"Great zombie Jesus, what in the hell is that thing?" Hunter asked as the four entered the Docks.
A large pale corpse of a Tank lay near a red freight car. Leather restraints were around its wrists, wrists covered in blood. Its head was shaved in a buzz cut, it wore tattered jean shorts, and had a Marine tattoo on its chest.
"Zard…I'm telling you this as a friend." Chuck put his hand on Zard's shoulder as he spoke, "Stop following odd Witch's or their Army undead dead boyfriend Tank's will not only kick your ass, but possibly rip your legs off and beat you with them."
"That's the Marine symbol, dumbass." Zard snapped, smacking Chuck's hand from his shoulder.
"Whatever you get my point." Chuck muttered, crossing his arms.
"I'm not following her!" Zard hacked out the sentence.
"Zard you gotta face the facts, we don't care how much you love her, she will never go for you. I think its because of your disgusting face." Hunter said poking the dead Tank with a stick.
"You're a bitch, I think I hate you more and more everyday."
"Good my job here is done."
"This has got to be the only place she won't find me." Zard muttered to himself as he sat on the roof of the apartment building that housed the base.
It over looked the Docks, so when the sun set it casts orange rays onto the water. Besides that it gave a nice view of Downtown. If you squint you can see Burger Tank a little past Downtown.
Right now it gave a fantastic view of some survivors trying to brave down town.
Zard watched them weave in and out of the alleys taking down commons as they went. One stopped suddenly and shinned its light at an alley.
"Lights off!" One of them shrieked.
"Oh no…" Zard through looking around.
Sure enough crying echoed through the alley across from him. To his displeasure a black and red garbed leg poked from the opening.
"She's walking right towards them." Zard realized, franticly looking around. Hoping there was another alley she could hide in.
There wasn't and in a few turns she would meet the wrong end of a chrome shotgun. Zard had to do something. No one, not even weird Witches with dead undead Marine Tank boyfriends that are everywhere you are, deserves to die.
"I'm going to hate myself for this…" Zard muttered, before standing on the ledge of the apartment complex.
He hacked out a cough before shooting his tongue across the alley and right around the weird Witches waist.
She let out an ear splitting scream before she was pulled up the apartment complex wall. Once she got there she saw the group of survivors that would have ended her.
With one final tug, Zard got her up to the ledge. Letting her land next to him, he coughed trying to pull his tongue back in.
"Y-you saved me?" She squeaked as she ducked behind the ledge.
"Yeah well…survivors, what are you going to do?" He muttered not looking at her.
She nodded before turning towards him, "Whats your name?"
"Zard."
"Like Lizard?"
"Yep."
"Socks."
"What?" Zard looked at her oddly.
"My name. Its Socks." She said nonchalantly.
"Oh…so Socks." Zard paused for a moment, taking out a cigarette and lighting it, "Why do you follow me?"
"I thought you were the one following me." She said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. Blood smeared her cheeks, "I think your friend is my cousins boyfriend."
"Who Chuck?"
"Yeah, with the pony tail. He doesn't look right to me. I don't know what Heather sees in him." She said, attempting to pull her sock up with her claws.
"That explains it." Zard muttered taking a drag.
"Explains what?" Socks asked looking away from the smoke.
"Your cousins a Spitter isn't she? I've seen her hanging around the places Chuck hangs out." Zard said putting the cigarette out.
"Oh I get it, She's been making me go to weird places with her. Your always hanging out with Chuck. I see how you thought I was following you." She said tilting her head to the side, "But how come you only noticed me and not her?"
Zard was silent, he had asked himself the same question.
"I guess I just liked you more."
"That's sweet of you."
They talked into the night, the sounds of gun fire and screams of terror and anger were their white noise.
"Well it was nice to meet you Zard, but I gotta go. Heather has this shop Downtown that she lets me work at." Socks stood up and stretched, wiping newly formed tears from her eyes. "Maybe we can meet up at Burger Tank at midday?"
"Sure, bye Socks." Zard said also stretching.
"Bye Zard." With that she disappeared through the door leading to the stair way.
Zard smiled to himself as he watched the sun rise.
The door to the stair way opened again, without turning Zard began to speak.
"You know what Socks, I think I really do like you a lot."
Someone behind him snickered.
Confused Zard turned and glared.
"I knew you liked that Witch, your face doesn't disgust her after all." Hunter sneered.
"I fucking hate you."