I AM EXTREMELY UNHAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT AND I AM SO SORRY FOR ANTICLIMATIC THIS IS
But yeah, we've hit the end of Survival. It was a fun ride (well, for a few maybe) and I'm glad I finally got this finished. I'll probably do a sequel, but that's still up for debate given how much time I'm losing with school and work combined. I might. You'll find out through an update to this, which will have a preview for the sequel.
For now, though, hope you enjoy the epilogue.
It wasn't the ideal situation, but it was keeping him safe nonetheless. He could agree that dumping his louder firearms was a good idea, as well as wrapping that duct tape around his arms to keep from being bitten.
Still. He felt uneasy.
The larger crowds had thinned out, a major horde lost in the streets and easily picked off by a sniper across the street. He hadn't bothered to see who the sniper was, but promptly informed the mysterious saviour that he was grateful. Now he was stuck on his own rooftop, breathing in and out as calmly as possible – to steel himself for when he finally escaped.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't notice them – the two running to the building across the street and taking refuge in the upper levels. He wondered if Sniper had noticed them as well. He wondered if the duo even survived.
He wondered if they were who he thought they were.
Knowing his luck, they probably were.
Sniper shone their flashlight at him again, their own personal code for "are you okay". Alec pulled his own flashlight from his backpack, shone it back twice – yes.
The curtains to one of the windows opened – maybe the duo had survived those nights ago? He shook his head; people were stupid, and clearly them rushing into a building full of the undead was the epitome of idiotic.
A face peeked out between the curtains, the window opening. Sniper flashed to Alec again – alive.
Well. That was a change.
Alec shone his light toward the window, hoping to see the face, or any distinguishing features. There had to be someone from the group left – Wendy and Roberto were definitely gone, but everyone else was still there when he left. There were no other bodies. No zombies resembling the group had been found.
He saw a flash of orange before the person retreated into the apartment again, shutting the window halfway and leaving the curtains open. It wasn't enough to go by, he thought, but it was enough to hope on. Maybe the group was doing just fine without him. He certainly didn't do as stellar a job as he thought he would, and he'd be ashamed to admit that some part of him hoped the same of the gang.
Maybe Jun was the trigger he needed to realise the group meant more to him than he thought. Then again, lack of human contact has been taking its toll on him these past few days. He could just be delusional.
He shone the light to Sniper once more – possible friend – and put away his flashlight for the night, watching past the buildings as the sun's rays began to break into the sky.
Another day in, another day gone. Still a smidgeon of hope that the orange belonged to the group mother.