Try Not to Get Yourself Killed || Closed AU w/ candice-thunderkitty

The weather was heating up again, and things were starting to get bad. With every passing day, he could see those God-forsaken monsters getting a little less numb and growing a little bit stronger. The cold had succeeded in slowing them all down; winter had the ability to play them like a video on half-speed, sticking them forever at a disadvantage to the few humans that were still around to kill them.

     He scoffed silently at the thought, part of him bitterly surprised that he even remembered what a video was. It’d been two whole years since the Outbreak, and by now the old and civilized way of life was nothing more than a forgotten fairy tale. There were no second chances anymore. Once someone got bit, they were screwed.

     At last he was met with the realization that it was time to move in to the business building he’d been planning to breach for weeks. As far as he could tell, there was no one inside, zombie and human alike, and it was possible that he could scrounge up a can or two of preserved food. His stomach had been growling at him for days, and if it kept on like this, it was sure to attract undead attention. He just needed something. At this point, anything at all would be enough. Having only eaten once this entire week, even a lick of cat food would ease the ache that felt like it had nearly bored a hole into his stomach.

     Slipping into a pair of heavy doors that he had to force aside due to their lack of electricity, he fingered the gun in his hand, his index always centimeters away from the trigger. And as he heard a rustle of fabric down the hallway, the digit twitched closer, resting upon the lever as he moved silently forward, pistol aimed.