1. Pairings Planned? Otayuri and LeoJi. Downplayed Viktuuri - I've planned Foe Yay for them. ;)
2. Updates? I have two other chapters prewritten and will add this weekend; all others will every week or so.
To this day, it remains unknown what caused the disaster that blanketed Planet Earth in utter depression. The disaster had only lasted for three years; oddly, despite that short time period, over 5.9 billion humans perished. Either from becoming deadly decayed mutants, by the disaster, their fellow humans, or suicide. Those who survived—strived as much as possible to rebuild their lives—by learning from those who were fit enough to live as their tales are here…
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Fire burned on the street, reflecting itself in a puddle of water.
"So what, you will just give up?" Otabek chastised, standing above a young blonde he found among all the rubble.
Yuri gave up no answer, just shaking head and not giving Otabek any eye contact.
"You will just become sustenance for these monsters? Huh?" Otabek grilled once more, shaking Yuri's arm.
"I was part of this," the boy finally made eye contact to Otabek. The disaster erupted only seventeen days ago, and a turf war erupted in between a private boarding school and a public high. Neither side won though.
"So was I, I know," Otabek told him. He was taken in by the latter, Yuri stumbled onto the former.
"What are you doing then?" Yuri asked. What could they do? What was the fucking point of living in this world anyway?
"Find a way out of this town; I will need your help." The older teen requested, standing up, holding his hand out for Yuri. The boy calmly took it and ran with him, as a scatter of decayed gripped the fence of the tennis court they were in. Several others wandered around the exits, posing as a deadly obstacle for any intending escapees.
Otabek quietly cursed to himself, as they were standing in the parking lot.
"How are we gonna get through that?" Yuri asked him.
The older teen turned to his side… and saw a long, brown haired girl on her side – dead.
"That's Jessica Sanderson, the cheer captain," Yuri commented; someone slit her neck at the start of the battle. Otabek walked straight to her corpse, pulling out a pocket knife. The former's eyes elongated, wondering, "What are you doing?"
Otabek, with a silent scream, drove the knife into the deceased girl's stomach, quietly asking her to please forgive him and to rest in peace. While, Yuri cringed, thinking that he wasn't doing what he was about to do. Rivers of black water had overflowed, the girl's dead eyes staring right up at the sky as if looking for constellations. Otabek jammed his large hands, into Jessica's body, soon finding her small intestine and her liver; he shoved the intestines onto his shoulders, rubbing the blood on them onto his entire face.
"Oh no," Yuri backed away, utterly disgusted with this guy. Otabek, on the other hand, walked up to him the liver in his hands.
"Quiet; I am liberating you," he admonished, rapidly smashing the liver and rubbing the bloody mush onto Yuri's face, cringing.
Whatever, the dumb bitch Jessica was racist.
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Getting through that clout of decayed was a small hassle – some tugged on their clothes, but thanks to Yuri's kicks and Otabek's blade, they emerged still alive and well. They stood at the very gate of the private school, right where the highway was. Then, after talking about the various exits around town, they went north – where there were very little neighborhoods by.
They evaded about three or four clouts of them either by getting onto flatbed trucks or snaking through cars. At one point, as they entered a neighborhood with only three houses on the left, Yuri asked Otabek, "You know how to drive a car?"
Otabek folded his arms, standing in the middle of the street. "No," pursing his lips. "What of you?"
"I can only ride a bike," the boy answered. Fuck, to think he'd be driving in the next year if the disaster was nonexistent.
"Motorcycles in my case," The older teen told him, brow up almost amusedly.
The boy shook his head, rolling his eyes. Thinks he's some man as they continued forward after Otabek pointed to a house with a lifted garage door. They could stay there for a while to catch their breath and relax—if it was vacant of any 'occupants'.
The house looked decent enough, with only one floor and a few rooms—most likely belonged to a family of four it seemed. Bookshelves and tables were tipped over, in front of doors, most likely to keep something put away like a safe. Despite Otabek being larger and wider physique-wise, there was no way he would uncover what was behind. Just leave it alone, possibly.
Yuri looked around the cupboards, to see if there was anything edible or usable as a weapon. He would have slipped and fallen on his face but fortunately gripped onto the table that was by the kitchen. Shaking his head once he recovered, he noticed the family portrait was on it and picked it up. There was a dark-toned man, a lighter-toned woman, and two girls; before them was a golden retriever. Yuri had never been a fan of dogs, snorting as he placed it back on the table.
