Thirty two days later...

A month has passed... the world has gone to shit. People have turned against one another- mutating.... The infected are killing and eating the innocent. People are dying, people are becoming prisoners to their own mutated bodies, and the government continues to be useless...

And I made my way to the rooftop of a hotel, hoping to get evacuated... but, that didn't pan out. Instead, I ended up on a roof with four people... and- wait a minute... is... is that...

"N-Nick..?" I muttered, recognizing that white suit he always wore, and the style he always kept his hair in. It was unmistakable.

The man in the suit slowly turned, and when he saw me, his eyes widened. He looked like he was both surprised and a little irritated. "...Y/n?" He mumbled, making eye contact with me, while the others looked at us.

"That damn chopper left without us!" A round, tubby man shouted, annoyed as all hell over the missed helicopter. "I think there might be an evacuation center at the mall!" A short, southern man, in coveralls and a pale yellow shirt, wearing a cap, mentioned, pointing in a direction that may be where the mall is at.

"Okay, well helicopters don't come back when you yell at them. Noted." Nick spoke, in his typical smartass voice... Nick was always such a fucking smartass.

"Wait, they don't? I thought yelling at aircraft makes them land for you." I couldn't help but mock my rival's obnoxious voice. My rival stared at me, before he rolled his eyes and huffed, growing more agitated. Nick glared holes into my (e/c) eyes, with his sharp, piercing silvers. But did I care much?

Hmm... no.

I couldn't care all that much about how much or how little, I was pissing him off.

"Oh, they do. But I guess they saw you, and they knew you'd drain their resources, you—" Nick was cut off by the round man, who firmly grabbed his shoulder, giving him a stern look, resemblant of a disappointed father.

Nick craned his head to the left, and side eyed the man, before the plump guy spoke. "That's enough." This man's voice was firm, as was the look on his face. He looked like he wasn't going to tolerate Nick's assholery, and douchebagishness. Heh... Serves that pompous suit-wearer right. Finally getting put in his place.

I watched as Nicolas batted the chubby man's hand away, and giving him a pissed off, sour look.

"Cmon y'all, we gotta get off this roof. Grab a weapon." The fat dude says, as he reaches for a pistol, only for it to be snatched up by Nick. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at this sight... typical Nick.

The man stares into Nick's soul, but he grips a cold, beaten up, red crowbar. A short woman grabs a bent, dented, scraped up crowbar, and the southern mechanic dude grabbed an ax.

I, being the total badass I was, grabbed the toughest, most powerful weapon I had: my belt. It may not be lethal, and my pants may be sagging now, but goddamnit, it's all that was available.

"We ready?" The fat man asked, to which we all nodded, muttering words of confirmation. With that said, we began to go downstairs. The sound of our heavy footfall on concrete steps, could be heard echoing on the walls of the stairwell.

The southern boy, adjusted the bill of his hat, and his baby blue eyes briskly made contact with my own gaze, to which I averted... I couldn't help but blush mildly with embarrassment, cheeks flushing pink, and the sensation of heat flaring across my face was mildly unpleasant... but... god, he is cute... wait, what? Blech... why did I think that?

He showed his teeth in a small smile, quietly muttering a "howdy" at me. Being the being of confidence I am, I awkwardly waved, and I could already tell I was red as Satan's asshole... wait, would Satan's asshole be red or brown..? Focus, Y/N! No need to get hung up, thinking about—

Suddenly, I was snapped out of my thoughts, by the sickening smell of burning flesh, and I came back to reality. The southern boy had shoved an infected into a pile of burning debris, and the group was now beginning to leave. Shit!

I closely followed them, with my belt in hand, and a feigned aggression. I made myself scowl, and I acted as if I'd rip the head off of the next infected I saw... when in reality, I was scared shitless. I knew I was basically defenseless. A belt may be painful, but I doubt it'd stop an infected...

I was lagging behind. Badly. I tried keeping up, but my stupid legs just seem to refuse. With every step and stride I made, the group was already 3 steps ahead... both literally and figuratively.

Just when I thought we were fine and dandy...

Grrrrrh....

I froze, as did the group, and we began looking around. That gurgling growl, was not a pleasant noise...

"Man, I hope we don't meet whoever's making that noise..." The southerner muttered... we couldn't hear much over the shrieking alarms, raging flames, and creaking of melting rebar, and we knew we were in a BAD situation...

"Come on, let's move!" Nick snapped at us, before taking the lead. I rolled my eyes. Like hell, he knew where he was going... but we followed him, until the plump man took the lead once more.

The sound of crowbars smashing and breaking bones, an axe slashing through flesh and bone, a pistol being fired, and the buckle of my belt, colliding with the skulls of the infected, were mildly audible over the blaze and the damage it was doing to the building, but the sounds were still deeply disturbing, regardless.

Infected squealed, gore was strewn and flung everywhere, and the stench of smoke, burning flesh, and blood was incredibly potent, causing my stomach to knot up. I felt undeniably queasy, and any more nastiness, would probably make me vomit...

We entered a closet, creeping through, before the short woman smashed a window and lead us onto an edge.

We were so high up, still... and the smallest breeze could knock us down... the littlest mistake would be a certain death... oh god...

I looked down... I shouldn't have, yet... I did. Of course I did... I felt my heart begin racing, slamming around in my ribcage, like a baby in a washing machine. My mind began picturing all kinds of scenarios...

What if an infected knocks me off?

What if I slip?

What if—

I then noticed I was lagging behind, again... I was very vulnerable...

And that's when I heard a sound that no survivor would ever want to hear...

...grrrrrrnhh....

I would be lying if I said I didn't almost just shit bricks into my pants...

I slowly turned around, knowing that the next thing I would see would certainly not be friendly....

(A/N: Lmao, cliffhanger. Anyway, uhh hiiii! Happy spring (or late winter, or fall, depending on where you are, xD) and I hope it's been going well!!! I decided to give you all a fresh chapter 💛 another day, another slay 😻💅)