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The wind whistled and rattled, the atmosphere dry and silent. The occasional noise being the groan from God knows what. The undead roamed the places where people used to live happily, turning cities and such into waste lands, the land of the dead.
The apocalypse had only started a month ago, but the impact was very high with how much casualties were happening worldwide. The disease was so bad that it managed to get to every continent, and some handled it better than others.
Greenish-black sneakers scruffed the disheveled roads, stealthily keeping cover behind buildings and prohibiting noises as to not be found. Spencer Lawrence was initially from the UK, yet now he was a lone survivor of this bloody outbreak. He inhaled sharply as he peeked around a corner of a rigid building. No surprise, a few zombies were lurking around.
He was running low on supplies so that was just great. As Spencer was about to get moving, he heard a groan from behind him. Immediately turning around, the zombie was practically right in his face. In a swift motion he'd clock his pistol and fire a shot. But neither was that a good idea, it'd surely lure surrounding zombies to the noise. Because they were so new, the zombies were fast, making him extra precautious.
Shit, that was his last bullet too. For someone who had been working for a degree in statistical probability, having the smarts for math, that was definitely not a smart idea. He quickly dashed out of there, not wanting to be seen by hungry corpses. Spencer's heart pounded as he hastily made his getaway, weaving through alleyways to get as far as he could from his recent location.
unsteady pants left his mouth as he leaned against a wall. Hell, this whole ideal was all so new to him despite happening a month ago. He'd glance around warily, catching a gas station nearby. Spencer sighed in relief, slowly making his way across, looking around for extra measures.
Making his way inside the small store, he frowned when most of the shelves were already cleared. It's fine, all good, he'll just accept the remaining products. Spencer would slouch his bag off his shoulders, unzipping it to put whatever he could find inside. He'd steal a bit of pop, water, crips, hand sanitizer, batteries, and a flashlight. It wasn't all that much, but it'd do.
As Spencer put his bag back on, he heard a small noise, alarming him. He crouches back down and peeks behind a shelf to keep a lookout.
Come to find out, it's another zombie. They had no clue he was there, and seemingly were examining the front desk. His attire consisted of a golden-brown hat, a light yellow collared button down shirt, some cargo pants, socks, and large brown boots. Not to mention, this zombie was very muscular.
Spencer clammed his jaw shut, his hand going right back to his pocket, whipping his pistol back out. He tried to shoot from behind but the trigger didn't pull due to no available bullets. How could he have forgotten? He cursed as it made a clicking noise, grabbing the zombies attention.
As the zombie turned around curiously, his eyes didn't show the same hostility of the usual undead, it was different in a way. He looked just like one of them, yet why wasn't he attacking? The zombies expression softened at Spencer's obvious fear, a small smile even illuminating on his face to assure the boy.
"Hey! you're a survivor! It's crazy but-" The zombie began, but his efforts weren't acknowledged.
Spencer immediately picked up bags of candies and such, lip balms, throwing it at the man to do some kind of damage.
"Woah! Woah! Take it easy mi amigo!-" the zombie winced, trying to tell him he meant no harm, but Spencer was still relentless.
Running out of options, Spencer grabs a nearby wrench from off the floor, deciding an offensive attack would do it. The zombie blinked as the brit suddenly came at him with weaponry. He'd raise his hands in an innocent way.
"Hey! Hey! Calm down!" he begged, looking frantic.
Mid swing, Spencer pauses reluctantly, his breath short and his eyes giving off his fear.
"You- You can talk! Y-you're a zombie! Not attacking! That shouldn't be possible! Don't fuck with me!" Spencer stammered, his hand shaking as he held the wrench near the zombies neck.
"I can explain! Just put the wrench down!" the live corpse pleaded.
Spencer backed up, swallowing hard.
"Talk." Spencer demanded, his British accent thick.
The zombie let out a held sigh of relief, smiling sheepishly.
"Ah, well...This wasn't a very good start.." He chuckled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood. Spencer only glared at him in return, his eyes dangerous almost.
"Right.. So my name is Diego, and you?" no response. Diego frowned as he continued. "I am a zombie, obvious enough. You're wondering how I didn't end up like the others, well.. I don't really know myself.." he scratched the back of his head.
"I assume it's some rare mutation that happens to some who are infected. Not long ago I had been bitten." Diego motioned to his neck, watching as Spencer untensed a bit, still wary of the man.
"So you're telling me... If I go out to a zombie, get bitten, I'll still have a functioning brain?.." Spencer gave him a suspicious look.
"Well.. not exactly," Diego chuckled lightly, "like I said, amigo, I don't know how this happened. It doesn't have any perks either, I'm still a rotting corpse."
Spencer kept the wrench clenched in his hand, his eyes shifting all over Diego, still so lost in the matter.
Suddenly, Diego's left arm falls off, making him snap out of his own thoughts. Spencer backs up in disgust, flabbergasted. Diego smiled sheepishly and immediately picked his own limb back up.
"That tends to happen... excuse me." he coughs, turning around to fix his arm back in place.
"I think I'm going crazy- This!- This is absolutely diabolical! I can't even think!" Spencer runs a hand through his hair, adjusting his glasses.
"So sorry." Diego turns back around, his arm back to normal.
"It's fine, I just- I'm gonna get going. I bid you farewell." he shook his head, grabbing his remaining things and walking past Diego.
Diego blinked at that, his eyes following Spencer. He pushes himself off the wall and follows the boy, calling out after him.
"Wait! Could I come..?" he asks suddenly, stopping Spencer in his tracks