I know I really shouldn't be starting another fanfic but... oh well. I got this idea from a LillyCrystal drawing if you wanna check it out, go to her art gallery and it's at the bottom of the first page. And yes, it will be another gross, blood n' guts filled horror. Just to warn you. Enjoy.
I had to keep running, run and never stop, she said. Find someone, anyone to help. But the streets were abandoned, broken down cars left in the streets, various body parts (ohgoddon'tlook) littering the sidewalks. There was nobody for miles. Well, anyone alive, anyway. Thinking this, I looked over my shoulder... at nothing. I was being paranoid. They hardly ever came out during the day anymore. The most renowned Hunter had seen to that. What was his name? I couldn't remember, only that his initials were K.H. and that those two letters, along with deep red bloodstains, adorned his favorite weapon against the infected- a chainsaw.
I stopped to catch my breath (it had been a long time since polo and fight club...) and did a quick sweep of the area. No people around for miles, as far as I could tell. I sighed leaned against an abandoned car. A Navigator, I noticed. I had never been much for cars, but my dad seemed to have fun fixing them up with me. That's what I just told myself, really. He probably just wanted to get the gay out of my system. Well, the joke was on him, because there was a much more serious virus going around now, and he caught it. I almost laughed, but stopped myself. "When did I become so cruel?" I thought to myself, carding my fingers through my curls.
"But then again, everyone's cruel now. We need to be, to survive..." I said aloud, before straightening up and resuming at a leisurely pace. I hadn't seen anything that would mean that they were wandering around here. "Maybe I happened to run into the only place that hasn't been infected yet." I laughed aloud at such a ridiculous thought, but stopped short. I listened harder, and... there it was. Shuffling. My heart quickened. I shook my head. It could be just an animal. Or the wind. But there was definitely no breeze today and most animals were being hunted and/or bred for food.
I held my breath listening to the... whatever it was (just don't think about it) scuffle away. I released my breath in a shuddery sigh... only to have the rest of the wind knocked out of me by an extremely short person. And I know that was probably hypocritical coming from me, but this guy was short. Because, I noticed with a shiver as I rolled away from my attacker, he had no legs. The zombie pulled itself towards me, moaning pitifully. Wait, what? Since when did a thing like this do anything pitifully? I shook my head to clear it of any more absurd thoughts and began running- right into the chest of another one. Oh god. I was trapped. They stood in a circle, surrounding me.
I looked into the eyes of the one that currently held me in a death grip (haha Blaine not the time...) in the center of the circle. Or I would've, if he had any. You know when you go to all those self-defense classes and they tell you to kick them in the balls, scream, and run? Well, I was sure that zombies didn't have nervous systems anymore, and as for running? Circle of zombies, remember? And my vocal chords (which could still belt out Katy Perry like no tomorrow) seemed unable to function at this point. So I just watched helplessly as Mr. No-Eyes leaned closer to my face. "Welcome to the club." My last thought was "Wait, since when could zombies talk?" before he bit into my neck, finally eliciting a scream from me. Then I only knew darkness...
Kurt Hummel rushed outside, wielding his chainsaw. He was sure he heard a scream not twenty feet from his house. But he saw nothing but a dead world, filled with decay. "Morbid much?" he thought to himself with a small smile, for he already knew the answer. Of course he was morbid. You couldn't not be when you were a master of killing the dead. He gave the area one last sweep and shrugged walking back inside to watch reruns of Project Runway.
But if he had looked any closer, he would've seen a blood-red bow tie lying abandoned... not twenty feet from salvation.
Welp. That's it. I dunno if I want to expand the story or not. I might just leave it a one-shot, though I was really looking forward to zombie!Blaine. *shrugs* REVIEW!