Sorry this is late, after tyoing the first part (up until they go to sleep) i hated the rest of this chapter, so I didn't want to write it.
Disclaimer: i own nothing but the story.
"Namine!" I yelled behind me as I ran, "Hide!"
A fist came down in front of me and rubble smashed into my head; I felt blood beginning to pool over little cuts on my face. Quickly I hacked at the arm that had almost pulverized me a second ago and the blade of the chainsaw bounced off of the muscle and skin. Fuck.
The large zombie punched me and I flew twenty feet into a metal dumpster. Cringing, I looked to the other side of the dumpster to find Namine's hiding place. Twenty feet away, the huge creature was trying to pull a chunk of the ground out to through at us.
"I-I have an idea." I heard her quiet voice say. I scooted over to her side quickly to listen.
"What is it?"
"If I distract it, you'll get a clear shot at some vulnerable part if its body, like under its knees or something."
"You can't be serious; you're hurt, that thing is like, invincible, and I doubt that I'll be able to do enough damage so you won't get hurt anymore. There's no way."
Her arms were still bleeding and I saw the cuts underneath the dried blood; they weren't too deep, but they weren't something to just write off.
"Too late!" she yelled as the chunk of ground soared over our heads. Then the tank ran towards us and Namine jumped out. Sighing, I revved the engine of the chainsaw again and crawled around to the original side of the dumpster I got slammed against.
A roar was heard as the zombie slammed its fists down onto the ground, and I saw Namine slip between the creatures legs gently to the other side of it. On cue, I ran behind the zombie and cut through the thinner, vulnerable flesh behind its knees. A pained screech left the zombie's mouth and it collapsed onto its knees. I took my chance and sliced its arms off of its body from the shoulders and ran around to the front of the living dead.
I found a stick on the ground and put it between the handle and trigger of the chainsaw; as long as that trigger was pressed, the blade would keep spinning. For some reason I grinned like a lunatic as I pushed the chainsaw blade into the creature's chest and watched as it writhed in pain. Then, being the sadist I had become since the whole zombie ordeal, I kicked the blade deeper into the chest cavity with all my might. Black blood was squirting and leaking from the zombie and I walked away when it fell forward and finally pushed the chainsaw deep enough to end its undead life.
I walked over to Namine who was sitting against a wall away from the bodies of the countless slaughtered zombies. I sat beside her, catching my breath.
"Hey." I greeted.
"Just imagine it; all of those…things were once normal people like us. They had families and friends and lives and loves. Why were we blessed to live on?" she looked distant as she spoke, deep in thought.
"I don't know." I looked down at my hands, "Maybe we're meant for something better than this; maybe we're meant for a special purpose."
"Maybe…."
"Can I ask you something?" I inquired.
"What's your question?"
"Why were you crying when I found you?"
There was a silence as I waited for the answer. For the first time since the beginning of our conversation, she looked me in the eyes.
"…My boyfriend, he-he became one of them and-and I-I had to kill him." She started sobbing.
I looked down and pulled out my necklace to show her. "I know what you had to go through. My parents and my brother had turned as well. Before that, though, my dad pulled out this family heirloom and we all etched our names into it. He told me to always keep it with me and to remember them. Then…they changed. They weren't my family anymore. So…I ended them quickly and painlessly."
It was quiet again, aside from Namine's low crying. I pulled my white t-shirt off and tore it into shreds to wrap around her cuts. When that was done, I pulled out a spare shirt from my backpack and threw it on.
"How do your arms feel? Any better?" I asked.
"T-they're a-a bit b-better." She was still crying, so I pulled her closer to me and let her weep on my chest.
"Come on, we have to find a place to sleep for the night." I stood up and pulled her with me as we walked out of the dead end street over the bodies of the dead. I picked up my crowbar before leaving, though, just in case.
I walked us back to the building where we had left that morning and took her to a bed in one of the upper floor bedrooms. I hopped into the bed beside her, but faced the opposite way wishing that I didn't have to.
The next morning we both took a shower before heading back out.
"So on the list for today is getting you a gun and a backpack full of stuff." I chuckled lightly.
She smiled a small smile, but didn't say a thing as we walked out of the building.
A few hours later, we ended up at a Super Wal-Mart. Score.
"Ok, so we'll split up." I started, "you get yourself a backpack, clothes, a hoodie, a flashlight, and batteries. I'll go get some food. If anything goes wrong, run and hide. If you can't get away, scream and do whatever you can do to fight it or get away."
"ok. We'll meet back here in….1 hour?" she asked.
"Sure."
Namine walked to the left and I took the right.
An hour later, we met back near the entrance. Namine had a white messenger bag filled with her stuff. My backpack was filled with food and an extra shirt and in my hands was food for her.
"You ready? We have to look for weapons now." I asked as we turned and faced the door. She nodded and we walked out.
We scoured the streets until we found a gun shop. The front glass door was all cracked and broken, while the inside looked ransacked. I opened the door quietly, still wary of the zombies and held the door open for my fair-haired friend so that she could walk in.
Inside was a total mess, but fortunately there were still a bunch of guns left. I grabbed Namine a sub-machine gun from a top row she couldn't reach (though she looked cute when she was trying to reach it) and she grabbed an automatic shotgun from a wall. We scoured the place for ammo and packed it all in her messenger bag.
"What're those?" I saw 2 plastic bottles, a couple wrapped bars, and some deodorant in her bag when we were placing the ammunition in her bag.
"Oh, I grabbed some shampoo, conditioner, body soap, and deodorant for us while I was grabbing my clothes. I thought it might be useful for the next time we find a shower." She explained.
"That was pretty smart!"
She blushed "Thanks."
After that, we walked out into the streets. Next to the gun store was a cosplay store. Namine told me she needed a sketchbook and so we walked in. Inside were clothes, costumes, items, and even food from every anime and video game imaginable-and more. Namine walked away and came back in a few minutes with a large, leather-bound notebook, pencils, and a sharpener.
"Hey, what's that heart with the K and H on the front from?" I asked her.
"This game called Kingdom Hearts." She answered.
"I've never heard of it. It's probably stupid."
And that's when I looked at the wall over the cash register. On it were two key-shaped swords that were designed elegantly. One was black and daunting; the other was white and pure. They were both steel and iron, very sharp and very heavy and could definitely do some damage. Screw the crowbar; if I could have those, I'd be able to take out zombies without breaking a sweat.
I reached up and grabbed the weapons, slinging them around my back for easy access and smiled like a kid on Christmas. I felt invincible and Namine laughed at the expression on my face.
"Come on Roxas," she was still giggling, "we need to find somewhere to stay for the night."
So we headed out towards the outskirts of the town, trying to find somewhere to stay. Somehow we got lost, though, and ended up in the middle of the woods. The sun was setting behind the trees and I saw that Namine was looking uneasy. I wasn't feeling so right either.
Suddenly the screeching off zombies filled the air.
"Fuck! Nami, get ready, here they come!"
At least fifty zombies ran towards us and we started the assault. I heard the sound of the submachine gun bullets piercing zombie flesh and the terrible screams that came with each shot. I was stabbing and slashing and ripping through the monsters with ease.
But soon, they started to overpower us. More and more of the damned creatures attacked and Nami and I we're both exhausted.
I thought we were as good as dead until a wave of fire ended the attack. Through the flames, I saw the outline of a spiky-haired assassin and the sound of crazy laughter filling the air.
Again, I personally hate this chapter, so i don't expect my readers to like it either. but I still appreciate reviews, whether they be good or bad.
The song for this chapter is 96 Quite Bitter Beings by CKY. It goes with the beginning of the chapter, which is probably the best part if this chapter.
