Chapter 2: Mickey and Ivan
Note: this chapter has being recently corrected.
...[Chapter begins]...
I couldn't run anymore I had to stop or I was going to faint again.
But if I did give up...what's gonna happen to me?
Am I guaranteed to survive? Why was that question in my head?
I don't even know what was chasing me right now?
I knew I had no choice but to stop, so I did.
I held on down tightly to the gun in my position, and prepared myself to aim.
It all came down natural for me, as if I did this thousands of times before, as if I shot people before.
Well, I'm not going to lie! it made me feel like a badass, I have a gun in my hands and I am not afraid to use it...Well sorta afraid.
And right there at that moment, I heard several gunshots, the sound came from where the light was at, and it hit something behind me.
Whatever was behind me just dropped to the ground dead, it all happened too fast I barely had a moment to grasp the situation.
"Oh WTH are ya doin' Here kiddo?" An old man with a gray cap on his head and a big beard, showed up out of nowhere holding a shotgun in his arms.
He was followed by another man, a much younger one who had a red cap on his head instead, and a large black hoodie over his body.
"Excuse my ass, 'kiddo' who? I'll let you know I am a full grown human being! look at me." I replied to the irritated old man.
"Well I don't give a shit about this snowflake." he fired back at me.
Snowflake? Talk about first impressions! this old hag was taking me for a fool!
I don't know why, but I got so much agitated by his demeanor.
"Well first of all, I'm a polite person! so thank you for saving me from whatever the hell that is, and that is why I will pretend you didn't just insult me old man.
And second of all, what in the name of the Duck is happening right now?" I asked.
The younger guy laughed as he spoke "Ha! you mean fuck? You seem pretty clueless aren't you? how is that possible? we just saved you from a zombie My friend."
A zombie, what kind of sick joke is that?
"Are you trying to tell me that I was being chased by a bunch of infected people who are hungry for brains?!" I said trying my best not to scream of horror, as all my common knowledge about zombies always says that sound attracts the dead more.
"Grateful for you keeping it together, and yeah zombies, but it's not exactly brains that they eat...they eat everything even your hair cutie." Said the younger man as he started walking slowly towards me, he pointed his flashlight higher to my face, possibly to get a better look at me.
I was temporary blinded by the light in my eyes, but I regained my vision quickly, and I was able to see the younger man's outer appearance more clearly.
While the old man dress and look like your average grumpy looking grandpa, with long gray hair and a mid Beard, the slightly tanned skin of a war veteran.
The younger man had short brown hair coming from under his red Cap, with a rosy like complexion and he was clean shave...
clean shaven in a zombie apocalypse.
idk why I found it funny that he's shaven.
Anyways, I wasn't sure of his eyes color, it was bit too dark to see, but it definitely something light.
"Holy Shit! captain is that you! oh my Fucking Lord I... shit! I was 100% sure you died out there?!" the Younger man shouted yet remembered he shouldn't with zombies still lurking around, so he held back his excitement.
He was staring at me like a person would, if they saw someone they've missed and haven't seen for so long, With big eyes.
"Hold down your horses cowboy, what captain? I thought you said that person died 2 years ago?" Said the older guy.
The younger guy nodded and continued to explain "I know right?! this is crazy! at that time I was a relatively new recruit and The captain saved my ass when I was attacked by a massive group of zombies.
It was heroic, the captain pushed me inside the town's Gate while captain stayed behind to lock it from the outside..." the younger guy explained.
"Wait! no offense but you guys are referring to me as the Captain?! Do I look like I can lead someone? I almost got turned into a happy meal for a goddamn Zombie?!" I stated quite loudly which startled them both, can you blame me? I'm confused af.
The old man got even more irritated, he whisper-screamed at me "Goddamn it you kid! be quiet! God only knows what else is around us!
I don't have enough ammo for another fight on me right now, we already emptied some on The Zombie surrounding the back side of the town's Wall!" the old geezer said.
Ugh! shut up geezer!
"How about you guys take me somewhere and we can have a good Chitchat with each others then? Somewhere Zombie-free? sound proof or something?" I suggested but it only made the old man laugh at me, I was done with him at this point.
"You're slashed kiddo?! look at your thighs! some Dead one did you dirty, and it ain't no way! captain or not that we'd take an infected one back into the town!
I don't care the slightest if you're the president of this country, you're staying out here!" The old man was kinda right, but still that was a bit rude to say.
Judging that this was a zombie apocalypse and people got to be careful,I suppose that even a scratch could get you infected.
So a bite is considered more than enough, I wonder why I couldn't remember anything till this moment.
"Quick question,How come you're unaware of the Apocalypse? Could it be a case of amnesia? I mean if you truly don't remember anything, like who you are or who I am or the fact that there's zombies, like a literal zombie apocalypse happening...it could be as well a case of amnesia. " Said the younger guy shaking me out of my string of thoughts.
"Not going to lie, I don't remember anything, shit am I really going to turn? I don't remember being bit.
shit, going down just like that! dammit I need answers!" I was being honest, i felt like literal shit, I just started.
"Normally you would have been turned by now, But for some reason you're not.
It could be tht you may have passed the time mark...well usually infected ones turn within 10 to 15 minutes at best, from the moment they got bitten or injured pretty badly, by a zombie.
like in your case, you should've been screeching by now but you're talking like Normal." said the younger man.
Are my injuries made by a zombie, Was I attack by one? could it be the dead guy I was sitting on?
I jumped at the opportunity to clear myself "Well I do have a watch on let me check the time, wait no! it's not working.
Hold on I don't think I'm infected! I can confirm to you! if you like, I'd swear to you on whatever you want me to swear on, that I've been scratched way before our encounter... possibly when I woke up in the the middle of the forest before sunset!" I said staring firmly into their eyes, I needed to appear confident.
Both men exchanged a knowing look with each other before they turned their attention back to me, "I'm Mickey...Mickey O'Brien and this old man beside me is My friend and team mate Ivan Sillo." the younger man introduced himself.
"Nice to Meetchya, Mickey And grandpa Ivan.
I wish I can tell you my name too but even that I can't remember, uhm..." I said clearing my throat, I felt a little nervous actually.
Social interactions!
...[end of chapter]...
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