Authors Note: Good evening people. I am exhausted and sleep deprived and I have had *Shudders*Assignments. Ugh…
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Hiccup picked up three large knifes and haphazardly shoved them into a rough looking, camouflage coloured back pack. He swung one strap over his shoulder and ran outside. He grabbed a cricket bat and a baseball bat. He strapped the baseball bat to his back behind the bag, but held the cricket bat. His knuckles were white from gripping the handle so tightly. Barely pausing to breathe, he ran. Through the house, grabbing handfuls of food on the way, and out the door, onto the street. He gasped. There were five mindless, shuffling, bloodthirsty creatures covered in human remains stood, staring blankly at him. One of them groaned, scraping one long fingernail against its chest. That was the signal. More were coming. Without thinking, Hiccup bolted. He dodged and swerved and used his cricket bat to get past them. He was left with a torn vest and intact skin. He wasn't infected. Still, he didn't wait around to celebrate the victory, he was off, running again. He knew exactly where he had to go, and he wouldn't stop until he got there.
Hiccup's Pov:
I ran as fast as I could go. My breathing was heavy, but shallow and I thanked the lord that I didn't bring the golf clubs, which would have been far too heavy. My legs were sore and weak and I felt like throwing up, even before the apocalypse I had never been athletic. There it was! Just ahead! The stronghold, the resistance! The survivors. I was relieved as I ran to the door and heaved as I pulled it open. I paused, something was wrong, it was never this quiet in the stronghold. To say it was empty would have been a lie. It was absolutely full of people. None of them intact. Or alive. Pools of blood covered the floor and grizzly remains were splattered around. Shreds of clothes hung from the beams that made up the roof, I shudder to think how they got there. My eyes watered and I started to cry. My family, my friends, the only people on earth, gone… I was the only one left. I knelt down, sobbing. I was the only one left on earth. How would I survive? No one could survive on their own for long.
There was a creaking noise behind me. I jumped up and spun around, cricket bat ready to beat in some zombie skull. But there wasn't a zombie, just a boy my age. He wore a bloodstained, blue hoodie and his hair would have been white if it wasn't soaked in mud and blood. He held a long piece of wood with pieces of glass and nails sticking out of it. I lowered the bat and stared at him in shock. He looked just as shocked, but he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the horrifying scene behind me. A single tear ran from his eye to his chin and he lifted his gaze to meet mine.
"All of them?" He asked in a weak whisper.
I nodded, despairingly. "We're the only ones left"
He wiped his cheek with one hand, while wiping the blood of his hand onto his hoodie. He stuck out a bruised and battered hand. "Jack" He said. "Jack Frost"
I looked at his hand and after a second I reached mine out and we shook hands, slowly and mournfully. "Hiccup" I said. "Hiccup Haddock"
He let out a single burst of laughter. "Jack and Hiccup… The last men alive"
I nodded with a smile. "It does have a nice ring to it"