Hey people! So the only reason I'm only updating this story is cause this is the only story I've got ideas for… Sorry, but you gotta say, that's a good excuse, would you rather wait long for a super good story? Or a crappy piece of shit? Yeah I though so.
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Chapter 2: Are We the Waiting?
I walked around the city, San Francisco to be exact. I knew every alleyway and building in this huge city after roaming these streets for so many years. Luckily, I only came across a few walkers here and there that I could easily avoid, or er… put down. I went to a secret area that I considered my living space, nobody, I mean nobody knew about this little, actually humongous place. There was this really nice, big, abandoned, building. Apparently the city had big plans for this place, but they ran out of funds to finish it, so they just kind of encased in locks so people could look at it in awe, but the inside was empty as a shell. A lot of homeless people tried to break in multiple times, but after about two years, they gave up. But me being my clever self found a way in through an intricate system of tunnels I dug with only a spoon. Haha just kidding, I chiseled a crack small enough for only me to fit into in one of the thinner walls and bought some wood and paint, with the money I pick pocketed or earned from playing guitar and singing out on the streets, to blend it into the wall outside to make it a practically invisible door.
I started to pickpocket when I toughened up at the age of nine. And I taught myself how to play the guitar. After about a year, I got enough money to buy a bed, batteries, lamps, and other things that let a street kid like me have a semi-comfortable life. I actually have quite a bit of cash that I've been saving up over the years; well I guess it won't be of any use now.
Then my mind hatched an idea, this place is pretty big, it can probably comfortably house about five other people, maybe I round up a group of survivors. I was paranoid when I was little and I bought a lot of batteries, lamps, and non-perishable food just in case an emergency happened. I guess it was a good idea, not the kind of emergency I was thinking of, but still an emergency.
But considering that not many people that live in San Francisco are used to surviving, and most of the hobos are slow to react, I doubt I'll find any people.
I went outside to look for materials to barricade the little alleyway my door is in. Then, I heard a gunshot, coming from the east side of town. I used my almost superhuman speed to get there, and raptor hearing to pinpoint where the gunshot came from. I looked at the roof of the tallest building I could find, and I saw a figure shooting some of the walkers roaming around.
I climbed up the building, through the fire escape, and made my way to the roof. At the top I saw six, very much alive teens. One was tall, he had jet black hair, olive skin, and was wearing black clothes, he was the one shooting the walkers, did I mention he's very attractive? Well he is. Psh, but he's too fond of black… I thought. There were three other tall kids, two dudes, and one girl. One of the guys were pale, and had spiky strawberry blonde hair. The other guy was tannish and had blonde hair, he looked like the stereotypical surfer, he was pretty hot too, but not as hot as black clothes guy. The girl had mocha skin, and she looked very familiar. Then it hit me. She's the girl that saved me that time! The really talkative one! I thought, realization was etched on my face. They still haven't noticed me. There was also a little boy and girl, the boy looked about eleven and the girl looked about nine. I guessed they were sibling because they both hand blonde hair, right blue eyes, and mischievous smiles, although the boy's smile was a bit more mischievous.
Then the little girl spotted me, she pointed and screamed. The black clothes guy pointed his gun at me. I raised my hands up in surrender, "Woah, whoa, whoawhoawhoawhoa. I'm alive thank you very much." he didn't lower his gun. Then I ran up to… Nudge, I think that was her name, I heard him cock his gun.
"Oh yeah, thanks for saving my life six, seven, or eight months ago." I said. Her face showed confusion, at first, then her face lit up.
"Max!" She hugged me. I winced from the pain from the pressure on my chest, she let go.
"You know this extremely suspicious girl?" the black clothes guys asked, his gun was still pointed at me. I walked up to him, I could tell his senses were on high alert. I quickly snatched his guns out of his hand, took out the handy duct tape in my pocket (what? You never know when you need duct tape) and wrapped it around a certain part of a gun. Making a make-shift silencer.
"You can thank me later." I said, not even looking back to see his extremely confused face. "Anyways, this girl right here saved me from a near death situation." I announced.
Nudge grinned, "But ZOMG, you have like superhuman healing, like the internal wound closed up in like a week! I visited you every week, considering you didn't look like you had any family. And when the hospital was overrun I was there, but you were still in a coma! So I left you some, weapons, although I thought they would be hard to use. But looking at your belt, I can see, they were very useful. Ew! Is that blood on one! Zombie blood is so gross, and stinky! Speaking of stinky, have you smelled some of the guys? I mean-mmmmphllergh" the pale blonde guy put his hand over her mouth.
