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Adventures of the Zambie Apocalypse (Cr0ssy1307 & FemShep)

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cr0ssy1307

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Jack sat on the floor of a two story bedroom, taking apart and cleaning a small pistol. The room had been ransacked long before he got there, any useful equipment had been taken long ago. The mattress of the double bed had been tipped over, the ripped and bloodied sheets tossed aside. Various clothes and shoes had been pulled from a large oak wardrobe by the door, the needless ones left on the floor.
He finished cleaning his gun and put it back together, before checking his two remaining mags, sliding one in and flicking the safety on. He rummaged through his backpack, checking his supplies. Inside was a spare pair of clothes, several bits of food, not enough to last very long, and a few medical supplies. He wore dark jeans, to which was belted a large combat knife that had been cleaned before the gun. He wore a white t-shirt under a grey shirt that was only half buttoned up. On the floor was a black jacket with several pockets and on his feet he wore a pair of black converse, muddied and dirtied from too much use, but they fitted him well.
Jack got to his knees and peered out of the window, observing the area. In the distance was a large supermarket, which would be his next stop for supplies before traveling on. He was on a street full of houses, with a few zombies, or walkers as he called them, roaming the streets aimlessly and many more hidden in the houses. In the road opposite this house was a smashed up car, rolled upside down. He was about to check the house was secure before getting an hour or two of sleep when he heard a noise outside.
 
Emilee was quietly passing through the ghost town. There was no sign of life aside from the zombies that were around. She saw the market place and saw a chance to gather the supplies she needed. She tried to sneak past the zombies that blocked her path using the abandoned cars. She was wearing a white shirt and it sleeves stopped at her elbows and had dirt smudges and some what looked like knife cuts torn into it. Her dark blue jeans weren't as dirty and hugged her lower body well making it easier to sneak around. Her converse wear dirty and worn out, obviously been through hell, but they held together. On her back was a black backpack that held all her supplies and medicine as well as any ammo or things she could make weapons with inside.

She managed to sneak past the zombies, normally she'll just take them out, but she didn't have anything to kill them silently and she didn't want to use her pistol otherwise more will come. When she was gathering the supplies she needed, she dropped a glass bottle of medicine. A zombie turned and saw her it's growls alerted the others as it came after her. Without much of a choice she pulled out her pistol and had to fire it, killing some zombies, but attracting more.
 
Jack looked for the source of the gunshots and noticed a commotion at the market place. He could just make out a woman, trying to fend off several walkers, with more attracted to the noise. Without thinking he grabbed his gun, leaving his bag and jacket, heading down the stairs and outside, stepping over the walker he’d killed in the hallway.
Holding the gun in both hands he jogged over to the market place, keeping his eyes peeled for walkers. As he approached he saw one sprinting towards the woman. In a quick, fluid motion he raised the gun and fired, chunks of skull and blood flying. Unfazed, Jack fired a few more times, killing more of them, thinning them out a bit before running over to the woman who was desperately trying to survive.
“Come with me if you want to live!” He shouted in a slight Irish accent as he grabbed her wrist and started to lead her away from the market. He shot another walker pointblank as it ran over, before tucking his gun into the back of his jeans and drawing the large knife at his belt, stabbing and swiping at a few more, still guiding the woman away from the market and towards the house he was hiding in. He pulled her through the front door, before slamming it shut, sliding a bolt across the top and barricading it with several pieces of furniture, panting slightly from the exertion.
"You ok?" He asked as he turned to the woman.
 
As she was shooting she heard a gun shot that wasn't hers. Before she even knew it a man with a slight Irish accent came up to her and grabbed her wrist after telling her to come with him. Given not much of a choice she was pulled by the man making her run with him,. She shot a few zombies on her way, but the man did most of the work since he was pulling her and she didn't wabnt to waste ammo.

He took her inside of the house and quickly locked the door and was already moving furniture to barricade the door. She didn't know who he was or why he saved her, but she was thankful for it. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine thanks to you." She answered almost out of breath.
 
