(Un)reasonable Truce
Hey, ANOTHER SELF INSERT! Author (The Man Who Speaks In Hands) and another author (The Emerald Queen 88) allowed to be a self insert as well! Yeah, this is gonna be pretty sweet, as long as I don't screw up. The first chapter is gonna be longer than the others, I promise. The next chapters won't be 600 words short.. More 1000 each.
Emerald trudged through some grass, looking into a building surrounded by over grown grass, and there appeared to be no infected around. That was a bad sign. It meant they were hiding. She heard some screaming, sounded like a couple infected found someone.. Sigh.
"HEL-" he appeared to be cut off suddenly. Maybe they broke his neck or slit his throat, or maybe they just managed to finally beat him to death. That sucks.
She tucked her shotgun (Franchi's pump. Frickin' awesome.) closer, not wanting to be found. She moved out of the grass, her green hoodie no longer offering camouflage, then again.. The jeans ruined it anyway. Red (dyed, naturally brown) hair would also ruin it unless she put the hood up. But that made sight bad. Which sucked.
She moved into the store as quietly as possible, and found a couple med kits. A crow bar. A couple.. Is that subway sandwiches? She ducked below the counter, her 5'3 frame not giving her away.
She took a long sniff of the sandwich.
Yep. Nothing in 'em seems to be rotten either! She grabbed the one that smelled the nicest and ducked down, sitting pretzel style. She wasn't chubby in any way, just food now is a case of "eat all you can, whenever you can. You never know what your last meal is gonna be..." Ooh! Pepperoni and Salami, white cheese, and pharmagon cheese...
A couple minutes of eating later, and she'd downed a lot. Sigh. She sat there, thinking of how uncomfortable it was gonna be getting up. Then she realized she was out of fucks to GIVE, and stood up. Nope. Huh. Nothing. Good.
She started to move forward, and on her third step she heard a deafening screech. She stopped dead in her tracks, and saw a figure stumbling around, as if wondering where it.. Or HE is. He turned to her, with blue eyes, looking like marbles. He had a brown hoodie on, white fur lining the inside. Blue exercise pants with stripes down the sides. 6'4. A build like that of a runner, or parkour artist.
He looked filled with rage seeing her, but that was probably because he was infected. She lifted her shotgun.
CLICK-CLACK.
He seemed even more annoyed. Suddenly, for a split second, his eyes softened, and changed to brown, and SNAP, they were blue again, and full of hatred. All infected's eyes were blue (if you ever got a good look at infected's eyes) during the day. At night they turned red. No one knew why this happened. It just did.
The shot deafened all present.
"Ow shit!" She gripped her shoulder, a ten gauge shotgun still very hard on her small frame. Whatever. She had a dead-y to kill. Let the sandwiches handle the pain. And it appeared she had missed as well. Seriously, that recoil hurt like a bitch.
CLICK. The trigger gave no way to another blast.
"What?"
CLICK. Still nothing.
"Oh no.."
She tried once more.
CLICK.
"Sigh, well, I have this!" She lifted the crowbar, about four feet long. Very sturdy, not rusty at all. Then again, it wasn't exactly threatening to someone who pretty much has seven inches knifes on his hands, each FINGER. Oh well, Crowbar Girl VS Edward Scissor Hands.
His eyes softened, changed color, and had a fearful expression. Then switched back to mad and blue.
He walked forward, slowly... Painfully? It seemed that he had a really deep cut on his left shin. It went all the way to the bone...
He raised his right hand
CONK!
He ducked a little bit, obvious pain on the head. It obviously hurt to get hit with a crowbar.
DONK!
Emerald hit him in the side, where the rib cage doesn't cover. His eyes switched to brown again. He was crying. Her heart softened a little bit, but she went back to the situation at hand(s). (Lol, puns.)
The piece of a crowbar bounced off of the floor.
"Oh. Well then." He had cut the bar in half like a hot SWORD through butter. The big "Twaaaaang" was the other half of the crowbar hitting the floor.
He gave her a stare of "I'm looking at a dead persoooooon..."
FWIP! The claw flew over her head, missing by millimeters.
He'd somehow missed his first swipe on someone standing STILL.
Which had given Emerald the time to swing the crowbar, and-
CLUNK!
Cut off the author..
FWUMP.
And knock out the dazed infected.
"Sorry!.." (Sarcasm is her thing)
Instead of twitching and other creepy things when knocked out, the Hunter just sat there. Laying still. Not dead, his chest was still heaving. As I said, getting hit over the head with a crowbar repeatedly really gets the heart 'a' pumpin'
She felt bad. His jaw was dripping blood, and so was his stomach underneath his hoodie. He just got knocked the FRICK out. She smiled at the thought, and in her best imitation of whoever said that, she yelled into his face "YOU JUS' GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT, MAIIIIN!"
She sighed, and grabbed his right pant leg, which was duct taped, and dragged him back behind the counter. She patched up the wound on his left leg, surprisingly well. (When your technically are allowed to practice medicine, it's hard not to know what to do) and made a splint that allowed him to still move his entire leg and his ankle. It was pretty sturdy too.
Emerald walked away, looking for more medicine to help herself. She couldn't help this Hunter, and it appeared he was infected not a week ago. His hoodie was still relatively clean. His pants were covered in dust, but only torn at the ankles. She decided to forget about him, and move through the store.
