Can you survive in a zombie apocalypse? discussion
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May 03, 2021 02:36PM
Luke nodded, looking towards her. He looks back out at the sunset and sighs, he could allow himself this. This moment of ease.
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Cyra yawns, “Well, if you want to go to bed bows your chance, unless you want to take first watch.”
"I'll take first watch." He said. He checked his magazine and was satisfied and clipped it back on. "You can sleep first." He told her.
“Suit yourself.” Cyra walked back inside and into her room to go to bed.
Luke walked in after her and sat in the stairwell, ears waiting for noise and pistol drawn.
Cyra layer her head down on the bed and closed her eyes. Knowing she won’t be able to fall asleep.
Luke wanded up and down the halls, hoping nothing would come in. He peeked into each room and hall.
Cyra listened to Luke walking around on the floors above her. Ugh could he be any louder, she thought to herself, I know I’m not going to sleep but I would still like some peace and quiet.
Finally he found a balcony that over looked the entrance and he sat. The darkness of night crept closer.
Suddenly Cyra heard a door slam downstairs. She quickly hops off her bed and grabs her shot gun axe racing out of her room and down the stairs.
Luke heard it as well and leapt to his feet. He ran through the building trying to find the source of the sound.
Cyra got to the floor level and started looking around. Half hoping it was just Luke and half hoping it was some zombies to kill.
Luke saw Cyra and rushed over. "Do you know what the noise was?" He asked quickly. He scanned the room with his eyes.
“Well if it wasn’t you or me, then it must have been a zombie.” She says and continues to search through the rooms with Luke.
"Great." He mumbled. He stepped through a doorway and heard a smash. "Cyra. Over here." He called out.
Cyra ran over to him. “What is it? Did you here something?” She loudly whispers. She peeks through the doorway into the room and doesn’t see anything at first but then spots movement across the room. “Over there.” She points.
"Zombie." He said calmly. He steps forward twice to get a better view. "It's a fresh one, but a zombie for sure." He says turning to Cyra.
Cyra starts walking out forwards the zombie, readying her shot gun axe to kill. “I got this.” She says as she’s coming up on the zombie.
Luke follows her anyway. He knew it was always best to have backup. "Go for it." He said softly.
She smirks back at him and advances on the zombie. Cyra raises her weapon to her eye and takes aim at the zombies head. She shoots the gun and the zombie falls then gets back up coming torwards them.
Luke grumbles and let's out three shots, all directly into the zombie's head. He was going to do his best to protect her since he had failed every time before.
Cyra runs up to the zombie and chops it’s head of with her axe. “You know, everyone loves guns and knives, but axes are so much better.”
"The one downside is that you get a little to close for comfort." He said, holstering the gun. "Do you leave them or dispose of them?" He asked.
“I burn them usually.” She says and takes a match box out of her jacket pocket. “Here grab the body and drag it outside.” Cyra grabs the head and starts heading for the front doors.
He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hand. He held the zombie around its neck and dragged out the door. "Lovely." He said blandly. He carried out this type of work as carefully and efficiently as possible, he couldn't stand to be near one longer than necessary.
Cyra set the head down gently and lit a match and threw it on the head. “Set it there.” She points to on top of the head.
Luke nodded, tossed the body onto the flame and watched as heat and fire consumed it. As it burned he had to turn away, all he could think about was how many times he'd had to do that, and to people he loved.
Cyra turns away and walks back inside. These body’s deserve burials, and funerals. Not being consumed by flames and left out to the wind, she thought to herself. “You get some rest, I’ll take the watch.”
"No, no. I'm not tired at all. A bit of a rush at the moment." He told her quickly.
“Go. To. Bed.” She says sternly. “I’ll wake you up if I need you. Besides, you shouldn’t be very active with those stitches in, and we need to leave by the end of the week before more zombies come.”
He had forgotten about the stuffed and he ran his fingers over them through his shirt. "Fine." He said, equally as stern. He walked through the doors and walked up the stairs.
Cyra followed him but kept on going all the way to the roof. Because of the apocalypse a lot of the pollution had disappeared so now it was a clear bright night sky. Cyra swung her weapon on to her back and walked to the edge of the roof looking out.
Luke collapsed into the bed, right on top of the covers, he was actually exhausted. He tried to stop himself from falling asleep, but he was out in minutes.
Cyra walked around the roof for a while practicing with her shot gun axe and watching for zombies, but stopped when she saw the sun coming up and headed back inside.
Luke kept sleeping, even with the slight noise, he was subconsciously grateful for all the sleep that he was getting.
Cyra ate a donut and stomped back up into Luke’s room. “Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.” She says and holds an open bottle of water above his head.
Luke jerks awake. "Rude." He says as he rubs his eyes, sitting on the side of the bed. "Did you say sleeping beauty?" He asked incredulously.
“Yes I did, but don’t expect a kiss.” She says,”Now, take your shirt off.”
"Sorta sounds like it." He smirked, but he did as she asked. He pulled his shirt over his head.
Cyra smiles and starts to examine his stitches. “Well, they look alright so you can put your shirt back on if you want.” She stands and throw a bag of mini donuts at him,”Eat those quickly princess, we need to go back to that gas station today.”
"I am not a princess." He told her. He slipped his shirt back on and grabbed his pack. "When are we going?" He asked.
“Now,” she said then adds on,”And, ya, you are princess.”
"In what way Cyra?" He asked her as he followed her out the door of his room down to the main hall.
“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.” She says and smirks.”Besides, you to pretty to be a prince.” She adds on sarcastically.
Luke rolled his eyes and hoisted his bag onto his shoulder. "Well then, let's get going." He said, putting on his colder face, whatever he was going to face out there, he had to face rationally.
“You are way to serious.” She laughs and hoists her backpack onto her back and heads out the door to the car.
"I'm rational. There's a difference Cyra." He tells her.((let's shift to the gas station))
“Maybe, maybe not.” She answers.((K))
"Sure." He says after thinking for a moment.
Luke continues to apply the pressure until she slips into sleep. He lets out the sob he'd been holding as he put the vial away. He sat in the chair in the corner of her room and put his head in his hands and the sobs racked his body. He felt like he'd failed again.
