The world had went to hell. Anyone in the right mind would agree, given the situations.
Perhaps an apocalypse wasn't something the average person expected, especially one where people went weird and ate the ones who were soft. Some called them walkers, some called them skin-eaters, while on a rare occasion they'd be called biters. Every person had their own words for the things, but they all meant the same thing. Walking corpses, the ones who took down the human population in days.
Your name was Eridan Ampora, and boy, aren't you glad you'd learned how to use guns.
You'd been out of college for about two years, having finished your courses to get your degree with studio photography before shit hit the fan. Everything had seemed to go its way for you, you weren't unattractive and you came from a wealthy family. With the cash you had been lent by your father, you got an apartment up in Minnesota, away from the coastal town you grew up in. Some days you would miss the warm weather, and other days you were glad for the chill that ruffled your reddish hair.
Those were better times for you, before you fled the city to get away from whatever things had started to happen. You called them walkers, the ones who lurked on the streets in search for any living being. Maybe you'd been smarter than others said you were, for you grabbed your rifle and raided stores when everyone started to loose it. The first walker you'd seen had been a younger girl, around twelve years old, a fresher gash in her arm. You'd shot her without hesitation, you weren't afraid. After seeing the walkers consume a boy begging you for help, you were sure you could handle anything.
Now you were almost a month into this shit storm, and by your standards, you were doing fairly well. You've turned down so many people, you've killed people who were still alive for supplies, you used walkers as protection. You weren't about to pick up some sucker and let them leech off of you until they became some monster. That, or they'd kill you in your sleep and make off with your precious supplies. A cabin you'd found after wandering for a while made you stop being so lost. You decided settle there, reenforcing the windows and doors. Having a bed again was alright, it let you rest your head down on something besides the ground at night.
Sometimes you would look at yourself in the mirror you broke, just to see a man with curly hair and stubble that was starting to get a little out of control. It was a blessing your glasses weren't broken yet, you'd be blind without them. You had started to notice other small things about yourself, like how tired you looked, how much older you looked. Hell, you were only twenty six, and you looked a lot older than that. Two, maybe three hours of sleep on a lucky night, weren't doing you too well. Lack of human interaction was starting to get to you, you were desperate to talk to some one.
That's why you spared her. You weren't sure why, she'd been stealing from you after all. Was it her dark brown hair? Her wide and pleading oceanic eyes? That's an answer you'd never would answer, and it wasn't like you cared. You just lowered your gun, took her weapons, got your rabbit, and led her back to your cabin. She glared at you the whole time, and you were a little amused to be honest. You asked her simple questions, like her name and age, how many walkers she'd brought down, how long she'd been alone. It had been simple, she'd answered truthfully, so you gave the weapons back to her. You made the two of you dinner that night, and you had to hide how nice it was to share a meal with some one.
At the moment, you were getting your gun loaded before you headed into town for a raid, the girl named Feferi sitting next to you as she sharpened her knife. She'd begun to warm up to you a little, but she was wary, as if you'd kill her at any moment. It wasn't like you'd ever do that, she was nice and you weren't sure why you'd so easily trusted her. All you knew is that you would protect her with her life. You blinked. Shit, you had let your eyes stay on her for a little too long. "Eridan. You're staring, are you okay? We get going soon, the sun will be up." You just nodded and looked away.
Today you were going on your first raid with her, and you wanted to learn more about this girl. With her long hair and her ripped jeans, along with the tank top she wore. Just the way she handled her pistol made you more curious, wanting to know everything about her. So you got up out of your chair, slipping your rifle over your shoulder as she picked up her own bag, in which you did the same with yours. You opened the door, and off you went into the dangers that the outside held.