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May 2nd, 2016 at 01:29pm
MICHAEL AND NIALL ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.
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- Then finally, an Irish accent spoke, “I’ll check the left side, you go right. Be quick.”
The voices came from Grace’s left; the Irishman was planning to go the same way. Grace’s heart started pumping in excitement; they have yet to confront other survivors. They’ve only snuck around them at night, and kept their distance. But these ones were the intruders, because she and Michael were there first. If the guns had to be shot, then so be it.
“Aye, aye Captain,” a smooth deep voice mocked in return. Grace heard a small abrupt rustle of clothes, and imaged an unknown male salute. That or the Irishman moved quietly to grab the other in anger. She didn’t try to sneak a peek, and she didn’t move from her crouched position. Her eyes stayed on Michael’s; he was her anchor to the game.
Apparently the Irishman didn’t show aggressiveness towards the other male, because the latter was moving closer. Grace knew for a fact that the first two aisles were useless, the first was blocked and the other had a few things lying but nothing important. That didn’t stop the bloke from going down the aisle, humming to himself as he picked and threw stuff around by the sounds of it.
Grace shook her head at his carelessness. The man took his sweet time that the Irishman had already reached him. She watched as Michael started searching the ground and when he found something shiny, probably a coin, he crouched. The Irishman was reprimanding the careless man for taking so long that it gave Michael time to throw the coin over the aisle and into another. The sound alerted the male duo and they cautiously walked past Michael to get rid of whatever made the sound. And that was the chance they took to act.
Michael yanked the baseball bat out of the blonde’s hand, threw it down and kicked the back of his knee, making him drop. At the same time, Grace wrapped her arm around the tall curly haired male’s neck, and pushed her knife into his back as a warning. She ignored when he whined out the words, “not again!” She manipulated him so he turned and saw Michael subdue the blond who had whipped out a handgun.
The blonde spat out blood, and onto the floor.
“You shouldn’t ‘ave done that.” An Irish accent growled.
Michael mocked gasped and took a step back, his once free hand now holding onto the Irishman’s gun, waving it in the air as it winked at its owner. You don’t know how people would act in a world without authority. “Why? Is there camera’s? Am I gonna get arrested? Gray?” He questioned breathlessly tilting his head and grinned at Grace.
Grace laughed, and couldn’t help but observe her companion; his eyes were bright and wild. His chest was heaving, but that was natural from the tussle he went through. His bandana now hanging around his neck, his grin was genuine. He had fun. They didn’t want any trouble other than the walking dead, but playing the antagonists in the game was entertaining.
“Do humans count?” She asked, sending a playful smile to Michael, making him laugh. Of course she’d mention the scoreboard.
Michael thought about it, shook his head and said, “They’re not dead.”
The curly haired man fidgeted, but froze when she pushed the knife a little on instinct. They were gonna let them sweat a little longer, if it wasn’t for the words that came out of his mouth.
“We have a 4 year old! He’s waiting for us in the car, he needs us!”
The blond snapped his head to look at his partner, in confusion or fury, either way Grace didn’t care. She thought they were dumb. Who leaves a kid alone in a vehicle while they both risk their lives? If anything one of them should’ve stayed behind with the kid, but that didn’t matter.
“The kid will be your downfall.” Michael stated. Grace nodded in agreement. Kids have tantrums, kids get scared. Kids are loud. Her mind flicked off and on, old people are slow and weak, and they also need to be taken care of. But it was Michael’s decision to leave his grandparents. Grace blew out a breath, tightening her grip around the male neck collecting herself.
A disembodied voice made them all freeze. Online gaming, it would’ve tricked troll gamers into thinking it was a young boy, but it wasn’t. It was a female. “Guys, there’s a horde of biters coming! Hurry your arses!”
Fuck. Michael and Grace looked at each other for a second; the dead group they were running from had caught up. It took a minute for them to let go of their captives, grab their hidden belongings, and run out of the store. They ignored the sharp gaze of the female standing with one foot out the car, and instead focused onto the group behind her.
“I really hate this part,” Grace grumbled, stretching her legs before she and Michael ran down and away from the group. It was only when the car drove beside them that Grace realized that maybe they should’ve stolen the car from the girl. They’ve been running for nearly a year, running they were used to, but a car would be a God send.
“I want my gun back.” The blond poked his head out the window.
Michael continued to run, “Piss off.”
Maybe we should have just kicked that girl out and taken the car. It might’ve had a map and we’d already be half way—damn it! When they turned a corner to go down another street, they came upon 4 corpses. Grace stopped running, and breathed heavily catching her breath before saying, “You good, Mikey?”
“Hell yeah, Gray. I got four points to my name.”
“Fuck off.” Grace was tired, and feeling a bit cranky because they didn’t think to hijack the vehicle. But screw it; she wanted to beat another level. When two of the biters came close, she threw her tomahawk and it pierced the skull. She gave a tired whoop, “One.”
“Better hurry, the horde is coming.” It was the female.
Grace rolled her eyes and looked at the company sitting the car. She thought that they’d give up and leave. The girl was in the driver’s seat, and glancing back in the mirror. They really wanted the gun, didn’t they? She didn’t blame them; fire power was hard to come by. Grace turned away from the car only to see that Michael got the other three corpses. She cursed.
“Yes, three…” He took a deep breath, before turning to Grace. “Come on, Gray.”
She hesitated. They couldn't keep running, it's been non-stop. She was able to sleep, but Michael wasn't. He had watched over her hours before.
“Come on, give the gun back! They’re coming!”
“Grace!” Michael grabbed her hand and pulled her, but she pulled back. Maybe they could jump into the car with them, call a truce.
“Let’s go with them,” she said. Michael protested instantly, but she gave him a look. He was tired, and he knew it. They handled them well enough in the shop, they could do it again.