“Alright good. The name’s Jack O’Connell.” He said, holding his hand out. He looked her up and down, making sure there were no bites he should worry about. She looked unharmed, and rather attractive as well. And from what he’d seen she was clearly good in a fight. Perhaps she’d be good to have around, he though as several zombies slammed against the front door, banging desperately at it, groaning and snarling in anger. He was about to speak again when a crash sounded from another room.

“Ahh shite.” He swore as he hurried into what looked like a living room, with an old sofa, a broken coffee table and a smashed TV. A walker had smashed through the window and was climbing through, the glass shards cutting into its skin, spilling blood over the floor. He walked over, drawing his knife and in one swift slice decapitated it. More were swarming the window, trying to climb in.
“Follow me.” He said as he returned to the girl, leading her up the stairs to the bedroom where his jacket and rucksack lay. He closed the door and pushed the heavy wardrobe in front of it, grunting as he did so.
“It doesn’t look good,” He said, peering out of the window. “hopefully we’ll be able to wait them out, probably escape in the morning.” He spoke quietly, the sounds of the zombies climbing in and shuffling along could be heard and he didn’t want to draw any attention to them.
 
Emilee looked at him as he looked at her and replied "I'm Emilee." She took the hand he offered her thinking it was just a formal greeting. Emilee didn't believe last names mattered anymore, but she appreciated he gave her his full name. She looked at him and saw he was quite attractive and he was an excellent fighter. She didn't want to be a bother for him, but hearing the zombies banging against the barricaded door. Their groans and snarling always sent chills down her spine. She jumped hearing the crash from another room and watched as Jack went to kill the zombie that broke in using a single knife.

When he returned she followed him up stairs to the bedroom and watched as he pushed the wardrobe in the way. She prayed it would hold, because if it didn't they were good as dead with the they were cornered in this room. She remained silent as he spoke and tried to be as quiet as possible, fearing one noise could cause those monsters to attack the door and get in the eat them
 
Jack gestured to the mattress, slowly and quietly placing it the right way up. "For if you need to sleep." He whispered, fearing the walkers that noisily moved around downstairs. "I've also got food and some medical supplies if you need any." He offered, moving to his bag and sitting with his back against the wall. He wasn't sure why he was helping her so much. He noticed that she didn't tell him her last name, and she didn't seem to offer much help. Perhaps she didn't trust him? It didn't matter, they were in it together now and he pushed the thoughts from his mind.

He pulled a bottle of water from his bag and took a gulp, perhaps more than he should have done, considering he only had three bottles of it. He flinched as there was a loud crash downstairs. It would be a long night, He thought, sighing as he ran his hand through his medium length dark brown hair.
 
Emilee gave a slight smile as he whispered to her that he had a place for her to sleep. She didn't fully trust him, but Jack.did just save her life. She would've died if it wasn't for him. Emilee just felt she needed to be cautious for now. Seeing him move and sit against the wall again and hearing he had supplies she softly whispered "I manged to get a few things while I was out there." She whispered and opened her back slowly and carefully so it wouldn't make much noise. She pulled out what looked like bit and peices of junk. Broken glass, sharp peices of metal, tape, and other small objects. Carefully and quietly she used a sharp peice of metal and a normal peice of metal and taped them together to create a shiv. She sighed and whispered "Alburn...my name's Emilee Alburn."
 
Jack watched intently as she pulled the various pieces of metal, glass and plastic from her bag and began to fiddle with them, crafting a simple weapon. He gave her a warm smile as she told him her last name. "Nice to meet ya, Emilee Alburn." He said in his Irish accent. An idea crossed his mind and he began to rummage through his bag, pulling out a small simple kitchen knife. "It'll probably last longer." He explained as he handed it to Emillee.
He noticed the room begin to grow darker and turned to watch the sun slowly make its way toward the horizon. He pulled a candle from his bag, half used, followed by a small pack of matches. He struck a match and lit the candle before pulling the curtains shut. THe small flame flickered, struggling to illuminate the room, leaving a good portion in shadows while making his hazel eyes gleam in the light. "Feel free to sleep if you're tired, I'll keep watch." He offered, setting the candle down and pulling out his gun, taking it apart. He didn't need to but it was a calming activity and stopped his mind from wandering too much.
 
