Of a different breed

by RabidJester

Andrew Harlow was a quiet city boy living his life as a young woman. Dru's life is going to get harder when the outbreak rears its ugly head. He needs someone to help him recover, a certain crossbow wielding red-neck seems to be a perfect fit for that need. But can he keep his real gender a secret while still surviving or will his heart betray his true identity?

His eyes like cold and steely, like ice since the day he was born.

Hair as dark as ebony and long like his summer dress.

Sanity starting to shatter from the loss of a father and brother.

Lost in the dark confides of his own mind, needing someone to pull him free.

Before the outbreak Andrew was happily fitted into his feminine attire, living downtown Seattle above a small flower shop. He was happy, arranging flowers and living his life as Dru, the girl he always felt comfortable as. His father and he had travelled to South Carolina for his brother, Brent's wedding. Then everything came crashing down when the virus hit. Only days before the wedding they fled for the safe haven of Atlanta's safezone, but not long after arriving the undead swarmed their cars and a blood fest rained down.

I remembered running, eyes wide in fear and panic. I wiped feverishly at the warm blood splattered across my face... My father's blood. Chest tightening I shake off the tears that threatened to spill, the moans of the undead behind me making it harder to focus on running. The forest started to get thicker and the ground more uneven it seemed everything was against me making through this alive. Branches ripped at the floral fabric of my dress and my shoes threatened to slip from my feet.

The inevitable happened, my sandal clad foot snagged on a branch and I was sent tumbling down a hill, each time I made contact with the ground it felt like being punched. I groaned as the movement stopped, dreading what was to follow. My vision was blurred and I felt weak, tired of moment, my life was over anyway... my family, my friends... all dead... why even try anymore?

I close my eyes, muffling my sobs with my hands as tears tracked through the blood across my face. I want to sleep forever. Never to wake.

Bootsteps made my eyes open half-lidded. A tall blurred figure of a man caught my sight before the darkness crept up and peaceful silence took place of the waking nightmare.