↳ summary: you had never been too good at meeting new people. much less in the midst of a world ending apocalypse
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Wind blew across the top of the building, the jacket you were using as a makeshift blanket flapping in the wind.
Sun beams peaked through the mountain of clouds that had gathered overhead. It looked like rain.
Air filled your lungs as you jolted upright—gasping for air.
The sight of daylight you were met with almost made you regret opening your eyes in the first place, no matter how muted it was.
A cough worked its way out of your mouth. The feeling of sandpaper on sandpaper became apparent as you noted your dry mouth and tounge, which would have been worrisome if you didn't have bigger things to handle.
Your pulse was skyrocketing as you did their best to locate the source of the booming voice that so rudely had woken you up. But you barely had time to rub at your eyes—vision trying desperately to adjust—before a deep, guttural groan stood the hairs on the back of your neck upright.
You wasted no time whipping around. Hands wildly grabbed for the make-shift pillow/backpack behind you, fumbling with a jammed zipper for a moment before pulling out an innocent looking kitchen knife. Early morning sun glinted off the handle for a split second as you unsheathed it, blade as clean as a pair of freshly shined shoes.
Well, at least until it was plunged deep into the gut of a zombie.
Black blood sprayed all across your— thankfully clothed—torso and your unfortunately not so clothed face as the zombie crumbled to the floor limply, already devoid of whatever sort of life it used to have.
You made sure to scramble away from the lump of rotting flesh, wiping away the blood on your skin before it seeped into any open cuts or nicks you might have.
A pool of the very same inky tinted blood had already started to form. Bubbles popped and steam sizzled off the surface of the liquid. It mad you recall how terrified you had been when first seeing the seemingly dangerous properties of the substance—at least until you discovered it was only life threatening to certain plants.
Tearing your eyes away from the scene was an easy task. You had no intention of reliving the first time you had slayed a handful of undead after all.
One quick glance around the surroundings granted you some knowledge about their current situation. The stairs you had so carefly closed off last night had apparently been broken through by the zombie laying silently at their feet. Splinters of wood lay across the ground, holding the promise of more incoming zombies if you didnt get out of there. And fast, judging by the increasingly loud sounds of more undead from below.
The stairs were quickly weighed out as an option. While you were all about getting those sweet near death experiences in, it was too early in the morning to be chased down flights of stairs by a zombie hoard.
So the edge of the building would have to do.
Scooping up their one and only bag, you wasted no time in attaching your knife to your hip and scaling down the side of the building. The petrifying sound of moaning zombies was left behind as you lowered yourself down on some conveniently placed vines. Almost as if someone had planted them for this exact purpose.
If that was the truth, then they did a shitty job in securing these fuckers.
The thick vegetation gave way without warning, your footing quick to follow suit as they let out a yelp. Fear spiked through your heart. Thinking as quickly as you could, you jumped off of the brick surface—attempting to tuck and roll across the dead grass below. But mid-roll something went wrong. You felt your shoulder pop, and unbelievable pain rippling through your bones like molten lead.
A muffled scream bubbled in your throat. Painful red bite marks appeared on your hand from stuffing it in your mouth, stifling the painful howl you yearned to release.
Standing up and sprinting away from the building as fast as they could, you winced everytime your shoulder would thump uselessly against your side. The thing must be dislocated, and that knowlage sent you into a frensy. It did nothing to slow your pace however, all too aware of the hoard of infected behind you yearning for a taste of flesh. Your flesh. The shoulder could be dealt with later; when you weren't in any more life threatening situations.
"Fuck, shit pussy ass balls. Goddamnit it—" You openingly cursed as you sped down the cracked streets and weaved through abandoned cars. Now that practically every zombie in the area had been attracted by the sound of their own kind moaning and groaning while chasing you, you figured you were allowed the luxury of cursing loudly right before you died a painful death. Hence why they were trying to fit every lewd word known to man in one sentence.
Wait what the fuck was that.
Tan blocks that looked to be an off colored peach came into view. Torches dotted the outside, a few freshly lit while others shed cold ashes. It was a giant wall, with only a couple of fence posts in the middle acting as a disfunctional door.
The confusing structure was blocking a bridge that stretched over a body of water; right smack dab in the middle of where you were trying to run. And banking off of the ever louder growing sounds of snarling, there were some zombies taking swimming lessons down there. So the river wasn't an option.
You settled for running up to the wooden fence part and banging desperately on it with your only available arm.
"Please! Is anyone there? I need help! Please let me in, I promise I won't do anything just, please!" You yelled—no, screamed. Desperation dripped from your voice, eyes wide and pupils shaking with terror.
Only when a horribly loud growl rang out did yoy finally look back at the danger and away from salvation.
A zombies horrible face came into view, a meer couple of feet away from your own. One eye dangled out of its socket, the creatures lips having been what looks like ripped off so all that was left was a gruesome show of gums and bloody teeth.
You knew that horrible stench would be the last thing that you ever smelled. Poisoning your body untill you were one of them. Just a mindless monster waiting for their next meal; caring about nothing else in the world but to kill.
And then you were being pulled away from it by the skin of your forearm.
The sound of something being slammed closed reached your ears, partially muffling out enraged groans. Feet, legs, and arms all tangled together as you tripped into something else, going down hard on your side. Conveniently right on your dislocated shoulder.
Heart hammering in your rib cage, you bit your tounge and screwed their eyes shut in barely contained agony. If this was hell on earth, you couldn't wait to see what the afterlife eventually had in store for you.
"Hold on. This uh, this might hurt a bit."
You barely had time to register that someone was talking, much less touching your arm, before a snap jostled their entire body upwards.
This time a scream did rip through the confines of your chapped lips, prompting your eyes to snap open with pain.
You were met with the surprising sight of an almost charmingly awkward smile and vibrant green eyes.
"Oh sorry. Where are my post apocalyptic manners. Its not everyday I meet someone who doesnt follow a strickly flesh filled diet." The new person said with a cautious yet cheery grin, slowly standing up and backing away.
"My names Charlie. Nice to meet you."
