He woke up the next morning at sunrise as he was told to do, his roommate still asleep in the bed across from him, he actually smiled, he hasn't had a friend since the zombies infested the small town he resided in.
He quickly put on his uniform, the bullet proof vest, a pair of jeans they found for him and a pair of combat boots. He left the room trying his best not to wake him as he made his way to the military building.
He had arrived when he was running a hand through his hair, the rest of the squad packing all of their guns and making sure they had enough bullets, being tossed his shotgun he caught it swiftly, hooking it onto his back for later.
"So this is what we're doing, we heard on the radios that the dead was attacking Houston, so we're gonna check for survivors."
"Houston is at least a four hour drive from here." He gained a nod from the chief. "We're taking the truck, Winchester's gonna drive."
He raised an eyebrow. "You mean my roommate." He gained another nod, hi, taking a bit gulp of water before speaking again. "He drives the vehicles when we go on patrol."
They headed out as the sun had risen completely, people gathering around to say their farewells for awhile as they climbed into the vehicles, he climbed into the truck, greeted by his roommate who- was exactly what they said- driving the truck for the patrol.
The men opened the gate, quickly closing it as the vehicles had departed. He took a small booklet out of his small bag, reading through it. "What ya reading?" The guy beside him asked, there was at least five people in the back seat, the car designed to hold a few people.
"It's the stories my brother and I used to write when we were bored." He mumbled, his attention turned completely towards the small booklet. "What happened to him?"
"Killed not long after the virus broke out, lost my other brother and my sister as well." He stated, after awhile he began more comfortable talking about it. "Oh, I'm sorry"
They were halfway to Houston at least an hour later, all the members except himself in a deep slumber, one of the women asleep with her head on her husbands lap. "You should've told me you drive the car." He told to the driver, making him let out a small chuckle in reply. "You never asked what I did."
"So what's your story?" He asked after a few moments, a bit curious- they were friends after all. "I came here during the outbreak, my Mom died in a fire when I was four, my Dad died only a few months ago, now it's just me and my brother, he's at the quad, he is just in a different sector."
"M' sorry to hear about your parents." He shook his head, eyes not leaving the road. "My Dad wasn't the best guy to be around, has a problem with alcohol so it's not like I miss him that much, what about you?"
"My brothers died because they went out the day that the virus had hit, they were looking for survivors, the worst part I think was when they came back as one of them and I had no choice but to kill them again." He let out a small sigh, to be honest this was the first time he had told anyone about it.
They arrived in Houston around three in the afternoon, the entire squad climbing out of the vehicles, weapons in hand. The town was dark, the outbreak obviously noticeable as there was no one in the town. "We'll try the courthouse first."
He nodded, following behind. It was mainly empty, which was odd, places like these normally would be infested with the creatures"
"Chief? Zombies are outside, at least a dozen of them." They quickly made their way out of the courthouse, the sounds of guns firing filling the small are.
He hadn't realized what danger he was in until a bullet had flew in his arm, only stumbling backwards the rest of the crew ran to him in concern when the zombies were dead. "Let me see."
He removed his hand from his arm, the wound bleeding through his sleeve. He had always hated blood, which made him twitch when he looked at it. She quickly put gauze over it, wrapping it up to stop the bleeding. "You'll be perfectly alright, it's not that bad."
They went to the hospital next, typically the hospital was the last place you want to go during the zombie apocalypse, the patients never leave so when the virus hits it becomes a zombie nest.
We walked down the hallway of the building, zombies lying on the floor everywhere, some beheaded, that means what we hope it doesn't, somewhere was here before. They continued to walk down the hallway before walking into a room, there was a man standing there, making the rest of the squad raise they weapons.
Castiel's eyes widened in shock, his shotgun falling to the ground in shock. He had remembered, his other brother hadn't come back, he never had to kill him so there was a chance that he would still be alive.
"G-Gabriel?"
