Do you remember? (Tord x Zombie! Tom) {TordTom Apocalypse AU} [Haitus]

Prolouge

Warningggggs: Gore (obviously)

3rd Person POV:

     Tom, Edd, Matt, and Tord hustled our of the van, grabbing the guns hanging in the back. They rushed in front of the crowd trying to get away from the horde, and just shot, throwing each other rounds as they did so.

     Now, it may sound hard, impossible even, for just four people to manage against all these zombies. But with their crazy adventures, and the many times they've died, they just brush it off as something they can come back from, and that gives them strength. Well, they should know..

     They're wrong.

     Tom shot with his machine gun, not noticing the zombies sneaking up behind him.

Tom's POV:

     I felt the gun vibrate in my hand as the bullets fired, sending chills down my spine. I never really liked weapons, especially guns, because of the incident with my dad. Of course, I had forgiven Matt for giving the bear a gun, but I wouldn't forgive the bear. He should've been more responsible with that gun.

     Suddenly, I found myself surrounded. The zombie's chilling groans filled my ears as they grasped for me. I mindlessly shit them in the head, severing their brains and making them fall to the floor. More zombies took their place. Stupid thoughts. Getting me into situations like these.

     I aimed my gun at another zombie and pulled the trigger. 

     Click.

     My eyes widen as I pull at my ammo belt. Nothing. I'm out of bullets. I desperately called for Edd, Matt, anyone, to help me as I hit them with the butt of the gun. They shuffled closer, closing in on me. I gulped.

     I gasp and cry out in pain as I feel sharp canines bite into my neck, pulling at the flesh. I shook and twisted, trying to get the zombie off of my neck. A loud squiiiish sounded as a chunk of meat was torn from my neck. I screamed.

     I fell to the ground, holding the hole in my neck as blood leaked out. I could feel the virus seeping into the blood and now going through my veins. Then, I felt hands wrap around my left arm, pulling and tugging with inhuman strength.

     Stop! Stop please! I tried to call out, but my voice was replaced my screams of agony. Not like my cries would affect them anyways.

     Skin suddenly ripped and there was a dull pop as my arm was ripped from the socket. My throat went raw as I shouted, kicked, and trembled. The zombies looked to the zombie with my arm, then lunged toward it, growling and fighting for the meat. As they were fighting, I managed to get my bearings as the shock slowly disappeared, causing the burning of the virus and the pain in my socket to set in. I bit my tongue, I don't need attention drawn to me by screaming out more.

     I used my leftover arm and my— now bitten and ripped up— legs to weakly crawl away. Blood pooled in my wake. I crawled somewhere, probably some sort of wall, and collapsed. The adrenaline and the shock were now gone, making me want to scream. The virus is probably getting to my brain by now. I sighed as everything slowly started to get dark. As the darkness consumed me and I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but wonder:

     Where were Edd, Matt, and Tord..? Did they abandon me to the zombies?