When I woke up there were zombies coming near me.
"How did I get here?" I quickly got to my feet and picked up the gun next to me. "I'm happy this isn't a pistol." I thought. I looked around. There was no one in sight. Or at least no one alive.
An alarm went off in my head, several actually. The first one said I was alone, the other said I didn't know how to use a gun, the last one told me there were zombies everywhere and one was charging at me. I turned on my heel and pulled the trigger. Nothing fired.
"Ah fuck it all." I muttered. Then I began running with the gun. If I left it I'd have no protection what so ever. As my feet pounded on the ground making echo sounds, more zombies became aware of my presence. "Shit shit shit shit shiiiiitttt!" I groaned as I ran.
There was one under me so I had to jump over him losing my balance. I stumbled and fell. When I noticed that I was unable to run anymore since they'd catch me I sat there frozen in my place.
"Oh god, I'm going to get eaten by zombies!" I closed my eyes and waited for the first bite. I felt none. Instead in front of me stood a blonde. He had a sword in his hand and a gun on his belt. He pushed off one of the zombies and cut off its head. "The clack thingy pull it!" He yelled. I looked at him confused. What was he talking about? He turned his head to look at me from the side. "You see that little black part sticking out from the gun?" He asked hurriedly. I looked over the gun and found it. I nodded. "Pull it down and hurry!" He yelled. I nodded I pulled it down and then I knew what to do. I stood behind him and shot at zombies. I got at least four perfect head shots.
By accident of course; my fingers were trembling and my hands were shaky.
When we fought them all off I bent over and sucked in a lot of air that I hadn't realized I needed.
I turned back to the stranger. He faced me with a small smile. His white shirt had blood on it but I could see a faint fist on it. He was also wearing head phones. He seemed familiar but I didn't remember him. "Hello there, seems like you're in the same hell hole I'm in." I nodded. "Are you a bro?" He asked. I raised my eyebrow. "Did he seriously think I was a boy? Or was he getting at something else?" I shook my head none the less. "That's alright; just calling me Felix is ok then." I thought on the name, It definitely rung a few bells but my memory was completely wiped. I know I was on my computer going to play a zombie game called,"Apocalipse Blood Shed." I looked around. This definitely had something to do with zombies. "Am I in the game?"
"Let's get you back to my place, well a place I found, don't worry it's protected it's the only place zombies can't enter. It's a safe house I guess. With a shield that you can see so you'll be fine."
I nodded. He began walking. "You're pretty good with that gun. Where did you learn?" He asked. I shrugged. "You don't talk much do you?" He asked. I didn't respond I was thinking about this place we were going to. "Shields can easily break and so can a humans bones." I shuddered. I heard him sigh. "That's ok; I am a stranger to you."
I cleared my throat. "Sorry I was just thinking." I replied. He looked surprised. "Wow so you can speak. I like your voice it's pretty neat it's almost as nice as M-…" He stopped and began to look down. "What is the matter?" I asked softly.
Tears fell down his face. "I've never seen a man cry before. He's pretty brave to cry in front of a girl." I thought. "
It's nothing I just thought of something." I watched him dry his tears. "He made me curious now. What happened?" Deciding I wasn't going to figure it out by thinking I dropped it." He then stopped. "This is it." I looked up. In front of us was a giant black shield.