DREI
The life that I live
Decay
I don't know how long I was out.
All I know is that when I regained consciousness, I was miles away from where I lost control with blood all over me, a literal trail of dead bodies in my wake, and a severed zombie head in my hand.
I whipped it at a brick wall when I realized it was still trying to bite me.
I considered turning around and going back to look at 'my' handiwork, but night was coming soon, and I was going to need to find a place to stay safe until dawn.
grrrrrowl
And some food, too. That would probably be nice.
Well let's see... There's a couple of cars nearby, they look pretty decent. I don't see anything dead in them. I should probably be more concerned if there was anything undead in them, but eh. Three years of living like this kinda makes you not give a shit.
I walk up to a weather-beaten grey four door car. It's windows are kinda murky, but I can't see anything living or dead inside. Looks safe, I suppose.
I open up the passenger car door and am immediately met with a strong foul smell, which must be absolutely rancid if I can smell it through my respirator, so I backpedal away as I pull out my magnum and take aim at the seat. Really bad smells can normally be associated with infected. There's nothing in the passenger seat, so I guess that whatever it is is in the back seat.
I make my away around the side of the car with my magnum still trained on the automobile until I end up in front of the driver's side back door. I inch my hand forward to the handle slowly as I try to make out any sort of shape through the window. It looks like there's some sort of black cloth over the window.
Looks like i'm gonna have to chance it.
I throw the door open and step back as I put both hands on the grip of my magnum, fully expecting a infected to lunge out of the car towards me. Instead, nothing happens. There's no movement, no moaning, no-
gyaaaa….
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No…
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Dear God, please…
Don't let this be what I think this is.
Gyaaaaaa….
I know what this is. I know, I know, I know, I know, why? Why am I still going forward? I can't stop. I can't stop myself from kneeling down and peering into the car. My wish is granted, but by then it's too late. I stop when I see it.
Gyaaaa…
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A booster seat….
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He doesn't look any older than five…
I sit propped up against the car, now fully closed as I nurse my head in one of my hands as I look at my magnum in the other.
Even after all it's done, I don't hate it. This thing has saved my ass more times than I can count.
But even with all the good it's done for me, It has only ever been used for evil. To extinguish any and all evil.
And one day, it will vanquish me.
I stare at the chamber, one bullet in the cylinder before I spin it and bring it back into place.
Will today be that day?
I bring it up under my chin as I stare off above me into the graying sky.
Will this be the last thing I ever see?
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*click*.
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*click*
*click*
*click*
...
I guess I live to see another day.
I stand up from the side of the car and walk around it, trying my best to ignore the blood splatter on the window.