Apocalypse Gold

Page One

 It had been at least 3 weeks since the end of the world. Rosario stood at his doorway. The rotten stench of dead bodies decaying filled the air. Rosario shifted the bag on his shoulders and took a deep breath, stepping forward. Holding an axe in his hand, he walked down the streets, his heart pounding heavily. He looked down one of the roads, relieved that their was no one littering the street. He heard a gurgling sound slowly getting louder as he got closer to his destination.

Rosario looked down with pity at the corpse, the poor thing was crushed under a car, desperately clawing at the ground. He looked down at his axe and shrugged and swung down onto the zombies head. Wiping the blood and chunks of flesh on his jeans, he continued down the street. He passed through another block without any problems, stepping onto the porch of a friends house.

With shaking hands he pushed open a barricaded door, and stepped inside. The foul odors of dead bodies grew stronger. He bit his bottom lip in fear, quietly searching for his friend. He was about to enter a closed room when he heard deafening gunshot from down the hall, his heart racing he ran into the room it came from. His friend, Alexandre, was pointing his own gun at a newly dead zombie, but his head was pointed towards Rosario in surprise.

"You're alive?" He whispered to himself. Alexandre rubbed his eyes and stepped forward "I thought you were dead!"

"I could say the same to you." Rosario grumbled, Alexandre sure had high hopes for his survival.

"You can't blame me, you weren't exactly around until now." Alexandre remarked, pushing past Rosario back into the hallway. "I don't even know how that got in here but, y'know," he paused for a second, glancing out the window "Guess that's how it works now."

Rosario huffed, following Alexandre into the livingroom.

"How have you been surviving all this time?" Alexandre continued, pushing his boxes back in front of the frontdoor.

"How have I been surviving?" Rosario echoed, raising an eyebrow at the shorter man. "How else, I stayed in my house." He tapped a finger on the door. "These do have locks you know."

"It's an extra precaution Rosi." Alexandre teased, poking a head through the curtains. "And, off topic, but.." Alexandre closed the curtain and turned back to Rosario. "Have you heard anything from Silvestre? Or Agamali?" Rosario shook his head.

"No, I got a call from Miguel though." Rosario remembered "He was trying to anyway."

"Trying to?"

"It was all messed up! The call kept glitching, I have no clue what he was trying to say." Rosario scratched the back of his head. Alexandre rushed back through the hallway into the garage, loading his guns into the backseat of his car.

"What are you doing?" Rosario walked inside the garage, watching in fear as Alexandre opened the door. The loud noise echoed throughout the garage.

"We're going to find our friends, Rosario." Alexandre stated. "We're going to need as much help as we can get." Rosario opened the passenger seat and sat down next to Alexandre. He tossed his axe in the back with the guns and turned to his friend.

"Let's go."

Rosario was a little unsure whether or not this decision was necessarily good. He looked at the shorter man.

"Shouldn't we go stock up on food?" He questioned "Or water?" Alexandre's grip on the wheel tightened as he pushed down on the gas pedal. "We won't get to Buenos Aires in a day, we're going to need food." Rosario warned. Alexandre huffed, watching the road for any obstacles.