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Deathly pale complexion with faded ocean blue eyes and a dark contrast of brown messy hair under the large grey hoodie. The…person had normal blue jeans though beaten up and scratched with no shoes or boots. It did have mighty sharp claws that is jabbing my chest as the…thing angrily growls at me as if it was my fault being frozen. I blinked at the man who leaped away with a screech as the survivors came near. "Weird…" I mumbled massaging the spot he'd been jabbing.
"Hey are you alright?" A feminine voice shouted at me. Looking up I saw the four survivors jogging towards me. Well, the dark-skinned woman was running towards me as the other three kept on shooting the incoming dead. She was wearing a pink muddy shirt and very soaked clinging jeans. An axe was slung on her back while holding two pistols with her hands. Her curly dark brown hair was put into some kind of ponytail, eyes like the color of hazel nut. I simply nodded standing up wary of them. The woman was only about a few feet away when she stops finally able to see me up close. I gulped nervously fiddling with my fingers but unable to look away as she stares. I know she was staring at my damn white eyes. I had forgotten to hide them away from excitement! Her fingers slowly trembled as it points at me with shock.
"Y-you're eyes…?" She starts off but couldn't find the word to say.
It was white. Was else is there to say?
I sighed sadly holding both hands up. "Hey lady look, I ain't no zombie. I just woke up with these eyes." I explained. She was about to say something else when the other three men came back. One of the two was a man with a white suit, though it had blood stains, holding up an automatic shotgun and a red backpack. The man beside him was wearing a hat covering his short black hair, faded yellow shirt and a pair of baggy pants. He also had a red backpack slung to his shoulder, a machine gun alike to the dark-skinned man on his hand. The suit man came close turning around with fire in his eyes, he was very angry.
"Rochelle, what the hell do you think y- Holy shit!" The man half-yelled as both looked at him as he points the shotgun at me. My eyes widen backing away from them ready to run. "Nick! What do you think y- Oh." The dark-skinned man came grabbing Nick's gun away from him 'till he saw me. Well, my eyes. The man stood there in shock although he didn't give the gun back from Nick. "Hey what's everyone standin' aro- Whoa!" The last one came around then stopped almost dropping his gun when he saw me.
It's funny how they all had the same reaction. Even so, I felt very small as they all just stood there staring in shock.
It didn't help that my nerves hasn't calm down yet.
"Um, please don't kill me. I just woke up!" I pleaded still hands up though backing up very slowly. That seemed to snap them back to reality. Nick grabbed the gun out of the other man's hand but the man had a tight grip. He glared hard at the man. "Coach, whatever he is, he is not human, and may I remind you we are in a zombie apocalypse? He can kill us if we don't kill him first!" Nick hissed trying to bulge the gun. Coach pulled the gun out of the man's reach. He glared back at Nick heatedly. "He could have killed us while we were gawking at him but he didn't, did he now Nick?" He said venom lacing in his voice. These guys must have a tough time. Before any fights can happen or anyone to speak, I step forward. "Look, I don't know…anything about myself. I know one thing for certain though. I'm not the living dead; I don't crave flesh or blood. So please…don't kill me!" I explained very carefully stretching every word especially the last bit. There was an uncomfortable silence.
Then the southern man spoke up. "Well, if he definitely ain't rottin' then he's human! Plus the more the merrier right?" He says with a grin. Nick whirled his head around to glare at the man. He seems pretty determine to kill me. Before he could speak though, Coach grabs his arm moving him to the side. "Just let it go, Nick. We have guns and he has nothing. It could just be genetics." The man sternly stated reasonably. Obviously growing tired of the situation, Nick just scowled at us then looked at me. "If you even once try to eat me, I will kill you!" He threatened. "In my defense, I just woke up." I said putting my hands up in defeat. Rochelle rolls her eyes then walks away toward the arrow pointing to a dark alley way. The rest soon followed but I stayed back. Am I supposed to follow them? Can I follow them? It was stupid, I know. I should just go follow them without hesitation. Yet the argument whether I should live or not lingers in my head like a warning.
"You comin'?"
Snapping thoughts back to reality, I looked at the southerner who was smiling at me just waiting. The others hung back although looking around alert. Nick looked like he was forced to. I laughed mentally and grinned back. "Yeah, just collecting myself." I responded then jugged towards them.
Guess I found myself company…for now.
It took only ten minutes 'till we found the safe house. From what Rochelle explained to me, the safe house usually has a red white metal door which indicates what it is. It could be a door for a small room, even in a basement or an actual small house when lucky. There would be always some supplies at least inside like cans of food, ammos and med-kits. This safe house was just a room inside a huge once faded orange building connecting to another and the exit door leads to the other side. It was quite surprising that nothing attacked us. The alley way was suspiciously empty with only blood stains and bodies. The weird thing was the blood was fresh. How I know this is a complete mystery.
