Snippet #2282153

Will Taylor

Those mean men, his back hurt where they shot him. Now that he had a chance to sit still while he sat and watched the horde the pain started getting to him, it wasn’t anything near what he would be experiencing if he were, well, alive, but it still smarted. He grunted in irritation as he fidgeted from his spot on the ground, watching as the numerous undead piled on top of each other to grasp at a chance for a mouthful of flesh from the body. It would be a lie if Will said he wasn’t tempted to try and wriggle his way in there for a bite, after all, fresh meat in the quantities he needed it didn’t come by very easily.

A sudden scream jerked his mind away from his thoughts of pain and hunger, “Bug?” he uttered worriedly in his gravelly voice. The horde had finished their meal and the scream had attracted their attention, they began to shuffle clumsily towards the source of noise and Will darted forward to push and pull at them in vain; there were too many. Another scream came from the distance but this one was distinctly male and then Will remembered the stranger that had come right before he’d left. Yes, that must be him and the one before, if he thought about it, it didn’t sound like his Bug or kitty girl so they were alright.

Will. His body stiffened at the sound of his name and he turned in time to see what he thought was kitty girl running away. He cocked his head curiously and quickly crawled forward; sniffing the ground like a bloodhound he could smell his sister and their new friend clearly. Yes! They’d gotten away! Momentarily he hopped around on all fours, grunting excitedly before taking off down the alley in pursuit of them.

The smell of blood was thick but it wasn’t fresh blood, this was old, dead blood and as Will turned the corner he could see it was a very dead undead that was causing the smell. He slid to a stop as he came around the corner, noisily crashing into a group of trash cans before tackling Suzie ungracefully to the ground. “Bug!” Will did understand that other undead meant trouble for his sister and other living friends but he also wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box and was very excitable, tending to forget the art of silence until clear of all danger. He nuzzled Suzie’s face and pet her hair, practically wallowing on her while she was on the ground before popping up and petting Alana’s hair and face. It was all ritualistic; he just had to make sure they were alright. The ritual was cut short though by the sounds of groans and shuffling feet. Will’s noisy entrance had attracted unwanted attention.

The undead appeared from both sides of the alley and Will hissed and growled at them as they began making their way towards his sister and Alana. Up, Will, up, that’s where Bug always told him to go when they were in trouble. He looked up at the ledges of the windows and immediately grabbed Alana, putting her arms around his neck then began scaling up the brick wall. Once he reached the ledged window, he jumped to the opposite ledge and repeated the process until he had deposited Alana safely onto the roof. Will then made his way down to his sister as the horde came dangerously close to her. He dropped down and roared angrily at them, swiping a few away before grabbing hold of Suzie and making his way up the wall and away from the horde’s grasping hands. After setting Suzie down on the rooftop, he pat his stomach to let her know he was hungry as if they hadn’t just made a harrowing escape from near death.

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“Yeah. Had to do that to my baby sister a while back.” Beck nodded silently as Shay confided what she’d had to do in the past. Practically anyone you ran into these days had to make terrible decisions like that but no matter how many times you had to make a tough choice; it didn’t make it any easier. He continued to listen in silence as she explained where she got her swing from and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “You sound like you were an awesome big sister.” It was awful, the bonds that were broken by this outbreak but he always liked remembering the happy times, the fond memories instead of the sad and bitter parts. Always look for a silver lining, even in a zombie apocalypse.

”So I guess we just pick one then, and get up there?” He nodded his head, still keeping alert despite their quiet back and forth conversation. “Yea sounds about as good as anything right now. Like you said, hopefully we won’t get stuck up top for too long but if we play it right I bet we’ll make it out of the city without a scratch.” Now, the question was which building would be the winner today? “Oh! Hey look, there’s a fire escape on the side of that building over there. That’s a pretty easy way up. Come on.”

A few cautions looks left and right then he made his way across the street to the building and down the alley a little ways to get to the fire escape. “Oof, looks kind of rickety up close. You’re lighter, why don’t you go up first?” He paused for a moment, thinking maybe that stating a structure looks unstable then saying someone else should go first didn’t really sound like the most kosher thing in the world. “I swear that’s not me making an attempt on your life I just happen to think that’s a better idea than putting my hefty ass up there.”