Oddly enough, as Otabek was in the children's room, he despised television, but something like a portable DVD player would be nice. Books, magazines, and even a crossword puzzle could only keep him occupied for so long. Otabek wondered what movie he could indulge himself in, looking through the devices that sat still unharmed; maybe an animated film for all ages or even a biographical movie of a famous musician. He nodded to himself, holding a portable that was still in mint condition before him. Otabek then found a good film about a Californian group of minorities, reciting the story of the late rapper, Eazy-E—Straight Outta Compton.
Yuri stood outside of the kitchen, holding onto a bag of nuts he found in the lower cupboard. He licked his lips, attempting to open it as Otabek manifested before him.
"You found something…?" Otabek began – and would've finished that question if he knew his name.
"The name's Yuri…" the boy told him, shuffling the bag in front of him. "yeah, just a bag of… whatever these are."
"Mine is Otabek, and," he looked at the bag, "apparently you have encountered almonds." Healthy for the human body, even now.
Yuri huffed, "What'd you find?"
"Portable DVD player – and the film 'Straight Outta Compton'," the older teen explained to him.
"Oh, you for real?" Yuri bid astonished like a child, taking the movie from him, spinning around and sitting on the couch by them.
"I take it you have seen this movie before?" Otabek inquired like an annoyed schoolteacher.
"Yeah, last year—saw this piece by piece at lunch in school," the boy explained to him. "My grandpa obviously wouldn't let me see it, 'cause of the sexual and drug shit that is in it."
"Funny, your grandpa was a good man by it and you still curse," Otabek sat by him, Yuri bobbing up.
"You wanna watch it right now?" Yuri beamed right up at him as if hanging out with friends on a Friday night.
"You sure? Even at this time?" Otabek had arms still folded.
"Yeah man, rest of the world ain't going nowhere; just make sure the doors are barred and we're good to go." Yuri brought up.
Otabek snorted, before getting up and walking to the back door. "Fine, then, only because the rest of the world is still stagnant,"
"Sweet," Yuri stuck out his tongue.
"Come help me though, Yuri; after all, you are helping me leave this city." His voice radiated from the back.
Yuri's shoulders slumped – pouting. "Fine," he sighed, getting up.
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Soon enough, dusk arrived, dusting the house's exterior in a modest lavender tinge.
Cackles and crunches erupted from the two, watching the scene where the group was pinned down by the police. Yuri shook his head at it, muttering how can someone destine to protect the public be so ignorant?
Otabek agreed – watching where the manager told the cops they couldn't arrest someone because of who they are.
Just when Yuri could go in for another almond, a lightning strike cracked, startling the boy. Even though tiny fragments could be seen from the blinds, it was enough for them to stare. Otabek walked up to the window and peeked out, seeing several drops of rain pour – rapidly.
"Darn," Otabek muttered to himself.
"It pouring out there?" Yuri inquired, gesturing his hand up.
"Of course," the older teen answered.
"Dude—doesn't matter—we're still under a roof," the boy shook his head, still watching the movie.
"That may be true, Yuri," Otabek spun to him, walking back to the couch. "But it can attract the decayed to our location – which is the last item anyone needs right now."
Yuri huffed, looking right at the older teen before him. "We're stuck in this house pretty much until both storms clear out, right?"
Otabek nodded. No shit, more like.
Another cackle boomed, sending another yellow flash into the house, Otabek turning back. Completely unnerved with the punitive weather, Yuri got up from the couch holding the player in his hands. "I'm gonna go into one of the rooms, stupid water."
Otabek would have argued, but maybe it was for the better. Following behind Yuri, he needed a place to rest, after that battle that occurred that noon.
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After the two finished the movie, they decided about where they should sleep for the night. Otabek would sleep by the door, just as a precaution, while Yuri would sleep on the bed; funny as it was, Yuri could easily euthanize Otabek while his sleep. Try to – better of a phrase. If Yuri tried to muffle the latter with a pillow, he would easily snap his neck with just a fingernail – given his body's stature and muscle.