"Finally!" She shouted, as she finally found the ten gauge shells for her shotgun. "I've been looking for you forever.." She smiled. Sarcasm was her main thing, and she was a MASTER at it.
It was a couple hours of searching later, and she'd scraped up roughly ten med-kits, forty ten gauge shots for her main weapon, a pair of defibrillator's, two bottles of pills, and a DEAGLE. She made her way back to the counter, wondering if there were any sandwiches left, and saw the Hunter. Sitting up, and staring at his hands, it appeared he hadn't heard her coming back. Internally she said "Stealth level 29 researched.."
She could tell the expression on his face from behind. He wasn't giving a "WTF!?" Face, he had no expression. And then suddenly,
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
It was a hellish scream mixed with what must have been his real voice. It sounded like two screams at the same time. It however ended with the real voice.
He must've heard her jump about seven feet in the air (I can do sarcasm too, Emerald!) and turned lightning quick. His eyes were brown, and... Weren't changing? He backed up into the wall, and yelled out "P-Please! Step back!" What was funny, was that he was six foot four, 3/4'ths mobile, and was begging a small framed woman of 5'3 not to hurt him. Then again, she has two high caliber weapons.
He was flat against the wall, appearing to be the most he's been scared in his... Life(s?)
She lowered her shotgun, and asked "Are you.. Alive?" "Can infected speak?" He may be being held at gunpoint, but he had no reason not to be sassy (other than that he was being held at gunpoint) "What's wrong with your fingers, Edward Scissor Hands?" He frowned. "Ya- Ya got me.."
She walked off, content he wouldn't attack her.
She exited the mini-mall, she only knew because of the many products it carried, the sign had fallen and decayed long ago. Pharmacy, Gun Shop, Subway, a couple more. Emerald heard footsteps behind her, and turned to see the Hunter following her, right beside her. "Where we goin'?" "We?" She looked slightly appalled. Sure, his face hadn't been cut up too bad, a moron could think he was uninfected, but still.
"'We' ain't goin'," she emphasized on his accent. Rude. "Nowhere." His face seemed to sink. "Well then what the hell am I gonna do?" "Your gonna piss off, go away, in the opposite direction, RIGHT NOW," Emerald pulled out a compass. "Which is East." His face dropped some more, well it wasn't his face. It was more his eyelids. His eyes closed further, and further.
He continued following. Emerald suddenly turned and kicked him in the splint.
C-CRACK!
"AAAAAAAGH!" Then a couple "Ssssss.. Oooooh..." And feeling his leg. He was now lying on his side. "That'll keep you away, right?" "Why are you so flippin' cold?" "I've depended and been let down by numerous people. You don't get a chance to let me down."
His eyelids went all the way shut now, or like Cowboys in a fight, squinting their eyes until the other chickens out. Emerald apparently didn't catch the memo, but did catch a foot to the back of her leg where the knee meets the lower leg, which knocked her to the pavement.
He snagged her shotgun, and pointed it at her head... Well.. He grabbed it wrong. He was actually pointing it at himself. Moron. "Hahah, idiot." "What!?" "Your holding it the wrong way, Doofus." "I dun' know, I'm a flippin' Hunter!" She looked at him, enquizitively. "Do you know your name?" "... No." She laughed, which pissed off the Hunter further. "DO YOU WANT ME TO REMOVE YOUR SPINE?" She dropped the sarcasm and attitude for now. She had a pissed, crippled Hunter on her hands.
He sighed. "Sorry.. This isn't me.. I'm normally much more polite than this.." She looked at him, and saw that his eyes had soften and his posture had sagged, so he obviously wasn't lying. "Look, re attach my brace, and I'll be on my way." She then looked at him, and delved into deep thought.
If she kept him around, he could be of amazing help, and if she ran into some.. Less than friendly survivors, she could get him to deal with them. But first she had to get him WALKING. "Can you jump with that brace on?" "... Yeah...?" "I can re attach your brace and drag you along with me." He suddenly looked a little reluctant to be with someone whom had just turned on him and kicked him in the brace that was holding him up. "Yeah, normally I'm not that cold. Sorry." He didn't seem much more reassured, but caved in, and said "Okay..."
So she put his brace back on, enhanced it, after all, she just managed to kick it off easily. Just had to try. He then jumped up, and jumped West, and landed roughly 116 feet away. "Nice!" He'd peaked at forty feet in the air. He'd already jumped back before she'd finished her one word sentence. Emerald knew, this Hunter was not to be fucked with. She then asked "What's your name anyway?" "Like I said," he turned his head down "I dunno." She reached over, and when he leaned away she grabbed him by the ear and pulled him closer.
She put her hand in his hoodie pocket, and pulled it out holding his wallet. He had $20 on him the day he got infected. Huh. "You were poor apparently." "Yeah.. I can remember things.. Sometimes." His driver's license (which was expired a year ago) said (with doing the math and adding the year) that he was 18, 130 pounds, and born in Boston Massachusetts. And his name was Jacob Fitzeres.
Well guys, that wraps up chapter one! Again, this is gonna be one of those stories where the beginning is really long and the rest of the chapters are like 2/3'rds as long as this. Also Emerald is based off of one of my friends, The Emerald Queen 88. She's published two Undertale stories, go check em out, she's AMAZING. And she did give me permission to make a character based off of her. And Jacob is based off of ME. With a bent name of course.