*Readers pov*
Years.
Decades.
Who's counting?
The apocalypse dosen't need counting.
Runners, Clickers, Bloaters or Humans.
Living or Dead.
Crawling, Walking, Running.
Dying.
Nothing gives up. Only when sliced open.
???: Let's have some fun with you.
You: W-When I get out...I'll kill you all!!
Breathing heavily. Bleeding.
Bleeding from the mouth, nose and open wounds.
Wounds made by bastards.
???: Sure, kid. Now, lets get knifing.
Shouting, no reason.
Screaming? No-one would hear.
Screams that are heard, ignored or calling over any infected.
Knives pressed against my skin. Cutting deep. Only for fun. One sided fun to the one sided blade.
Tears. All cried up.
Emotions. All fucked up.
No more tears. No more emotion.
???: WAKE UP!!
???: WAKE UP!!!
???: WAKE UP!!!!
???: WAKE UP!!!!
???: WAKE UP!!!!
I am being jolted awake.
The person pulls off as I feel the sweat on my face. The cold wall I rested on.
My black and menacing clothing (your choice). My scary mask across half my face (your choice just make it scary)
Marlene: Joker!
You: What?
I say being tired, exhausted and emotionless.
I stand up straight.
I feel the bags under my eyes from Insomnia.
What a nightmare I had...
Marlene: In my office.
You: Whatever.
I feel all my knives in my holsters making sure they are still there.
Being in the "Safe Zone" always meant something diffrent to me. Nothing is safe, no-one is safe.
We both enter her office.
Marlene: Fell asleep outside?
You: What is it again... A mission?
Marlene: Yes. But first, let me talk.
I groan.
Marlene: You.
You: Point?
Marlene: You are the best soilder I know of. I ask of you not to kill any fireflies, we had rumors and witnesses apparently. If we find out, never get close to us as they will kill you and so will I.
You: Witnesses?
I grunt, looking away disrespectfully.
Marlene: "Cutter", "Boogeyman", "Killer", "Jinx", the names people give you just goes on. But they mostly call you "Cutter" or "Firefly Hunter".
You: What's your point?
I say bored, I show no fear of her as I know her very well.
Marlene: Don't do anything to my group.
I sigh.
I put my hands on her table as I look at her dead in the eyes.
You: I know you for 4 years, Marley. I fear nothing. Especially your little pussy men.
Marlene sighs.
Marlene: Cutter. I don't know your real name, I never will and don't want to know. But you make a hell of a solider that I don't want to lose.
You: Dual Desert Eagles with a Karambit for this job.
Marlene: What?!
You: Ok, goodbye then.
I turn around.
Marlene: No! Wait!
I stop.
Marlene: Fine...
She sighs.
I turn around.
You: Situation?
Marlene: 2 of my friends are exporting a package. Join them as they are going to be at the city-way in a hour.
You: Whats the package?
Marlene: Something...you should export easily.
You: A M62? Nice.
Marlene: Mhm. Yep. Totally. It's around your age too. 14, right?
You: Package is 14 years old? Whatever. I'm off to city-way.
Marlene: You never fucked up a job. I love you as much as I hate you.
You: Pfft, see you never.
Marlene: See you never.
I leave the room.
There's only one thing in my mind.
"There's witnesses"
Thats the thing, I don't leave witnesses.