Emilee gave Jack a smile seeing how friendly he was with her despite she was a complete stranger. She looked at his bag, curious as to what he was searching for inside of it. Maybe watching her making her knife made him think of something. To her surprise when he pulled out a simple kitchen knife and offered it to her she looked at him almost completely surprised he was giving her one of his weapons. "Really? Wow, uh...thank you." She thanked him taking the knife, but still keeping her own as a back up. While examining the knife she looked to see Jack looking out of the window noticing the sun was going down. Jack seemed to be ready for anything when he pulled out a candle and some matches. For a moment she watched the small flame dance giving them some light, but not enough to light up the room. At least she and Jack could see each other in the dim light. Emilee looked at Jack as he offered to go on first watch and gave a slight smile. "Thanks Jack. Just wake me up when it's my turn so you can get some rest too." She smiled and got up from the spot and went over to the mattress sitting down on it she sighed then looked at him. "Thanks for saving me. I promise I'll make it up to you somehow." She smiled then laid back to sleep on the mattress, her body facing towards him.
 
“You don’t need to make it up to me,” Jack said with a smile, tinted with more sadness than happiness. “I was just trying to do the right thing.” He watched as she got up and laid down on the mattress, waiting till he was sure she was asleep before pulling something from the breast pocket of his shirt. It was a small, crumpled picture of a young woman with blonde hair, with a small boy, both smiling happily. He looked at the picture a while, easing out the creases before tucking it back into his pocket.
It was about midnight before he decided to wake Emilee up. He had taken his shirt and t-shirt off a while before to have a watch, all the while glancing out of the window, a weapon of some sorts always close. He washed with a spare bottle of water he’d filled from a clean lake a few days ago. He washed what dirt he could from his face and chest, the water washing over his slightly muscular chest. Surviving for so long had changed his body, forced it to harden and toughen up, and there were a few small scars on his upper chest.
“Hey.” He whispered gently, shaking her gently as he couched next to her. “It’s your turn to keep watch.”
 
Time flew by so quickly, before she knew it Emilee already felt Jack trying to wake her up almost as soon as she closed her eyes to sleep. That's what it felt like anyway. Slowly she opened her eyes and started to stir up a bit. Before anything she pushed her upper body up, looking down at the bed to wake herself up. When she looked at him she nearly froze seeing Jack's half naked muscular body looking almost dry and clean. She forced her eyes to look up at him. Hopefully he didn't notice her staring, especially at his scars since she found them both interesting and attractive. "Thank you for waking me up." She smiled softly and forced herself to stand up once she was off the bed. "You better get some rest too. I'll stay up." Emilee felt better then before, but nothing beated a full 8 hour rest, but luckily she was used to waking up after a few hours of sleep.
 
“Thanks.” Jack said with a smile, before the wave of fatigue hit him. He’d been running on adrenaline for so long, barely sleeping, and now it was starting to take its toll. He barely even thought about the way that Emilee looked at his body, shrugging it off as his imagination. And even if he hadn’t imagined it he wasn’t sure if he was ready for any kind of relationship with anyone. All these thoughts vanished as he lay down on the mattress, falling asleep the moment his eyes were closed. He slept deeply, dreaming fleeting dreams of better times, mixed in with the occasional nightmare. He tossed and turned, mumbling in his sleep but never once waking up.
When he finally opened his eyes he was greeted by harsh sunlight, blinding him as he blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to adjust, instinctively reaching for a weapon in his vulnerability. “What time is it?” He asked, feeling hardly any better than when he had gone to sleep.
 
Emilee gave him a nod and took her place against the wall, her knife ready in case of an emergency. The time she had to force herself to stay awake she opened her bag and pulled out a bottle of water she boiled when she found a lake and had a pot and lighter to boil the water to a point were it was clean to wash with and drink. Luckily she has a few bottles to spare. She waited a few minutes to make sure he was asleep before undressing and wet herself with a bottle to wash the dirt off. Just in case she dressed herself before Jack could even wake up in case he did. Then she sat herself down again she tried to pay attention but her thoughts of the people she's lost refused to leave her. Everyone she knew and loved...gone.