I blinked, "She said that in one breath. One. Breath." the black clothes guys chuckled.
"Yeah, that's Nudge for ya." the black clothes guy said.
"Okay so what are your names? Considering, I only know Nudge and I keep on calling you," I said pointing to the black clothes guy, "black clothes guy."
He looked at me questioningly, but eventually shook it off, "I'm Nick, the pale dude with the spiked up hair is Iggy, it's a weird name, I know, the beach surfer looking dude is Dylan, the little boy is Gazzy, don't ask, and the little girl is Angel."
"Haha wow, that's the most you've said so far." the pale dude, Iggy I think, said
Nick shrugged, his poker face was flawless, but his eyes swirled with nervousness.
"So, I'm guessing you guys have set up camp here?" I queried.
"Yeah," er-Dylan said, "high places are big advantages, of course, you probably don't know that." he said with superiority in his voice.
"Sexist pig…" I murmured, very quietly.
"What did you say? I didn't catch that." he asked.
"Nothing important…" I said, trailing off. "Anyways you guys need real shelter? I've got a protected shelter that has enough room and food for all you guys, that is, if you want to come." Everyone but Dylan and Nick jumped at the idea of a roof over their head.
Nick shook his head, "Why should we trust you? We just met you, and apparently you got shot by some shady guys according to Nudge. How do we know you aren't associated with bad people?"
"I second that opinion, plus, why would I let a girl give me a place to live? I, as a guy, am perfectly capable of finding a place of our own."
I rolled my eyes at the last comment, "One, the shooting had to do with my scumbag parents. Two, look, you sexist pig," I went up to Dylan jabbing my finger into his chest, "I've been living on these streets for about nine years, I know these streets like the back of my hand, I'm faster, stronger, tougher than any grown man. And trust me, you're about as lucky as a million dollar winner if someone offers you a secure shelter during the fucking zombie apocalypse." I said, sending a death glare towards his direction. I heard a satisfying gulp of fear. (A/N sounds weird… Gulp of fear…)
Nick sighed, "Fine, we accept." he said reluctantly. I heard a chorus of cheers, plus an irritated grumbling from Dylan.
"Okay then, follow me!" I said motioning them to do so like the main character of some cheesy little kids show. Which earned some laughs from some of the kids.
It took us about fifteen minutes to get to the little alleyway, we came across a few walkers along the way that Nick and I took out easily. We walked into the alleyway, and I turned around to see the puzzled faces of the survivors.
Then Nick's expression changed from confusion to anger, "I knew we shouldn't have trusted you! I mean-"
"Whoa whoa whoa, hold your horses, just wait!" I yelled.
"Wait for what? This alley is clearly a fucking dead end!" he yelled, progressively raising his voice.
I sighed, "Quiet down, or you'll attract the walkers." then I reached out for the knob of the practically invisible door, mumbling "Idiot didn't let me finish…" I turned around and glared at him, gesturing them to go in. Nick stared at me apologetically. I just kept on glaring at him.
"So, are you guys hungry?" I asked, grinning. I saw all six heads nodding eagerly. Hearing quiet murmurs like, "We haven't eaten in days!" and "Food…"
"Just wait about five minutes." I said. I went to the food storage closet and got out about five large bags of chips, beef jerky, and a whole pack of water, it didn't even leave a dent in my food inventory. I poured out all of the food in bowls and set them on my small table.
"You can come in now!" I yelled, they all piled in, their mouths agape at all of the food, they immediately dug in, making very, inhuman sounds while eating.
Nick surprisingly grinned at me and said, "Thanks a whole lot." When he grinned one of his incisors shined brighter than the rest of his teeth.
"Fang!" I yelled out randomly.
He looked at me like I was an alien, "What?"
"I'm gonna call you Fang from now on!" I yelled once again. He looked at me inquisitively again, but then shrugged and continued eating.
I snickered, and watched the survivors pig out on the food. Hm, these people aren't that bad… I thought.
Done! This chapter took me three days to finish! Also I'll give another shoutout thingy to the first person who can tell me what band the song the title of the chapter is based off of. Okay BYEEES!