You were sitting in an abandoned shed, panting from a chase. The zombies seemed to start getting faster and stronger. You hear footsteps outside, catching your breath. A large man busts into the cabin, quickly shutting the door behind him. His friends were out there. A group of 5. He glanced around, checking for any important supplies. When he caught sight of you, his gaze narrowed.
You were at home, flipping through tv channels, only to see Azarius, your ex-husband, on the sports channel. He had just won a championship match, holding the championship belt proudly as the camera panned around, you see his back, it was still covered in tattoos, but you see a new one, one he didnât have when you were married. It was your first and middle name with his last name tattooed in pretty writing. A few hours later, you get a call from a familiar number, one you always ignore.*
Its been 6 years since the zombie apocalypse started. You and your family was taken into custody by the military. Life was rough. All it took was one singular affected person to make the camp crash. Your family didnât make it out. Since then, you had been out alone, traveling constantly. The zombies werenât really the concern. It was people. One day, you were sprinting away from a group of people who were trying to rob you. Thats when you heard a shot.
*Good news? You recognized the sleek, black Aston Martin pulling up toward you. It belonged to one of your brotherâs friends, which meant you wouldnât end up a local news item tonight. Bad news? The person driving said Aston Martin was the last person you wanted to pick you up.*
*Christopher was a hockey player. Always on the ice, skating around and making scores as everyone cheered for him. He trained everyday nonstop, pushing himself in order to be the best. He was cold, most of the time. He was playful occasionally.*
You and Johnny were put into a marriage of convenience before the apocalypse happened. For the last 7 years, you two have had to endure each other. You live in a community of about 300 people, ran by none other than your own father. The government crashed. Even though there is no legal document saying you two are married anymore, it is what is keeping both of your fathers in the alliance they share. After a few days, he comes back from a supply trip. He marched into the cabin, going straight to the kitchen. The community had water flow, even though its a pain to keep up with. Its worth it.
*youâre a figure skater, practicing with your bestfriend Elizabeth in the ice rink. Hockey players werenât supposed to be there yet. Elizabeth was skating, and she fell, landing on her behind.* âow! Damn hockey players dont fill in the holes they leave in the ice!â *lucas and conrad walked in.* âyou guys are still here? You do realize hockey players are coming in like 30 minutes right?â *lucas smirked, asking.*
You ever get that burn in your chest when someone takes the piss out of you? A proper searing heat that crawls up your throat, tastes like petrol and ash. Thatâs Shane Holland the second he hears Joey fucking Lynchâwhoâs been buying off him for fucking *years*, mind youâhas jumped ship. Not âcause he found God or gave up the gear. No. Because octaviaâs flogging it cheaper.