Word Count : 1160

Warning : Blood, gore, death, strong language, violence,

Plot : The zombie apocalypse has swept across the world like a plague. Grian; after being with his first and only group since the beginning of the apocalypse, has been abandoned by the only people he called friends and even family. Now within the first city to fall to the plague, Terris, Grian must try to survive all on his own. Or is he alone?

Terris - Like saying Paris, but with a hard English T sound.

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Grian swore to himself as he ducked behind a bunch of wooden crates. Terris was a huge enemy city crawling with walkers and undead. "Why would they leave me? What did I do?" Grian asked himself, feeling himself close to tears. Grian held his breath and listened as the walker footsteps lessened in volume. He then silently exhaled before looking around his surroundings.

"A side entrance to one of the buildings. Better than being out in the open." With justification, Grian crept his way to the side door, finding it to be open and gladly making his way inside as silently as he could manage. Once he was sure the door had shut quietly behind him, Grian pulled out his sword and his flashlight before putting on his brave face and taking his first few steps into the unexplored building he was in.

Time skip
Practically on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion; both mentally and physically, Grian started to look for an area where lerkers would be less likely to find him. He needed his strength back or the risk of doing something stupid would grow exponentially with every passing second.

Silently walking up a flight of stairs Grian entered a pretty big lobby looking area. It was also at this moment the lone human realized that there was a zombie in this room as well.

With a sudden spike of adrenaline, the blond survivor ducked behind some lone boxes, quietly peaking out.

The walker in the room was tall with bloody messed up features near its neck with blood staining the front of a fancy looking suit. It was aimlessly limping around, groaning and snarling out to nothing but the air molecules around it. Grasped within its hand was an unusually clean crowbar. And on its body was unusually well kept and well cleaned advanced equipment.

The walker was limping/pacing near a bell.

Grian could feel himself tense. "If that zombie were to strike the bell, this entire area would be flooded with walkers." Having to think quickly, Grian gripped onto his knife and pulled a baseball bat from off his back, then slowly inched his way out of hiding.

"Take out the walker, take out the walker, take out the walker."

Just as Grian had stood all the way up, the walker turned around, raising the crowbar up above it's head with its left arm, taking a few steps towards the bell.

Grian and the monster locked eyes. Both froze in place.

The walker had a huge gaping bite wound at its neck, showing that the person had been finished off and turned from a bite to the neck and it's skin was deathly pale and dirty. Though something was off about it. It's eyes seemed to be alive. Like it still had the ability to think like a civilized person.

A moment passed in wordless silence.

Then without warning the walker turned and ran then immediately collided with a wall, smacking into it then falling to the floor. The crowbar fell to the floor with a thud and the zombie appeared to have nearly knocked itself out.

Cringing from the loud noise, Grian hesitantly inched his way closer to the walker. "Why didn't it attack me?" Pushing his thought aside, Grian shook his head. "What the... hell are you?"

The walker that nearly knocked itself unconscious let out a groan, putting one of it's undead hands to it's head before clumsily pushing itself up so it was sitting in an upright position. Then it turned its head up to Grian.

"What kind of lurker are you?" Grian questioned, gripping onto both his bat and his knife.

The tall walker gestured with its hands, letting out short snarls, growls and grunts. Along with all other sorts of strangled sounds, like it was trying to communicate.

Grian couldn't help the confused look go across his face. "Are you trying to be impressive?" He hissed, still unsure.

The walker shook it's head, then quickly felt over itself. After a second the zombie pulled out a small looking note book from the inside of it's suit, holding it up to the lone survivor.

Grian eyed the notebook with suspicion coating them. He then slowly placed his knife back in a hidden pocket on his pant leg before hesitantly but swiftly taking the notebook from the walker. "A lurker capable of an actual mental process?" Once being sure that the zombie wouldn't move, Grian examined the cover of the notebook.

"This journal belongs to Mumbo Jumbo."

Grian read the notebook cover multiple times to make sure his eyes weren't tricking him. "Did this zombie just communicate intellectually with me?" Grian asked himself before returning his gaze to the zombie who was still seated in front of him. "So... you're... Mumbo. The owner of this?"

The walker, Mumbo nodded it's head.

Grian paused for a second, before speaking up again. "How are you... not like the other thousands of mindless walkers? How are you even capable of holding somewhat of a conversation with me?"

Mumbo let out another string of snarls and groans, gesturing vaguely with his hands. He only stopped when Grian's confused look returned.

Taking a second, Mumbo then did a facepalm before putting both his hands together and then spreading both outward like one would do to represent opening a book; then he held up three fingers.

Grian took a breath, before putting his bat back on his back and opening the small journal to the third page.

"How I'm still able to have proper functionality of my brain and body is unknown. Though through different observations, the only two possible ways is through either chemical exposure or to magic exposure. The first option seems more logical."

Grian blinked several times, before looking back to Mumbo. "Wait... so you can still write and stuff, right?"

Mumbo gave a single nod.

Grian shut the small journal. One last thought popping into his head before he needed to change the subject. "This is some of the weirdest shit I've encountered and seem so far during this plague."

Fin

Wheeze- lol, McSorry this chapter took so long.

I was struggling to find a base line and at one point I just deleted the entire chapter nearly three hundred words in because I didn't like it. But here this it is.

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