It was a bit awkward and strange...them meeting up like this. Coincidental or not, Randall was glad. He was so lonely. Having met Matt hours earlier on the road, he had cautioned him about the new threat but Matt had already known and was in hiding trying to move far away. When they had met up, they’d both been seeking shelter and had spotted the huge building miles away. How wild was it that Matt knew who he was and had assumed he had recognised him as well. It was hard after all, even Matt had changed as well- besides the puberty hitting him late in life, Matt had a roughness to his face just as Liz. Even he too had it. A permanent untrusting expression. They’d been heading to the houses behind the gigantic building when they ‘ran’ into Liz. Then they sought refuge in this house as it was at the far back plot, behind most of the houses in a private lot. This was the only one that looked as if the creatures had not bothered to ramshackle. They both looked at him and then at eac
Liz looked out the window into the darkness and back at her two companions. She knew the danger they were in, for they had the conversation last week. They agreed to; two would asleep while one kept watch. Then one that was awake would remain awake with the one that was asleep and so forth. [You do not need them. They will just hold you back] ‘Hold m back from what exactly. Kia?’ [Survival. Humans hinder each other.] Liz stared blindly ahead of her. Yes, that is a fact but nevertheless, human interaction is also important for survival. She would go crazy if she went on this way much longer- just killing and nobody to talk with. An A.I. would never understand that. They were built on facts not feelings. Sometimes facts can be untrue when dealing with emotions. ‘Switch off Kia.’ [Goodbye Elizabeth] The blue words flashed for two seconds then disappeared silently. They had to move as soon as possible for she had seen movement in the far distance earlier. She figured it wa
Matt They were running out of supplies at the house they’d called home for almost a month and had decided to venture out with caution. Extreme caution. They would have gotten supplies and come back here but it seemed that the new creatures were searching and for what if not for humans? Besides if they got a supermarket or somewhere near a pharmacy would be good. Medical supplies were always something to be near to. The next place a few miles down, the rations had lasted a bit longer than they’d expected but it had been a fully stocked house- as if the people that lived there had just stocked up, but no bodies were found on the premises. Most of the canned goods were expired and could not be consumed and some though expired were still edible. A nutritionist's nightmare is what it is when it comes to food in zombie-land. “Perhaps they had died when they went to get pizza,” Matt had joked, earning him a slight frown from them both when they’d first inspected the perimeter of the
Matt “Down,” Randall orders in the same tone. Not needing any explanation, they both dropped to the floor stooping, too. That lowered tone would mean something was near- too near. Could either zombies or any one of the two new groups they discovered; the uniformed and the ununiformed were out and about. Too near, by Randall’s movements and lowered voice, Matt thought, glancing at Liz, waiting for Randall’s next words, still somewhat worried that the conversation between him and Liz just now was loud enough to be heard from outside let alone Randall. Matt is worried that he heard him playing matchmaker. The uniformed ones might be intel or humans …maybe aliens for all Matt knew. The others were a different kind of war-like humans that spoke their own invented language. It was sort of English words with sounds of letters mostly. It must be an adaptation of the English language and lack of words according to Liz and both men agreed with her. Which means when the zombie outbreak trans
Zombie. As in one single one. Randall cautiously made his way into the medium-sized grocery, rolling behind an aisle, listening. A quick scan indicated the others had left and the lone creature alone remained. He released a relieved breath and waited for the rotted-fleshed individual to move along as they sometimes did when unbothered and no humans were in sight. He would shoot it, but the sound would attract the ones that just left. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a long blade with him where he could easily slice its neck clean out but…ugh- the reek. The work they would have to put in to get rid of the stench. It’s better to let it wander off and he would kill it if he comes across it again, he swears to himself. Places were scarce now and he was grateful that they actually had food and shelter for the time being. This was a treasure find as almost all places were already looted. The live decomposing woman raised her nose in the air and sniffed, turning her head at different an
Lieutenant Sharp “Sir!” the man saluted and turned away when Sharp nodded. “And where are they now?” the tall, handsome but intimidating man, questioned the boy that his junior ranked officer brought forward to him. Sharp blinked his eyes repeatedly but slowly for five seconds while he scanned the boy. The blue-lit words only for his visual, float in front of his eyes. The boy's heart rate was steady. He isn’t lying. His intelligence also showed that the boy’s temperature had not risen since picking him up. The boy reared back looking scared and Sharp heard his stomach grumbling- definitely human. No need to be tested, the man thought with a little humor. They were so feeble, no wonder Biomedical started to work on making them stronger. He twisted his mouth sideways just as he’d practiced, bringing his cheeks up higher than usual but not too much to scare the kid away. “Well, boy, speak up so you can go back to your food.” Sharp forgot the boy’s name because they had rescued so m
[Level 98] “Kia, pray tell me,” Liz begged the machine, “What is the purpose of so many levels if it leads to nothing?” And as usual, Liz received the same answer just as she had in the past couple of years. [No Entry. I have no access to your question. Please rephrase the question] Liz mouthed the last part because she was so accustomed to hearing it by now. She shook the others awake when she saw a group of fast-approaching people coming down the road, weeks later. She knew they were humans by the way they walked. The 'not warlike' bunch of survivors. Randall observed them sleepily and decided they were safe, although angry-looking. But the odds were probably against them by numbers- there were only three of them and more than a few on the opposing side- if it came to that. Calculating from experience, Randall knew the chances were very slim that the group would just be passing along, and onto fresher pastures. A greater chance of them, setting up camp in the buildings
“Have you guys noticed them long?” Matt ignored the smelly man, making small conversation with the Sam fellow instead while they waited for everyone to have something in their stomachs. He still held Randall’s Glock in his hand while he stood behind the crowd, who was sitting cross-legged in a circle on the tiled floor. Everything about the crowd seemed normal- like a bunch of friends on a normal day chilling out just sitting on the floor and having a fun chat while they snacked. Their clothing was clean and mostly new with sneakers and boots- except for Polo, of course, for nothing about him seemed normal. From his weirdly rotted teeth to his alien-wormy shape. The Outsiders was a movie that was a huge hit about an alien that became friends with the Earthlings and aided in the defeat of an invasion from another world. It was a teen hit back in the regular world and although a fictional character, it irritated Matt that this disgusting creature reminded him of the friendly, gun-sli