Percephine: I am alive! ^ ^
Tombstone: And I have no idea if I count as dead or alive.
Percephine: Gonna be honest, I don't even know if you count as one or two people.
Tombstone: I like to think of myself as two quarters of two whole parts.
Percephine: . . . Okay? Well either way sorry I've been gone for so long but I was trying to make my first AMV ( which I did. :3 ) and it kind of took all of my attention. Now I'm back but don't have much time I'm afraid.
Tombstone: The author's mother is a year closer to death.
Percephine: -_- Really? Well actually her birthday is coming up really soon so I don't have the time to get my notes for the other story I wa working on so you'll have to make do with a shorter discard I have, sorry. The story is in Shark's point of view and was actually a prototype for hope in the shadows. Enjoy! ^ ^
I run as fast as I can dragging Yuma and Rio behind me. We've been running and hiding all day since the monster's attacked. They broke into my house while Yuma was spending the night ' studying '. My parent's were killed fighting the off and giving us a chance to run. We tried running to Yuma's house but the monster's already attacked and there was no one left.
After about another half hour of running we stop to rest. We're a good way away from home and panting heavily. Rio is crying as Yuma tries to comfort her. I would try as well but I'm too busy looking around for any sign of danger or movement. I hear a sound to my left and turn expecting to see a straggler but there's a whole horde of them.
Their skin is so pale and an eerie contrast to the dark circles around their eyes. Some of them have blood and flesh of their victims stuck to them as they start to slowly come towards us. Zombies, how or why this started I have no idea but it's spreading fast. We need to run but Rio is in no shape to keep running and if I tried to carry her they might catch us.
" I'll lead them away. " Yuma said with a seriousness I've never seen on his face before.
" But if you face those things on your own you might- " I started but Yuma held his hand up to silence me.
" I just said I would lead them away not that I would fight them. I'll just lead them a few blocks away then sneak around and head back towards here. "
" But still- " Yuma stopped me with a comforting smile.
" I promise to come back. When have I ever broken a promise? " I sigh and Yuma's smile brightens a little. " Here. " He takes off his pendant that his parents gave him and then quickly puts it around my neck as he takes mine and pus it around his. " There. Now we each have something important that belongs to the other person so we'll have to meet again to get them back. "
Before I can say anything else Yuma goes close enough to the zombies to catch their attention before running away. I want to go after him, to save him but I can't move, I'm frozen in place. I scream at myself to move to go after, to do anything! I just keeping looking at his back a he runs off, the last time I'll ever see him.
Then I wake up, just like always. The same dream and memories haunting me each night for three years as I think about what could have happened if I had stopped him. I wrap my hand around the pendant that still hangs from around my neck. The last part of him that exists in this world.
I get up, shower, eat and report for today's mission. Ever since me and Rio came to this safe haven I've seen people go out to search for supplies and only some come back. Now that I'm sixteen and old enough to go out myself I plan on ending that cycle. As it is the population is so low only even of us are in this group. Me, Rio, Durbe, Mizael, Alit, Gilag, and . . . Vector. He's so out of his mind he's probably more of a risk than the actual zombies.
Three days of riding in the jeep and dealing with Vector's. . . colorful stories we find what used to be a small pit stop that was obviously a part of some kind of fight but luckily still had food, clothes, medicine, gasoline and other materials that we would be really useful in the future. It wa on our way back that the real trouble started.
As we were driving back everything was going well, no signs of zombies which was weird but welcomed. That is, until we learned why there weren't any around. Runners. Runners were a deviant kind of zombie much more dangerous than regular zombies. Not only were they a lot faster and stronger than regular zombies but they they regenerated lost body parts after they ate and eat anything in sight, including other zombies. Only damaging the brain and/or burning the entire body kill them.
There was a group of about twenty of them. While Durbe drove Mizael and I tried to aim for their heads while the others guarded the supplies. We were able to take out nine of them before one finally caught up and shove into the jeep hard enough to turn us over.
We tried to fight them off and killed four more before the others got too close. One of them went after Durbe but just before it reached him a shot rang out from the distance. We turned in surprise and saw two people about our age riding up on what looked like dirt bikes. They looked almost like twins in the same kind of simple dirty clothes, yellow eyes, and high curved hair except one wore blue hair and clothes while the other had black hair and clothes. * Cough * * Cough * Astral and Black Mist * Cough *
The blue one scowled and the other and yelled " Careful! We don't want to waste ammo! "
The other one yelled back " I killed it didn't I!? " They stopped when they got close and started getting between us and the runners. We got up and started to help and killed all but three. Two of them were running back and forth trying to grab someone without being shot and we lost track of the other one during the struggle. The blue one was focused on lanin a killing blow and didn't see the third one come out of hiding and head straight for him.
Alit and I saw it but there was no way we could have killed it in time in our position on the ground. As it was about to reach him a runner that hadn't been in the group before came out of seemingly nowhere and tackled the other runner to the ground before tearing it's head off and started to bash its head in and eat the brains. I was honestly shocked. I mean sure runners ate zombies but eating other runners was extremely rare.
What's even more rare is instead of finishing it he went after one of the live runners. Once a runner is dead its body will quickly start to deteriorate so by the time the other runner comes back its meal will be gone. These things live to eat so why would it abandon its food? The blue one finally kills one of the remaining runners while the new runner kills the last one.
This time the runner stops to eat everything. I aim to shoot it while it's still but before he can the one dressed in black hits stands in front of me and looks like he's about to hit me in the head with his gun and I flinch out of reflex. I hear a smack but don't feel anything. As I look up I see the new runner is crouched over me blocking the blow. Its head is to the left to the left of mine so I couldn't see its face but I could clearly hear it's voice as it as me in a slow slightly slurred voice, " . . . hu. . . hurt? . . . "
I froze. Runners act like they understand more than regular zombies but none have ever talked before. Then there was the voice. Distorted as it i now I couldn't but think it sounded hauntingly familiar. I looked down at the runner and see a torn shirt and red vest and pants that look like they used to be white stained with dirt and possibly dried blood with orange moons. I want to look at its face but am so afraid of being right.
The runner pulls its head back and I see a pale face with dark circles around its eyes like any other zombie. But I also see eyes that even though they look spaced out and dead have a light that reaches pass death itself. A smile that even though is more tame still holds the same warmth and comfort it once had as he pulls my necklace out of his pocket and holds it up to me. " . . p-prom. . . promise. . . . "
Percephine: Welp that's all I have for now. ^ ^ I'll try my best too do the other story later, promise.
Tombstone: I' seeing a trend here
Percephine: Well they don't. :3
Tombstone: Using your skills for evil. I'm so proud.
Percephine: Thank you! ^ ^ But everyone! Don't forget to review!