A/N This is my first written fan-fiction ever so plz hold back the flames when reviewing, although constructive criticism always appreciative, (this is a Witch X Zoey so this is a Yuri story, that means Girl/Girl) not something you like don't read. It gets a bit Fluffy near the end sorry I just like it that way. Rated M just to be safe. Disclaimer: I don't own anything just the thoughts behind the story, although if I did (gets shify eyed) Khahahaha...(clears throat)ah dreams well on to the story. (Chapter 1 The War Hero)
My name is Zoey, I was a typical Collage student before the infection, now I am one of the "lucky" few who are immune to the infection. I have for the past 4 weeks traveled with 3 other people Bill, Louis, and Francis, but now I am alone so utterly alone. Let me tell you my story of death, depression, loneliness, and eventually being saved by one of my tormentors.
Bill the 50 year old war vet, Bill always was the one who held the group together when the situation seemed to get the worst it possibly could. He would make sure that everyone got out of a situation alive before himself. Concerned that the next place that we stayed in, be it a safe house or a abandoned apartments complex, would be our next potential death trap. and would take it upon himself to check the surrounding area assuring us, and himself that it would last for the night.
Unfortunately it was on one of these nights that Bill would eventually meet his end, and start the downfall of the rest of the group.
Bill decided that for the next few days we would stay in the High School two miles south of our original location. By the time we got there it was about mid-night, the moon an unnaturally dark wine red that casts deep shadows into the contours of the school, giving it a perverse appearance in comparison to the limelight of the pavement. Whatever the initial idea of the school being safe was, cast into doubt after the low moans of the infected rose from the side street. Bill wanted everyone to immediately enter the school and find a room that could be barricaded.
Bill acting as he always would began to check the perimeter of the outlying areas of the school area, it was unfortunate for him that a tank decided that it would take refuge in the courtyard of the school. Bill the war hero met his end when he woke the tank. The tank was quick to become annoyed with the old mans flashlight being streamed into his eyes decided to get rid of it and go back to sleep, he started roaring at Bill and began to chase the already fleeing man.
Bursting into the school doors our only warning of the tank was the reverberating noise of the schools walls being smashed in, Bill's yelling the dreaded "TANK!", Francis the first to act grabbed two Molotov's ran door and ran towards the sound of chaos, Louis and I acted quickly after Louis with his Carbine and me with a Automatic Shotgun. We found Francis on a ledge overlooking the front gate throwing his last Molotov, the sight of the remnants of the last one still burning a desk that gave Bill his only cover, the second hitting the tank dead on and giving Bill time to shoot and run for the staircase, Louis began unloading clips into the behemoth while I ran over to Bill to assist in healing any wounds he acquired. Bill had a nasty cut along his arm from breaking through the glass door getting in, and the beginnings of multiple bruises from parts of the concrete wall that hit him. I wasn't able to do much before the tank decided he had enough and launched the flaming desk straight over the ledge at Francis, and Louis causing both to barrel out of the way and ending their covering fire.
Tank enraged beyond belief took to charging up the staircase, both Francis, and Louis still recovering, and me in the middle of bandaging up Bill's arm, left all of us extremely exposed to the tank. Bill being the only one able to fight, and move took his unquestionably last look at us, and took off back down the staircase. while unloading rounds into tank he jumped the railing, and took off at a dead sprint out the door. Being the first and continued annoyance the tank ran off after him, stunned I was only able to watch until the tank went in pursuit, then quickly began to trail behind entirely forgetting my gun. Louis, and Francis still trying to get their bearings lagged behind just a moment after my leaving.
The next couple of moments will forever be burned into my brain.
I found the tank first dead I couldn't believe it at first, Bill actually did it and then with a cold chill I saw a hand sticking out from underneath the beast, it was Bill. My body went numb quickly attempting to pry the seven hundred pound creature proved futile, it wasn't until Francis, and Louis came did we eventually remove it only to find what was left of Bill. Face compressed like he had his face shoved into a window, brain matter pouring out the ears, one eye ruptured leaving a white pus and blood pouring out the socket. His arm Twisted at an impossible angle half torn form the shoulder. This was Bill our hero and the man who single handily kept our group alive by sacrificing himself.
To the warrior left in battle Wander no farther For this is your grave This is your home
Well I've done it I written, and posted my first ever story YEAH WHOO! (does victory dance) IM DONE BABY!
(gets smacked by rock followed by off stage person wispering into ear) What do you mean I have more to write...Crap well here we go.
R&R Peace