Prologue:
The cold air is hard to breathe. The snow is hard to walk on. And he barely had a decent night of sleep. He was tired and hungry,trying to sleep. Curled up in a fetal position he was.
"Fox Boy!" He heard someone yell his name.
He opened his eyes to see the face of the person calling out for him. A tall and strong man, with a bald head and a thick beard. "Yes, sir?" He stood up from the ground to greet him. Fox Boy doesn't really know his name.
The two are on an abandoned house that they found for shelter. It was warm enough.
"I received the call, the invasion will occur in a few days." He informed him. The man then walked to sit down on a couch
"What are your orders?" Fox Boy asked.
"You will go out and check for a new outpost. Somewhere that can accommodate the rest of us until the invasion." He gave him the orders. "I'll stay here and wait for the rest." He then checked his leg, which was injured.
"Yes, sir." Fox Boy replied.
"Good, now go." He told him. "Take this radio." He handed him a radio. "The rest of your masked friends will be here later."
The reason why he was called Fox Boy, was because of a fox mask that he wore. He never wanted this name or the mask. But he was so used to it, that he couldn't stop wearing it.
Fox Boy nodded at his order and made his way to the exit. The moment he stepped outside, he wanted to go back inside. The cold was worse than it was yesterday. He started walking in the direction of his objective. Trying to enjoy the piece and quiet while hearing the sound of the cold wind. Because tomorrow, tomorrow there will be very loud noises.
He wasn't aware of the plan. A week ago, this group of bandits told them about this town. Before they knew it, they were planning to take the place over. Like they did all the others. Some were bigger and more equipped, but they fell all the same. The bandits think that they're working together, truth is. They're all probably dead by now. The man back there will die when the others arrived.
As he kept on walking, he checked his equipment. He only had two weapons on him. A handgun and a sword. The handgun was a Walther P38, with only a few extra bullets inside of his coat's pocket. The sword was a broadsword that was strapped on his belt. Limited equipment, for a disposable object.
Fox Boy kept on walking, wondering why no Infected attacked him already. Especially since he was out in the opening.
He could tell that they the walk was going to be long. So he distract himself.
When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid
Upon the spirit aching for the light,
And all the wide horizon's line is hid
By a black day sadder than any night;
When the changed earth is but a dungeon dank
Where batlike Hope goes blindly fluttering
And, striking wall and roof and mouldered plank,
Bruises his tender head and timid wing;
When like grim prison-bars stretch down the thin,
Straight, rigid pillars of the endless rain,
And the dumb throngs of infamous spiders spin
Their meshes in the caverns of the brain;—
Suddenly, bells leap forth into the air,
Hurling a hideous uproar to the sky
As 'twere a band of homeless spirits who fare
Through the strange heavens, wailing stubbornly.
And hearses, without drum or instrument,
File slowly through my soul; crushed, sorrowful,
Weeps Hope, and Grief, fierce and omnipotent,
Plants his black banner on my drooping skull.
He recited the poem on his head. But he can't remember where he heard it. Word by word, he remembers all of it for some reason. Maybe it was something important or he was just remembering somw useless information.
Luckily, he didn't have to think about it anymore. He sees a building from afar. It looked intact, or at least as intact as it could be. Fox boy approached the place which was on the other side if a fence. There were a few cars in front of it and a street that probably lead somewhere.
He jumped the fence with ease, but proved to be a mistake. There were three infected on the other side, eating a deer. Two males and one female. Before they could notice him, he drew his sword and prepared himself.
One of the male infected then noticed him. "Ahhh." It grunted and charged at Fox Boy. Who chopped his head off with a single swing of his sword.
The noise was enough to alert the other two. Who quickly charged at him like the other one. Fox Boy then delivered a front kick on the female that pushed it into the ground. Then he swing the sword at the male infected's head, which sliced part of it. After that, he walked towards the female infected and pierced her head with the tip of his sword.
He looked around for a bit to check if there was more of them around. None on sight but he needed to be sure. He turned and looked at the building, it looked like some type of library.
Making his way inside, he decided to check. There could be more of them lurking around. Fox Boy thought. "Come out to die!" He yelled in a considerable volume. But no response. I guess it's empty.
He decided to pick his radio to inform the man. "Mission Accomplished." He spoke at the radio. Waiting for a answer, Fox Boy asks himself. Did he passed out because of the injury? I ain't coming back for him if he did. He thought bitterly.
"Hello." Someone answered back but it wasn't the same man.
Fox Boy didn't say anything. Did someone else picked this frequency.
"Joel, there was someone else with him." He heard a second voice coming from the radio.
Dammit. Fox Boy quickly turned the radio off. They probably got him, there's no way this is a coincidence.
"What happened here?" He heard someone speak.
Dammit, scouts. Fox Boy decided to find a place, he got down and hid behind a shelve. He observed for a bit before he saw two girls entering the library with their guns ready.
One of the girls had black hair tied back in a ponytail. The other one has Auburn hair.
If they find me, I'll have to kill them. But a shootout will be a bad idea. It's better to try to remain hidden. He told himself as the girls searched.