I wrote a zombie small fic it kinda stinks though. Credit to conanners for the idea!

"Hey", Spencer heard the voice, as he looked around for a possible source. He was low on ammo and weary as anything from an attack he had experienced not an hour ago. The figure was unclear when he had turned around, still blurry in the distance. He squinted, trying to identify them, and had his handgun at the ready. He was waving; a strange action, considering the situation.

Spencer walked towards the figure slowly and cautiously, still holding his handgun at the ready. He was beginning to see him more clearly as they were getting close. He was becoming a bit more familiar looking now, but…he seemed to have some injuries now that he could see him better.

"Hey, Spencer," the man called once more. The voice was familiar yet not at the same time. The figure was now walking faster towards the boy, enthusiastically for some unknown reason. It had been a while since somebody seemed happy to see him in a way other than for the reason of seeing him as lunch. Spencer's steps were slow, almost opposite of the excited ones the man was taking.

"How do you know my name," Spencer asked loudly, trying his best to sound confident. It had been days since he had had someone else other than himself to talk to. He noticed the white of what he assumed to be a grin on the man's face, as he came closer. He appeared to be bloodied up slightly, he also noticed, red on his jacket in places but most clearly on his face. Spencer assumed he probably looked about as bad, or maybe even worse.

"It's me," the voice replied, "Your cousin. Billy, remember?" Now that they were close

enough to one another, Spencer had noticed something else about Billy. There was something off about him.

Oh no. Oh no no.

Now that Spencer was close enough he noticed it. The little problem with this picture.

At this distance Spencer could see the abnormality of Billy's appearance. That red on his face…that looked only like blood in the distance. It wasn't. It was instead that his skin was actually rotting off there, a white seemed to be clear through the skin. His teeth. His face wasn't just cut, it was rotting. He was a zombie.

Spencer now held up his gun, eyes widening in sudden realization. He should have known that this was too good to be true; nothing good ever happens in this new distopia that was his world.

Billy found it to be unexpected; As Spencer grabbed the ill-prepared taller man, holding his gun now. A small startled sound came from Billy's throat, as he struggled a bit in Spencer's grip,

"…Tell me why I shouldn't just kill you," Spencer asked, now cocking the gun in all seriousness, "…like all those other bastards."Spencer had him in a lock, as he quickly rose the gun to the man's head in warning, heart going a mile a minute.

"Wha-"

"Tell me why I shouldn't just kill you right now ," Spencer screamed, again, louder now.

Billy held up his hands in a sign of surrender, calmer than he should probably be, but still phased by the action.

"I'm not eating you, am I," he said loudly, not fighting Spencer's grip, "That's a reason!"

Spencer was shaking now. That was true, why wasn't he trying to eat him? Fear overtook any possible clear thoughts though.

"You will," Spencer hissed, "They all do! Those…sick things!" frowned as he felt the shaking of the younger boy.

Feeling no possibility of simply talking Spencer out of it, Billy swiftly escaped from the boy's grasp and to Spencer's astonishment had actually managed to knock the gun out of his hands, now hitting the ground with a loud clink.

Spencer nearly had a heart attack.

This was it, he would be eaten by his cousin.

When Spencer was looking at Billy he was still holding up his hands though, a 'I mean no harm' pose clear. Why wasn't he trying anything? It was clear that he was infected, and probably had been for more than enough time.

"Hey man, I'm cool," Billy replied, smiling sadly, "It's been weeks since…yeah, and I haven't eaten anything! Can't be a zombie if I haven't eaten anything."

Spencer frowned, as he thought about this for a minute."Anything…at all," he asked quietly. Spencer looked down at his gun, but back to Billy. This wasn't making any sense to him.

Billy laughed awkwardly at that, "Well, yeah, I haven't."

There was silence. Spencer felt his hands ball into fists, his teeth clench. Any possible hope of him finding someone else who wasn't infected that he might have had a second ago vanished. He actually felt himself trembling now. "…You dumb asshole…", he whispered quietly, barely audible words, "that means your body is already dead. Humans eat food, remember? Or is that not clear to you…?!"

Spencer felt tears well up in his eyes, his body betraying him as he began to actually cry. It had been days since he last cried, he hadn't even when…

"I guess…that makes sense," Billy's tone had knocked him out of his stupor, as he spoke,"That is off, now that you mention it."

Spencer wiped his eyes with a free hand, "…You seem to be turning slower than everyone else," he said quietly.

Billy looked down at himself, "I guess your right again," he said, suddenly brightening up.

Something still wasn't making very much sense, though. Spencer looked over the man. It wasn't adding up. "…Weeks, though?" he asked. If it had been weeks, wasn't he supposed to look a lot worse, heck, even a bit more..agressive? Anything?

"Yeah…", Billy replied, "last time I was attacked and let alone seen a zombie was two and a half weeks ago…I sorta figured they weren't coming after me since…well, got bitten and all. When nothing happened to me, I didn't know what to think. I guess you're right though, I must be infected after all."

"You seem to actually be turning slower than everyone else is," Spencer said calmly, still looking over the man with intrigue, "It usually only takes a few hours before…"

"…I guess you're right again," Billy interrupted, a grin spreading on his face, "Hey! I guess they call you 'Wright' for a reason, huh?" He was smiling a strange smile at his own joke, torn flesh on his skin showing more teeth than you should normally see.

Spencer rolled his eyes, unamused, "Yeah, because it's my last name, tool kit," he replied. He seriously couldn't believe how Billy went from being sad to happy in a minute flat.

The taller man was now close enough to lean against Spencer, "You're not exactly the type to laugh, are you," he asked, grin still plastered on his face.

Spencer frowned lightly, allowing him to lean against him. He wasn't exactly making it easy to hate him now was he? "Believe me, before all of this I was," he replied, "…Hasn't been much to laugh about now days."

Spencer picked up his gun with that, putting it away when no threat seemed to come from the infected man. He needed to keep his ammo for actual danger, something Billy didn't seem to be at the moment.

Regardless, he reminded himself that even if he wasn't aggressive now, he might turn on him any second. He kept his hand close to his gun, as they now walked down the path together, Billy telling him he had a camp nearby. Keeping him close might be good for something after all.

Spencer wouldn't get attached. In this changed world friends weren't real.