Hello there. I need to say firstly that my last chapter had some spelling and grammar mistakes. I just hope that you used your sense to fill in the the word gaps I missed and realized that I meant Prologue instead of Epilogue! Anyway... Here's the first proper chapter!
Chapter 1 - Two Years Later
Nico huddled over the fire, its small flickering light illuminating his pale skin. He drew his Beretta and took out the magazine. Thirteen Bullets lay there.
"Shit" He muttered, putting it back in his belt. "I'm gonna have to go into the city, see if can get some ammo and food..."
The years had paled his skin to an imperial white, and his hair had grown down to bangs.
A growl was heard in the distance. He looked up and his hand went to his knife.
He needed to go. Quickly.
He stamped out the fire and grabbed his backpack, stuffing in the rabbit he'd managed to get yesterday. He approached the road to his right, then started to walk towards the large buildings in the distance.
Food was getting scarce, and in his bag Nico had some cans of fruit and half the rabbit. About three months ago he'd met a group, but so did the biters. They destroyed the camp, and Nico salvaged the supplies.
That was a spot of good luck. Something he'd not had much of. After he'd let Camp Half Blood, he'd met a man named Minos and he was taught to survive. Well, it turned out Minos was a rapist. After months of training him, Minos finally took his chance and tried to assault him. Lets just say, Minos was convinced to reconsider his options with six inches of steel in his chest.
Nico was pulled from his train of thought as a biter burst from the brush, a horrible groan emitting from his throat. Nico moved forward, his knife piercing its skull. The corpse hit the floor, and Nico pulled the knife out and turned to another one who got through the brush, a woman. He whipped his knife into her eye and pushed, but it didn't go in far enough. She fell on top of him, screeching, and swiped at him. He grabbed her arms and left the knife in her eye, struggling against her. her head came in closer, teeth gnashing, but he let it come. at the last second, he forced himself upwards, pushing the knife in further with his shoulder. She fell limp as the weapon punctured her skull. He pushed her off with great difficulty, and stood up, knife in hand.
He looked back. More walkers were approaching, at least twenty, from behind him. Fear flashed in his eyes and he broke into a sprint towards the town,taking out his Beretta as he ran. A walker stood outside the city on the road. He kept on running, firing as he went. The first bullet hit the creature's shoulder, but the second met it between its eyes and the body lashed back, dirty blood flying. As soon as its body hit the floor, Nico jumped over it, vaulting a gate into the town. It was more like a village, Nico decided. He spotted a house on a corner with an ajar door and ran in, quickly slamming the door shut behind him.
He stopped and slumped down, breathing heavily. There was a minute of serene silence before Nico stood. He put his gun and knife back in his belt, then moved into what he presumed was the living room. There was no light, the windows boarded up. He looked around for a second then spotted another knife lying on the table. Dried blood clung to the end, but Nico just took it and wiped it on his black shirt.
He then moved into the bathroom and opened a cupboard in there, looking for meds or bandages.
"Zilch..." He said to himself as it yielded nothing. He looked at himself in the mirror and winced. His skin was pale, and blood of a deep red dried on his face. He had dark blue bags under his eyes. Then he saw something else in the mirror, too late. A hand grabbed him and pulled him sharply. He slipped on something on the floor and his head hit the sink. His vision nearly went black, but everything came back again and he saw a biter dragging him self towards Nico, rotten teeth parted in a feral growl.
Nico breathed out and accepted his fate. All of the fight rushed out of his body and the adrenaline that had been keeping him active dissipated. The face came closer and closer. Nico thought of Bianca, his mom Maria, and everyone who he'd lost to this. He was done. No more running. No more fighting. No more-
An arrow entered the zombies head and the force hurled it to the side. He looked up dimly, losing consciousness. Sleep. He hadn't slept for more than an hour in 2 months. A figure moved into the room, a bow slung over their back. The figure knelt down, a hood shrouding their face.
"Nico!?" The figure said, their voice feminine, but strong.
They pulled off their hood. Nico's vision went darker.
He managed to see the woman before he drifted off.
"Thalia..." He mumbled before everything went black.
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