Before she even knew it the sun was up. Then she heard Jack's voice, bringing her out of her trace like state. She looked out of the window to looke at the sky hoping to tell the time this way. "Judging by how it looks I'd say eight mayne nine-ish. I can't tell for sure though." She answered and looked at him to see how he was doing
 
He groaned as he pushed himself up onto his feet. Despite having nine hours sleep he felt like shit. For as long as he could remember he had been living on four, maybe five hours sleep when he could, never sleeping deeply in fear of the walkers. Now it was catching up with him. On top of that it had been too long since he had been able to have a proper wash, leaving him feeling filthy and in a foul mood, despite the small wash he had last night. He stretched once he had stood up, stifling a yawn.
“So, what’s it look like outside?” He asked as he wandered over to his bag. He didn’t ask how she was and he didn’t particularly care. She was alive and not bitten, that was all that mattered these days. “And you got a plan?” He asked as he pulled a long sleeved grey t-shirt from his bag, pulling it on before sipping from a bottle of water before retrieving his jacket and pulling that on.
 
Emilee looked over her shoulder to see Jack getting ready to go, she guessed this was where they parted ways. Which was unfortunate since she had grew fond of the man, but it was inevitable. Before grabbing her bag, Emilee looked outside to see the sun out, but the sky was a bit grey. "Well the sun's out, but the grey skies say there might be rain. It should be okay to go out. The zombies aren't crowded around the building anymore so that's good news." She sighed softly and grabbed her back to pull onto her back, the straps moving over her shoulders. When she looked at Jack he seemed tired despite the sleep he had and even in a bad mood. "Well, it depends. Do you plan on staying alone or would it be better to travel together for now? Either way there might still be some zombies inside the building so we might need to be stealthy so we don't attract the others."
 
Jack looked at her for a moment, pondering on her words. Every fibre in his being screamed at him to say no, to send her away as soon as he could. He had always been too stubborn and proud to ask for help. That, and he was afraid of what would happen. Over the past few months he had lost his family and everyone who had ever relied on him. He had failed them. His loneliness was his penance. He purposefully avoided people because he knew it wouldn’t end well. Nothing ever ended well anymore, so why even bother? He thought to himself.
That was when another part of him spoke up. The bright, optimistic side that he had pushed down and buried under all the pain and the negativity. Because we must, he thought, because every moment we carry on is a tribute to those we lost and those we have now. Because to give up would mean their loss was in vain.
“Well, I’d certainly appreciate the company.” He said suddenly with a smile, the first genuine smile in a long time. “I’ve been making my way north if that suits you, but we’ll talk about that later, lets go.” He led the way, taking a stealthy stance as he opened the door slowly before exiting, knife in hand. He led the way down the stairs into the hall way, pausing as a zombie stepped out of a side room, barring the way to the front door. Jack wasted no time in stepping forward and stabbing his knife into its eye, all the way through to the brain. It fell to the floor with a heavy thud, to which several zombies in other rooms let out low growls.
“Come on!” He whispered, opening the front door and ushering Emilee outside.
 
Honestly Emilee was surprised that Jack was okay with her coming with him. Really she expected him to throw her a serious frown and tell her no, but seeing his smile, an actually smile. She lost friends, family, everyone she's ever cared about, but the loneliness of being alone after having lost everyone you ever knew or loved is gone. Now she remembered what it was like to be around another human that didn't want to eat her alive. Seeing him say he was heading North she gave a nod to show him that she understood and even smiled her first genuine smile in such a long time. They had to worry about escaping alive and without injury or else they wouldn't get to travel together anyway.

She walked slowly behind Jack with the knife he gave her in hand. Emilee was quiet, her footsteps even with shoes on was nearly completely quiet. Seeing the zombie ahead of them and Jack take it out so quickly, but the thud it made caught the attention of other zombies. As soon as she heard Jack, she made her way out of the door quietly and put her back against the wall by the door waiting for Jack to come out. Behind him she saw a zombie coming towards him from one of the rooms, investigating the noise. As soon as Jack was out of the way, Emilee moved from her spot to stab the zombie from under its jaw and into it's head, but this time she tired to lay the body down softly so it wouldn't create a sound then took her knife back. She shut the door quietly so no zombie coming out of the house wouldn't come up behind them. "So you said North?" She asked in a whisper.
 
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