Age of Blood {Closed}

Chase hated going to the ?surface? but it had to be done. Who else was going to the ?surface? as he called it, and get more food or water? Sure he had a huge supply of food and water and he really didn?t need to come out of his basement but he liked to collect more food and water just in case. Who knew how long you?d have to stay hiding, right? That and he was tired of doing this alone. Maybe there were other non-infected people running around. He could provide a place to stay, food, water, and company. If the Infected didn?t kill him, he knew the lack of socialization would. Humans were the ?cultural? animal and all that jazz after all.

Chase pushed his trap door up slowly and looked around his empty living room. True his windows were all bared with metal as were the door, all thanks to a paranoid father who died before the apocalypse he warned of, but he still liked to check just in case an infected person managed to get in somehow. Once the coast was clear, Chase got out of his basement and locked the door again and put a rug over the door. He adjusted the guns on his body and checked his daggers before he was sure he was set. He ran a gloved hand through his blond hair and opened his front door quietly before he was finally out in the completely unprotected streets.

The young man decided to check the grocery store first. People needed food and water so he hoped he might find a non-infected person there. Infected also hung around the area so he?d have to be careful. Hopefully, he could use his sword and daggers before he had to shoot. A loud gunshot would call other zombie quicker after all and he wasn?t in the mood to be nibbled on. Chase constantly looked around him as he maneuvered quietly through the streets towards the supermarket and had to shuffle backward into an alley when he saw a whole group of infected around a body. They were all gorging themselves on what used to be a man. Chase had to calm his hammering heart for a moment before he took a different shortcut and got into the store.

As usual, it was way too damn quiet in here. A lot of the food had gone bad, but preserved food was still good. He opened his pack and started to put canned tuna and chicken into it as well as some bottled water and crackers. He turned a corner too fast and nearly ran right into a swaying zombie. Chase gasped and shuffled back a little as he grabbed his sword just as the infected man swiveled around to look at him. Chase swung the sword and got the infected man in the throat. The head fell and sprayed blood before the body fell to the ground as well.

?Ech. Gotta pay attention, Chase,? he muttered to himself before he finished looking around the store. It was disappointing to see that no other life form had decided to come to the store. Where else should he look? He didn?t fancy the idea of wandering around aimlessly. That was just inviting trouble, but still. How long has it been since he had someone to talk to? Months? It was driving him crazy. Hell, he was talking to himself after all. That and he started to talk to a Fennec Fox he had saved as a puppy like it was his best friend in the world. Kinda like Wilson. He even named the fox Wilson just to be funny. He usually brought the fox along with him but decided he?d go solo today. He adjusted his bag and checked the street one more time before he headed out of the store.

?Another lonely day?? he mumbled.

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