A/N: Alright, I had this chapter already written and it was all a matter of typing it, so I was like "Fuck it, imam type this shit." So here we are. And I might have a few spelling or grammar mistakes. Spellchecks an ass and I am only one human. ._.
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This morning was not going well. Firstly, he had been chosen to be sent out on a supply mission and to protect the scouts on their search. He didn't really like the fact that he had to carry a gun everywhere he went, but that was just the joys of being a guard. And despite being sent out to protect the survivors seemingly "best" scouts, they hadn't found food nor supplies of any sort. Their scout leader's so called "professional navigation" skills had led them to a completely trashed building that lacked any useful supplies of the sort. Felix shifted his gun impatiently in his hands while the three others rummaged through what seemed to be an endless amount of rotted boards and rubble from the collapsed structure. Jeff, the leader of their mission, was the only one who showed any amount of enthusiasm in his search. And that was saying something, seeing as Pewdie was an extremely excitable and bouncy person. But today, not so much.
"There ain't nuthin' here Jeff." The blonde headed David called out from amongst the trash. "I say we ditch this place and try somewhere else."
The older male snorted at the teen in response, but didn't say anything as he continued diligently in his search. Pewds exchanged a glance with David, then spoke from his spot on lookout.
"I agree with David." He spoke up quietly, evenly holding the glare Jeff shot at him when he did."We've been here for thirty minutes and haven't found anything useful. There's obviously nothing here."
"And I obviously don't care." The other man snapped back, narrowing his eyes at him as if the thought of the man talking to him was offending. "I know there's supplies here because there were some stashed here last week. The rubble has only piled up since then."
"But that doesn't mean they are still there." He pointed out. "They could've been taken by someone else or destroyed when the house crumbled."
Jeff growled, seeming to know Felix was right, but not wanting to back down. "How should you know internet boy? You're only a guard. No, wait-" His mouth curled into a sneer. "Just an idiot with a gun pretnding to be important."
The former gamer flinched at this. He wasn't usually bothered by this asshole's stupid comments, but he felt the accusing jab from this one. He didn't reply, but held the other's gaze as the remaining team member spoke up.
"Don't get pissed at him, Jeffery. He's right." Chad, a burly man in his mid-thirties, stood from his crouch on the top of the rubble, climbing down easily and joining the group. "There's nothing here. We need to try somehwere else or get back to the city before we get a corpse problem."
"Don't forget about me~!" David spoke up in a hurt tone and Pewds shared an amused smirk with him. "I wanted to move in the first place!"
Chad rolled his eyes and ignored him while Jeff flared up at being opposed.
"We won't get a corpse problem!" He grunted in indignition. "Remember that I'm in charge of this mission and that we are not leaving until we find the supplies that are here!"
Felix sighed, leaning against the frame of what was once a door as he tuned out the arguing of the others. Usually the taunts and jabs at his former life didn't bother him much, taking them with a laugh or amused roll of the eyes. But today he was not in the mood for it. This was exactly the kind of shit he had to deal with everyday, as did any other of the surviving celebrity or well know fucker did. But there weren't many left. Celebrities, that is. Singers and actors were sort of a dying breed in the new world. Surprisingly, the gamers had managed to survive and outlast everyone else. How, he hadn't the slightest clue. Maybe it was the quicker reflexes they got from playing one too many horror games. But pretty much everyone he knew from the states managed to make make it to what seemed to be the last human settlement in America. Toby, Ian, Anthony, Ken, the Late Night Crew; even Marzia. He and the Italian female had been in the states when the world ended in what seemed so long ago, hanging with his freinds in Florida. It had taken a long time to reach Whashington state, but with the help from the Crew, they had all managed to make it here alive. Well... Almost everyone...
The blonde shook his head distractedly, tightening his grip on the weapon as he pushed back unwanted memories from his mind. Now was not the time for this. He needed to focus. He began to gradually relax, blocking out the chatter from the others and stretching to loosen his cramped muscles. Leaning back against the wooden frame, the Sweadish male closed his eyes, his mind clearing of all unwanted distractions. He found this a very effective way to unwind yet help keep himself focused on duty. Staying calm in the nesassary time was key, or at least that's what his commander had told them during training. That, and they'd probably get killed and have their brains eaten anyway, despite their greatest efforts to stay alive. Such an inspiring guy.
