This infection makes no sense//closed zombie au w//@marco-on-wheels
@marco-on-wheels like we plotted.
Eren had been surviving for awhile now. Him with his dog at his side, almost unstoppable. He made it through a lot, even losing his mother, he killed her before she turned. Then he got out of that government camp when it was over run, but that was awhile ago.
The brunet had not seen any of his friends in the almost three years since the inection broke out. Nothing was as it should be. Things had fallen apart, and the boy was just trying to survive.
He petted Titan as they entered a store, long since abandoned and probably ransacked, but they had to try, it was time to find supplies.
“It’s okay boy.” He mumbled.
Without hesitation, the two began their search. Not much was left, but Eren found some canned foods, and checking the pet care isle, score, dog food. He got some smaller bags in his pack and placed the rest in a rusty shopping car, he grabbed some more supplies as well.
Then he froze. The sound of wheels behind him cut through what had been an eerie silence. He turned and pulled out his small hand gun. His eyes widened when he saw what looked like a familiar freckled face.
But two things caught his attention.
“Been awhile hasn’t it Marco and Marty? First of all, Marty what the hell happened to your eye? What’s with the white eye patch? And Marco, how are you fairing?” He looked to his wheel chair confined friend.
His hand never left Titan’s collar.
“Also, please tell me we can be friends still and you aren’t going to try and steal my supplies.”
