I said, “I was born to live in a world of whites, I just never knew it.
Zed and Murphy once again find the struggles of mundane life becoming harder and harder to sustain from. Haunted by the Hoard just beyond reach, and the cruelty of survivors towards others still with a heart beating in their chests, it’s no wonder the blood can soon run as cold as ice in those left in such a tormented world. Following the deaths of Mandi and Russel, neither man knew how to proceed, taking in a newly shattered world with few less people they loved and trusted.
Murphy was right. Other people's fears would haunt us forever.
Torn between his loyalties to those he trusted with every beat of his heart, and looking into the shadows to reclaim the lands from the Smart Ones and Whites, Zed Zane is losing his grips on his very sanity. Once so vibrant and strong, now withered away into the shell of who he was before the virus overtook everything he ever knew as normal. Bound into their lives, he couldn't merely stumble away, as his thoughts and his heart were beginning to circle back to Steph, someone with the immunity running through her veins. Where his skin was an ashen pale, sickly in the lights, hers' was tanned into a healthy glow and his feelings were far jumbled to recognize what he had while it still had a heartbeat.
I was drowning in numbness, and when I came up for air, all I felt was hurt.
As the group stumbled to survive, they mange a chance encounter with Steve and Angie, leaving Murphy, Zed, and Dallhover once more staring into the emptiness of the barrel. Then I got mad. "God damnit. I fucking knocked. Why'd you let me come in if you were going to put a gun to my neck when I got inside. His temper flaring, he felt fearless for the first time in a long while, meeting others' who held to a natural hue while infections ran rampant throughout the cities. Austin was under fire,raging down every city block and tranquil neighborhood while a hoard thousands strong of hairless naked Whites were scavenging out those still living. "What, so you can shoot them too? Well fuck you, I don't like this world anymore, anyway. I need a rest." Coming to shattered terms with those around him could hardly be counted as trustworthy,the trio were fighting every odd to make it back to the girls, and nobody would stand in the way. Then, without turning, I hollered, "Don't come in. Fucktard has a gun on me.' Those that found the rarity of loyalties and friendship in the post apocalyptic world, better hold to their treasures, because such a thing was so far removed anymore.
Murphy laughed again, "Zed the cockroach. This is some funny shit." "A cockroach?" I was offended.
Finding new survivors was supposed to be a blessing, not a curse so drowned out in misery and hatred. It should of shined a light onto the possibility of rebuilding the world, but instead only furthered the outline of destruction in ways the Whites never could replicate. As they stumbled upon a group hidden in clear view on an island, it was only the before understanding of the terror the Whites held for the water that was keeping them safe, but among them held secrets and a man with an evil burning through his heart. This would emerge Gretchen and Paul, two survivors without the shared agenda of Jay Booth, a man who took Megan, Rachel, and Steph away from Zed, and that was simply too far to be pushed. Raiding their island was easy, bringing Jay to his knees all the sweeter, but the pain would bring him to his knees as the White's grabbed a hold of Steph, and drug her beneath them before him with nothing he could do to save her. Now, the possibility of living was such a short cry, and he looked as those non infected and saw the same betrayal on their faces as he saw on Jay's, the idea they'll never fully trust or accept him and Murphy. As they both were still monsters with flesh. As they separated form the group, Murphy spend days nursing the frail Zed back to a stand-able health, leaving behind everyone else for his best friend in such a tattered world.
Stomping again, Murphy came up to me, raised his fist, and though I saw it coming from ten steps away, I didn't do anything to avoid it. He punched me in the face so hard that I didn't even feel it.
Just get to the water. Just get to the water.
"Me too, I haven't had to run for my life in over twenty-four hours."