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Draco panted and cursed underneath his breath.
I really need to do more cardio.
Draco was so tired. So tired that he had to lay down on the cold floor.
They were so damn fast.
He thought back on twenty-five minutes ago. He had woken up early and just wanted some rest. The raid he managed on that small store seemed to be the highlight of his week.
A water bottle came into mind and his mouth never seemed so dry. He thought that he could allow himself some water. Draco did a mistake by not checking the perimeter before lowering his guard. The moment he unzipped his backpack, the crowbar he managed to stick into it fell out. He felt his heart stop. On his feet, with the backpack zipped back up and crowbar in hand, he didn't wait for something to happen and ran to the exit.
The sunlight blinded him momentarily but the blond didn't need sight to know there was something following. Not looking back, he ran. As Draco ran next to a window, he looked at the reflection. Three Undead were chasing him. And they were damn close to get him.
They're fast, shit!
In the beginning, when the disaster had just spread out, it was hard for Draco to lose the Undead. After all, he only relied on magic to solve problems. But when he proved for himself that magic was useless, he relied on his other tactic to solve problems — running. And he's been doing that ever since.
Back to the matter at hand, Draco thought his luck was about to end. He has survived this long but they had to catch up eventually. When Draco found out, he was convinced that the Undead were going to be the end of him. As it clearly was his fault there was a breach of this sort.
A lucky corner, if one may, is what saved the wizard. Not even praying, could Draco have gotten this lucky. A trap followed, smashing the three Undead in half. If it weren't for those damn reflexes he had developed through childhood, he'd be dead.
Draco laughed at the irony. His mind mildly borderline mental. What made him suffer, had made him capable of survival. He cringed at his idiocy back then when he said he'd never grow strong.
Since the beginning, he was alone. This state of loner wolf, gave him plenty of time to think; to think and reconsider everything he has done. He came to believe that he even enjoyed the lack of company. Draco never really considered before that he could be a better person whe he was alone. Maybe his problem was that he was always surrounded by someone. It didn't matter if his company had good or bad intentions. Sometimes he longed for time for himself. But he never came around to it.
It seems to him that teenagers are indeed very stupid.
And the floor was still cold.