Then again, my whole life is a complete mystery!
The safe house wasn't too bad. Two floors were open to us, beds on the second floor while supplies are downstairs. The best thing about the stairs is it had a metal door just like the safe house but was grey instead of red. It didn't matter though! This means we could sleep in peace without worrying about zombies. Although I don't think I'll be sleeping in a long run. The room upstairs is pretty nice despite the apocalypse. Five unused, little damaged, beds were lined up on the wall away from the steel bar from the boarded windows looking quiet presentable. Well, in today's world perhaps it is. The walls although damaged and paint peeling looked sturdy not to collapse on them. It didn't stink of urine or blood either. No bloodstains, no bodies, just a normal decaying room.
Rochelle is currently cooking canned red beans with a working stove downstairs. There was actually more food than we realize inside the safe house. According to Coach, we could stay here for weeks if we weren't trying to look for the 'safe haven.' He kindly filled me in about the information they have seen and heard around this city about a place where people can seek refugee from the zombies. Ellis, the Southerner, told me also that a man has been broadcasting about this haven through working radios. They made contact with him just three days ago and ended up trying to get uphill at the creepy house to get better view as well as to refill their needs. Nick wasn't too thrilled to trust this guy who calls himself 'Rave'. Rochelle had talked back that Rave gave them tons of correct information where to get food and weapons when contacted. It turns out that they haven't been attacked by any special infected until the Tank accident. They also have a small purple portable radio that lets them contact Rave when they can. It's what they are trying to do right now except for Nick who was scowling at the corner of his bed glaring at the radio.
We were all currently at the second floor sitting down on the middle bed with the radio making static sounds. "Hello? Rave? Are you there?" Ellis asks lying down in front of the radio poking it now and then. Coach was standing beside him staring at it deep in thinking. I was just….sitting on the head of the bed clutching a pillow at my chest. I stared at Ellis speaking to the radio chuckling slightly when the Southerner gets fed up once in a while. "So…what's this guy like?" I ask looking at Coach. Doing nothing feels like more dead than alive. Something I definitely don't want to feel or to be. The man scratches his head humming. "Well, we've only contacted him twice in three days so I'm not one to judge quickly but I say he's alright." He replies with a chuckle, "Loves to bring laughter in the darkest of times and to annoy Nick over there." A string of curses and threats came from Nick who decided to fumble with the papers he had found littering on the ground.
"Nice to hear ya too, Nick." A voice, strangely familiar, like a sweet honey with a touch of rough edge speaks out from the purple radio. I jolt in alarm as the voice came out staring at it in surprise. "Rave, you finally answered!" Ellis says cheering happily. A chuckle came out as a response. "Sorry 'bout that. Got a couple of troubles here but it has been….sustained." He explains. A sudden flash of images raced through my vision earning a gasp from me. All three heads looks at me in question but I shook my head warily.
What the hell was that all about? All I saw was a blur of white lab coats and…and…chains…then a horrible picture of a needle seeping out some kind of blue glowing liquid.
"So how far have you guys gone?" Rave asks getting the attention of from the three of us. Nick just scowled and continued to examine the dirty papers. Ellis sighs putting his head on his hands. "We haven't gotten very far. A Tank appeared out of nowhere and attacked us not to mention we also got a new member in the team." He responded with a huge grin as he finishes that sentence. I smiled a little although hiding it by using the pillow. "The Tank doesn't sound good but it seems you guys made it out alright. And what's this about a new survivor?" He asks with obvious interest. Coach mentions me to the radio suggesting to tell my name. Oh…wait...
What is my name?
Slowly crawling towards the radio, I tried to think hard of my name to no avail. I didn't notice I was near enough the radio and had stopped if Ellis didn't wave a hand in front of my face. I blinked rapidly for a second when I saw him raise an eyebrow. I shook my head smiling. Nick was suddenly interested staring at us. "That's right. We don't know you're name yet but you know ours." He pointed out narrowing his eyes at me. Feeling a little uncomfortable, I ignored the stares I was getting and focused on the radio. "Nick, don't be an ass right now." Ellis stated with a pointed stare at the man who growled back. Coach looked curious of this cocking his head to the side. "It is kind of strange we haven't gotten your name. I hope you don't intend to be nameless the whole way, boy!" He commented chuckling. I sigh shaking my head however was smiling. "I think this is a good time then to tell us your name, newbie!" Rave teased. I don't mind telling them my name, really. It's just that I can't remember it! Oh what to do.
Another sudden image flashed through my head although it was just a word. A confusing word that soon became my name.
"….Vameir. My name is Vameir."