A queit, yet distinct chattering noise rang out from outside, and Pewdie immediantly snpped to attention. Fully alert, he edged back from the doorway and cocked his gun.
"Uh... guys..." He whispered, loud enough to catch the other's attention. "We need to go. Now."
Jeff snorted in that annoying mannor of his and rolled his eyes. "What is it, gamer girl? Hear a brick fall? Or did the wind scare you again?"
Any other time Felix would've laughed it off or snapped back, but he tried to keep calm as he raised his gun, making sure it was locked and loaded.
"Something's out there." He replied quietly. "I can't tell if it's a corpse, but we should probably get going."
"Well, I don't hear anything." Jeff huffed in annoyance, pushing past David and Chad, then stomping outside. Pewdie took a step forwar.
"Sir, you need to come back in here." The Swede warned, biting back his slight disgust at calling the other male 'sir.' His warning was ignored, however, as the blonde glanced around outside.
"There isn't anything here, you moron. Just your stupid imagination-"
His sentence ended in a strangled scream as a tall, boney creature rushed at the man, tackling him with full force and tearing into his middle. The man's gargled screams ended abruptly as his throat was torn out and Pewdie knew that there was no hope for the scout. With a yell directed to the others to flee, he pulled the trigger and sent a shower of bullets at the skeleton. The wounded creature hissed in pain, but only dragged his prize away to the rooftops. The man had to keep himself from retching at the sight of Jeff's entrails dragging behind him as he retreated out the tattered building and joining his comrades. His small sense of relief was short lived, and he cursed angrily as David let out a shout of fear.
"Corpses!" Dammit.
Sure enough, a good sized group of zombies were advancing quickly, growling hungrily and a spark of hunger the only sign of life shining in their glazed, dead eyes. Felix cursed again and began to shoot as many of the creatures in the head.
"You two leave! I got this, bros!" He shouted at the two, trying to sound as casual as he could. In reality, he was about to drop his gun and run off screaming like a girl. David took a step forward.
"Are you sure? We can't just leave you-"
"Don't worry about it bro!" He called back, glancing back briefly to shoot them a reassuring grin before turning back to the heard. "Just go on!"
At first he was relieved when they reluctantly took off, but the fear of being left alone with the horde reached him a few moments later and he faltered. Fuck this shit.
He whirled around, breaking into a sprint and ducking into the nearest building in hopes of loosing them. But damn, they were surprisingly smarter then they looked. The blonde growled in annoyance as they split into two groups and surrounded the Swede on all sides. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. They must be really desperate if they were only going through the trouble of going after him. As he quickly reloaded his gun, Felix could see that there were less corpses then he originally thought there were, adding up to around ten in all. But that was still /way/ more then he was comfortable with.
Focusing on the first group, he easily knocked down each of the slower zombies with a bullet to the head. He let out a small laugh of triumph at his easy kills, this being much easier then he had first thought. But it was only when he turned around after finishing off the first group that he froze. He took small steps backwards, his blue eyes locked on one of the head zombies in surprise and shock. No... it couldn't be. But even with him wishing it wasn't, there was no denying it.
The corpses once healthy hazel colored hair now lay limp on his head, dulled in color over time. He recognized the tattered blue hoodie and the familiar, but now faded, 'Sup?' guy printed on his shirt. Felix raised his gun and held the dead man's glazed over blue gaze as the corpse let out a growl of hunger, but couldn't bring himself to shoot. There was no doubt about it. It was him.
"Cry..."
Cry stopped in his tracks as if recognizing his nickname, and for a slight moment Pewdie thought he looked slightly confused. But the male pushed away the thought and raised his gun to finish off a few walkers that had gotten a bit too close for comfort. By then, his dead friend had begun to advance, a bit slower then before, and the blonde reluctantly raised his weapon. He ran over the words that General Grigio had told them before they left.
"This is a corpse affected by the plague. It is uncaring, unfeeling."
Pewdie steadied his breath. Come on Pewds, you can do it.
"Corpses do not think. They do not bleed. They are incapable of remorse."
He doesn't remember you anyway. He's dead and all he wants to do is kill and eat you. He shuddered at the thought of being eaten by his best friend. Not a pleasant thought. He rolled his shoulders and locked eyes with Cry.
"Don't worry 'bout it Cry." He told him quietly, as if he'd understand. With a deep breath, he pulled the trigger and fired.