Your lungs burnt and your eyes stung from the smoke. When you and the others had created this world after that shitty game you had expected day walkers to come about, but that didn't happen. In fact it was like the humans earth actually. It had both a human and troll population. In fact it went well for a few years until some fucking genius decided it was oh fucking Kay to fuck around with the rules of life and death on some shit head rodent that had used up its shitty trash eating life running mazes and eating cheese. The sludge guzzling fuck nuggets seemingly had dirt for a fact sponge and a think pan so hazed over that they created a zombifying serum that turned said rodent into a hot undead mess and caused it to transmutate said dick for brains into zombies as well. It had started as a small horde of them but soon started growing as troll and human alike to turn into undead creatures that walked the night. You had just narrowly escaped from the building you had lived in with the clothes on your back, and a gun sollux had tossed at you before flying out the window out of the hive stem. You were the last out making sure that the others were out. You had known a few infected on your level and that's why you needed to eradicate them before they infected your friends. You press the button on your crab transceiver, sending a call to sollux.
"Sollux come in sollux ." You whisper into the crab. He picks up eventually and sighs audibly.
"Ith everyone out."
"Yes asshole do you see any of them?"
"No not exactly…" You groan and continue walking, keeping your gun at hand.
"we need to find them"
"I'm try- and fucking Thit I think i th-" there's a crackle and a frizzle until the call drops ad you blink .
" FUCCCKKKKK!" You yell and kick a rock hard, knocking over a trash can and hitting a homeless man in the head. You just tenses and walk out. He'd be a snack for them anyway. You just keep walking and keep a close look out. There was no one on the streets and it was eerie as fuck. You hear a groan and tense, turning to see a man limping towards you. He looked grey but blue and cold, bloodless and hungry. You tenses and point, shooting off a few rounds before looking over, it's head blown off. Okay…that worked better then you thought it would. But whatever he was dead and you weren't. Your first priority was to find your friends. Well…No. Your first priority was to find at least one of your asshole friends to team up with so you wouldn't have to be left alone anymore. Because that would be a bad thing and well, you didn't need any of that shit. You keep walking, your senses on high alert for any noise or any sort of object in your peripheral view. You walk into an abandoned gas station, going and Capatchalogging as much extra food and drink as you can, before hearing footsteps. You turn and see about 5 of them on your heels. You tenses as back up, grabbing your gun and shooting almost blank range killing off a few before running off. You ran as fast as you could, your lungs starting to burn again and your legs beginning to ache. You turn and twist but you manage only to get a few more on your heels and you panic. Eventually you slide to a stop and you turn. There were five or six of them now, and nowhere to turn. You drop to the ground and curl up, shaking and yelling.
"GO AWAY! GO THE FUCK AWAY! PLEASE! SPARE ME PLEASE…" Their footsteps were getting closer and closer and you knew this could be the end of it.