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Pure vanillas breath shook as he crouched down behind a bar table, his hands shaking while holding a gun towards the gurgling and moaning of the undead around him, from what it sounded like, he estimated it to be at least five roamers in the old abandoned bar he was in. And while roamers aren’t too bad to kill, pure vanilla had his own problems ahead of him.
“Oh crumbs..”
He whispered to himself as he looked at how many bullets he had in his gun.
Four bullets laid in his hand, his blond hair filled with blood and dirt and his dark grey hoodie filled with spots of blood and other debris that came from living in the apocalypse. Pure vanillas jeans had grass stains and a small rip at the knee, his shoes worn and fairly dirty and ragged, and his caramel colored skin had scrapes and bruises sprinkled around his body.
Pure vanillas face filled with fear and his heart beating like he had just ran a marathon. His mind filled with potential solutions, but none of them seemed plausible enough for him to survive.
*do I run?* *is there really only four?* *is there even more than five?* *do I have anything to distract them?*
His chest tightening as he thought over and over on what to do. He knew he didn’t have much time and not a lot of options.
Pure vanilla took a deep breath and calmed himself down to a reasonable level, his heart beat slowing and hands slowly stopped shaking.
*I just gotta do it.*
He thought to himself before suddenly getting up and running as he began to shoot at the roamers before they could realize what was happening.
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG
Pure vanilla was running around the bar, having to look behind him to shoot, inevitably making it harder to aim.
There was one more roamer and no more bullets left in pure vanillas gun.
Click, click, click
The sound of the gun clicking was the worst sound pure vanilla could hear. His heart sunk as that click rang through his head, still running from the roamers before getting trapped against a wall, the roamer running towards him.
Pure vanillas desperate attempt at hoping the gun would magically have an extra bullet in it. He hoped and prayed that something or anything would-
BANG
Pure vanilla felt a shiver go through his body as the sound of the gunshot echoed through the air in the room. Before he could process what had just happened or who had shot the gun, the roamer it the ground with a thud that probably sounded a lot louder than it really was.
Pure vanillas face and hoodie was now splattered with even more blood than before, some almost getting in his eyes before wiping his face off with his hoodie sleeve. A wave of relief, anxiety, adrenaline, and confusion washed over pure vanilla as he looked at the roamer on the floor at his feet, watching the blood from his head oozing out onto his shoes.
Pure vanilla stared for a few beats before looking up at the person in front of him that had shot said roamer.
The man in front of him had dark blue hair, cut short but not too short and a little bit of his natural(?) blonde hair it the front of his face, highlighting his face. He had a scar along his left eye, which looked fully healed and his ear had a small chip taken out of it, possibly from before the apocalypse from the looks of it.
He wore a darker blue flannel jacket with what appeared to be a black tank top underneath. The man wore baggy dark grey jeans, some patches and dirt on them, presumably from wear and tear over time. He also looked about the same age as pure vanilla, his face unreadable, eyes sharp and focused on pure vanilla, causing him to be a bit nervous.
“Uhm..thank you..”
Pure vanillas voice a bit quieter than usual, due to being nervous and anxious.
The man in front of him beginning to turn away, speaking as he moved. His voice a bit louder and with more intensity than pure vanilla.
“..your welcome.”
The man began to look through cabinets and drawers, eventually finding a bottle of whiskey, grabbing the bottle and drinking straight from it as he continued to look around.
Pure vanilla blinked in shock at what had just happened and what is happening now. The man that had quite literally saved his life is now just looting this bar?
“Uhm, can I get your name?”
Pure vanilla asked as he tried to get the blood out of his hair and off his skin while still trying to look at the man that was walking around the room, looking and grabbing stuff from the shelves and putting it in a backpack he hadn’t the man had until now.
“It’s shadow milk.”
The man said as he walked, beginning to get more alcohol from the bar before getting ready to leave.
“You?”
Pure vanilla had gotten out all of the blood he could out of his hair and off of him, grabbing his own bag and also looking around too, just wanting to not look stupid in front of shadow milk.
“My name is pure vanilla.”
Shadow milk paused before reaching for the door, going back to the place he was staying at the moment. He thought if he should say anything back, I mean, he is just some random guy right?
“..good to know.”
Shadow milk said, a bit lower than his normal level of voice. He double checked his pockets for everything he needed and opened the door.
“Hey, wait!”
Pure vanilla said as he speed walked towards shadow milk, slightly running. His bag clanking against his back as he ran, the smell of alcohol on shadow milks breath when he got closer to him. It made him all the more curious on how he got such a good shot on that roamer while likely drunk. But nonetheless, it didn’t matter anymore.
“Do you uhm, think I could stay with you?”
Pure vanilla realized how crazy that sounded out loud. He had just asked to stay with this guy who he had just found out the name of!
Pure vanilla didn’t have anyone else to stay with at the time, and it was really taking a toll on him. With nobody to talk to during the apocalypse, it caused him to be very lonely and he didn’t really have any other choice to get into a group other than now.
Shadow milks eyes widened a bit at the question pure vanilla had given him. He hadn’t expected to see this man again, let alone live with him. Although it was quite the surprising question he had asked, the thought did go through his head and did consider it for a moment.
He looked back at pure vanilla, watching his expression for a beat before finally answering his question.
Shadow milk let out a heavy sigh before speaking, not wanting to be bothered anymore by the thought of this moment any longer.
“You know what, I’m drunk. You can stay here or you can come with me, I don’t care.”