Otabek watched Yuri slumber on his side, his back facing him. Soft snores emitted from the boy, the sheets ruffling almost quietly underneath him, as he hugged onto his knees. Poor kid. Otabek couldn't blame him; like he, he was away from his own family – and had to sleep by a possibly dangerous stranger for the night. Otabek faced the horizon, sighing to himself; regardless, tomorrow would be a new day and everyone -alive or dead- would lie in peace.
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Otabek fidgeted on the floor, his eyes snapping up; he sat up straight, rubbing his eyes. That felt good. He looked over to the bed and gasped. It was void of any blonde, pint-sized, swear-some, gangster-loving gnomes.
Otabek bolted up from the floor and out of the room, finding himself in the living room. He turned his head, wondering where in the name of all holiness was Yuri. There was no way Otabek was letting anyone go on their own. Voices boomed through the glass door, insinuating that maybe Yuri was right outside.
The older teen slid the door open, pocket-knife already erected out – ready to pierce into some enemy. Immediately, he saw Yuri on his knees looking up at another teen, just in between his and Otabek's ages. The third boy had a barreled pistol in his hands, aiming right at Yuri's head, red bandana covering his neck and collarbone. One of Yuri's old war-mates, as he stared at Yuri with heat filled eyes.
"Dude, listen, it's over!" Yuri pleaded with him almost pathetically, arms thrashing around. "Everyone's pretty much dead!"
With a concerned look, Otabek quickly ran to Yuri's side. The latter turned around, feeling relief in himself. Thank Christ. The unknown boy aimed his gun at Otabek, right in the fucking forehead – though the latter no fear; never had any fear. Glaringly, he pointed the knife at him, "Of course, are you blind? It is done; nothing can resurrect the lost ones now."
The unknown boy's eyes narrowed, a growl radiating from his teeth. "Fine then!" His face grew red, turning his body sideways and firing right at Otabek.
The latter under his breath and rapidly ducked away, grabbing Yuri by the waist and rolling themselves away from him. Otabek dropped onto him his waist, Yuri grunting loudly. The boy peered to the horizon, watching Otabek kick Jeremy's shins with his teeth gritted. Jeremy's eyes were elongated, silently screaming as he lost the grip on his gun. His face fell into a puddle of mud, brown drops falling into the air, with a sticky plop. Jeremy quickly recovered, jumping back up; Otabek performing the same, holding both of his fists before him. The older teen slammed his right fist into his face; Jeremy's eyes were shut, blood emitting from his nose. He sent his fist under Otabek's chin, nose pointing to the sky. Jeremy sent another fist to his gut, the latter grunting in sheer pain as hair fell.
Fuck, if only Otabek had police batons. Little Jeremy here would be defeatedly easily. Otabek glared at Jeremy, though he smirked.
The teen-gunman raised a brow, wondering what the living hell was going through his mind. While, Yuri hurriedly picked up the gun and ran to the edge of the backyard, freeing the barrel, and pushing the bullets out.
"Not bad," Otabek smeared his arm over his nose. "Though you lack a tad of pragmatism…"
Jeremy looked confused, "The hell…?"
Otabek grabbed a dislodged branch, twirling before himself to both sides, spinning around just once and promptly smacked Jeremy with it. Jeremy's lips with pursed up, falling to his side. Yuri bore a bare-teeth smile on his face, having watched the 'MMA Fight' play before him.
"Otabek; quick!" Yuri called out to him, gaining his attention and tossing the gun towards him. The older teen caught in his hands, turning to him.
"What am I doing?"
"Just toss it, I already threw the bullets around," Yuri leaned towards him. He laughed to himself.
"You fucking TURD!" Jeremy bellowed right at Yuri – seeing red. "I always KNEW you were some little SLUT! TRAITOR!"
Yuri grimaced, spitting right at his face. Jeremy cried out, touching his face as Otabek dusted off his hands, having tossed the gun away while so.
"C'mon, let's go, Yuri!" The older teen beckoned for him; Yuri immediately and gladly did, clutching onto Otabek's shoulder, both running away. Some of the decayed were around the front door – one of them noticed the pair, seeming to after them but another stumbled into the back yard… where Jeremy was.
Just as Jeremy found one of the bullets, a shadow hovered to him. The teen turned around and froze. One of the decayed grabbed his shoulder and –
CRUNCH!
Teeth found itself embedded within his larynx – downplaying any of his screams.
