Pairing: Green/Blue, Oldrivalshipping
Words: 173
Apocalypse
"Hurry!" He doesn't bother keeping his voice down, they've already found them. His grip on her hand tightens, and he forces himself to run faster. "We have to get out of here!"
"Greenie," Blue whispers, her voice thick. He makes the mistake of turning back towards her (as if he can comfort his sobbing girlfriend mid-run,) and he literally sees Red.
Except, it's not Red anymore. It's the disgusting, un-dead manifestation of his past best-friend. Red's shuffling ahead of the other zombies, as if leading an army, the same way he died.
"Yeah, Blue?" Green strains his eyes, and he sees the barbed-wire gates of the apocalyptic Pallet Town. If he weren't Green, he may have cried.
"I'm scared," She mumbles. Blue wants to stop running, but she knows that spells something even worse than death for both of them.
"I know," Green replies. "So am I." If Green had said that a few months ago, Blue would have questioned his mentality, but, the zombie apocalypse changes people. In more ways than one.