"Some try to hide, some try to cheat but time will show we always will meet. Try as you might to guess my name, I promise you'll know when I claim you. Who am I?"
"Death."
*Six years earlier; four years into the apocalypse*
Damn it all to hell! Why couldn't we help him?!
Because we are young and stupid. We never learnt that stuff! We only learnt how to fight and build things.
A young male with platinum blonde hair and ice blue eyes walked through a snow covered forest.
He watched everything closely, but made it seem as if he was staring forward.
Mother and Father would kill us...
They would punish us...not kill us.
"Silence," the boy growled.
A gunshot sounded in the distance. The boy snuck over to the source of the sound. He climbed up a tree beside him and watched what happened. A male, around sixteen years old, limped away from five walkers. He would turn and shoot at them every now and then, but his aim was off.
Can he really not shoot a handgun? Man he is stupid.
The blonde boy waited until the walkers were under him before he jumped down and attacked. He crushed one walker's head when he jumped down, he smashed another against a tree. Then he shot the other three.
A gun clicked behind him.
"Are you a walker?" the older male asked.
The younger boy turned around.
"If I was a walker, your throat would have been torn out already."
The older male lowered his gun.
"What's your name?"
"You first."
"Marco Bodt."
"Hunter Arlert."
Marco put the gun away and held out his hand. Hunter looked at it for a few seconds before reaching out his hand and shaking the others.
"Why were you being chased by walkers?" Hunter asked.
"I made too much noise in a building I was searching. They surrounded me but I got away," Marco answered, "Hey, uh, do you have a group?"
"My last group mate perished yesterday. He got sick," Hunter said, "Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering if you wanted to group with me. I have no one else, and I don't want solitude to kill me."
"Alright. But first you have to keep up with me," Hunter started to walk away.
"Keep up with you? You are walking." Marco walked up beside the child.
Hunter smirked and picked up the pace.
"Hey! I have a broken foot!" Marco said, limping faster.
"You're doing good. Just stay at that pace." Hunter joked.
"Hunter, if I fall, I'm blaming you!"
Hunter and Marco walked into the yard of a small cabin. They walked into the cabin and checked it for walkers.
"It's clear," Hunter said.
Why choose this place?
Because it's winter and night. If we were to keep traveling, all of us would have a higher chance of freezing.
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Barely Alive (#JustWriteIt #SuperCharged)
Science FictionTravis, Darcie, Dawson, Tori, Leo, Levi, Kaylie, Hunter, and Anthony have no business knowing each other, let alone being a team. But during a zombie apocalypse, when you get desperate, you're desperate. When you're out of options, you need to do wh...
