**AUTHOR'S NOTE**
Warning for gore, death, and perhaps m/m slash
NE here, so, first chapter is going to be more of precursor, or intro, mainly because I'm backtracked with school, but I'd still really like to get this whole idea kicked off and published. Just a fore-note, there will be weeks at a time that I won't go about updating the storyline. Until I have a weekend or break that I truly have time to focus on writing, it will be very sporadic. Thank you very much in advance for all patience and support!
A shot rang through off the trunks of the overgrown trees; nearly a year since the infestation now. The blonde perched himself at the top of one of the pines, watching the other male make his way through the forest, a few of the geeks following him in suit. For almost a month now, he heeled the kid with the cowlick, never daring to come in contact. Alfred stayed off the ground as much as he could, in trees and tops of buildings if he was forced into the city. Over time, the cardinal-haired stranger conversed with other travelers and shared stories by campfires, but always ended up to move along alone.
Close to a year since the middle class student had watched his best friend's throat ripped out by the nauseating monsters; and then come back as one of them. Close to a year since he'd raided his father's gun pantry and set off in fear. Close to a year that he'd learned to kill, to become cold hearted. Close to a year since the last time he'd seen his older brother. Close to a year that the blonde had watched humans turn into the horrifying creatures that he called "geeks".
He finally found this kid, with unruly, wayward red hair, and an attitude. The stranger was a clean shot and charismatic; most importantly he could detach himself easily. Subconsciously, Alfred fell in love with him. It wasn't hard, rarely interacting or encountering other truly living people, he didn't have a selection of them to choose from. Yet, he felt as if that won't change his opinion, if he was to come across him when the world hadn't gone to shit. The blonde was indecisive about his feelings though. He was raised as a boy of the church and God, and was taught homosexual relationships were morally wrong. Lately, he wasn't sure what was right and what was wrong, though, when the dead are up and walking around.
Engrossed in his thoughts, he suddenly lost his balance, letting out a sudden yelp as he fell backward, rushing toward the ground, smacking his head on the crimson-soaked, dying earth. Alfred let out a low moan, trying to bring himself to coherency, aware of the sharp pain that laced his ankle. It had alerted the geeks, that's for sure, even if he didn't have blood on him, the noise would certainly draw them.
He bit down on his lower lip, grimacing as he dragged himself across the ground blanketed with leaves. One. Two. Five. Nine shots he counted were fired off as bodies hit the floor beside him. "Howdy," A southern drawl and an open palm greeted him as his eyes rolled in his head and he blacked out.