Snippet #2477132

Alex Chare ran through the icy streets, his ear ringing from explosions and screaming. People would occasionally fall, some gunned down and others just clumsy as fuck. Alex's eyes darted around the street, looking for a way to get out. Maybe some Fireflies would come to their rescue, or even soldiers. Unfortunately he was doubtful they would come. The Hunters were going to gun everyone down, and the ones they didn't would be tortured. Alex looked at his one remaining arm, would it be gone too? Alex was suddenly awoken from his thoughts by a man grabbing his shoulder. "You ok man? Why aren't you running?" The man was talking hurriedly, but he didn't look like he feared for his life. He seemed unnaturally calm. Alex attempted to sputter some words out. "I..." The man cut him off. "Just follow me! You don't want to get gunned down do ya?" Alex quickly followed the man into an alleyway, and hid in the shadows waiting for the Hunters to pass.

"Jesus man, you were like a deer in headlights out there." The man who had saved Alex's life was wearing a torn red hoodie and of course some jeans. On his back was a large backpack, which he laid out on the ground. The man began to tear through the pack, dropping random objects out of it. A Hello Kitty book light, an old joke book, a Gameboy, and a Batman action figure. "Here we go." The man said, and took out a hatchet and a pistol. "Here, take this." He then handed Alex the hatchet, while the man held the pistol tightly. As the man grabbed the random objects and stuffed them into the backpack. The man slung it over his shoulder, then began to smile, his goatee flying up with his mouth. "So stranger, what's your name. I think I'm going to call you 'Silent but Stumpy.'" The man smiled once again, and Alex began to reply. "The stump joke. Very funny. Anyways, name's Alex. You?"

"The name's Randall. Nice to meet ya' Alex. Follow me up here." The man jumped up onto a fire ladder, and began to pull himself up. Alex himself, climbed up on top of a dumpster, and reached out his hand. Randall replied with another joke. "Need a hand?"
"Haven't heard that one before." Alex replied, and took Randall's hand. Randall began to talk again. "So Alex, how exactly do you jerk off?"

"...What?"

"You know, relieve a little stress."

"Fuck you."

Finally pulling himself up, Alex was alarmed by the sound of loud footsteps, then "Over here!!" One of the Hunters was scurrying down the alleyway, looking at them. Randall shot towards the man, but the Hunter had a rifle, so Randall just backed off. "Shit. Let's go!" The Hunter began firing bullets off at them, while Alex and Randall just ran up the building, literally dodging a bullet. They jumped inside a already broken apart window, but luckily for them the glass had decayed enough for them to get through without getting cut.

"Shit man, what are we gonna do?" This time, Randall was asking the question. "I... don't know." Randall suddenly looked like he had a plan, and motioned Alex towards the hallway. "Go!" Alex looked dumbfounded, but just nodded his head and walked towards the hall. Suddenly, a crashing was heard and Alex briefly saw Randall pull up his gun. Unfortunately, Randall's body was blown back, as a bloody hole appeared in his stomach. The Hunter began to walk over towards Randall, and ripped off his backpack. The backpack was thrown to the ground, and the Hunter picked up Randall. "Goodnight, motherfucker!" He pressed Randall's body up against another window, and pushed him out. Alex was horrified at the sound of clickers and gnawing. "Holy shit." The Hunter turned around quickly, grinning and walking towards the hallway. "Looks like I missed one. Come here little baby."

Fucker. Alex stepped inside a open door, peering out from small hole already left in it. Once he could see the Hunter right outside, he slung open the door, hitting the man in the face. "Son of a bitch!" The Hunter cried out, and Alex ran out and rushed him with the axe. Unfortunately, the man had a quick reaction, and grabbed the hatchet before it could make contact. However, Alex had caught man off guard, and was able to push the axe into his shoulder. The Hunter yelped out in pain, and Alex ran for the backpack. Holding the axe in hand, he stared at the bleeding man, then spit at his body. "Fuck you." Alex ran for the window, looking out for Randall. There he was. Or what was left of him, anyways. Randall was being chewed apart by clickers. Where the fuck did they come from? Alex gulped at the man who saved him, but was turned around by a large hand. Turned around, he was met with a large fist, and blacked out.


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Alex woke up to groaning. A middle-aged man was lying on the floor, mumbling about how he didn't plan on dying today. Neither do I pal, but it doesn't look like we have a choice, Alex thought to himself. He looked around the room, and tried taking notice of the others, but was cut off by the older man's grunts. Alex turned around and repeated the words he hated the most.
"Need a hand?" And reached out his remaining arm.