Dreaming Restless discussion

(Zombie Apocalypse)

((This is gonna be soo fun!))


Fern trembled, hiding inside an abandoned building.

Gregory moaned to himself, clutching his shoulder. He'd been surprised to wake up and find that everything he'd thought to be a dream was true. He blinked twice and looked around the abandoned building, disoriented. The faded dayllight was hardly seeping through the cracks of the boarded windows as afternoon slowly slipped away. He peeled away the bandages on his upper arm and blinked. The wound that was there had been cleaned thouroughly, and he was praying that if he kept it that way, maybe he'd fight the infection. Slowly the man let out a breath, running a hand through his greying hair. "Damn."

Fern stood, shaking slightly. She had no where to go, no one to go to. Her hand tightened around the knife her brother had given her, before he had run off.

Greg rolled off the torn and rotting matress he'd dragged inside and cleaned his wound. He bandaged his arm, buttoning up his shirt once again, and picking up his pack. Within minutes he was trekking down the abandoned road, pistol in hand.

Fern walked to the doorway and peered out. There was nothing there so she stepped out into the open. The air was hot and her bangs clung to her forhead.

The world seemed quiet. No movement. Everything looked ashen. But, he supposed, that was what happened when the apocalypse hit. The human race just vaporized before their eyes, well some, the ones that lived had turned zombie, and that infection spread. It was deadly. Greg held up his gun, seeing movement

Fern heard heavy footfalls and ducked into a bush for cover. It rustled and she cursed mentally.

He let out a slow breath. He couldn't risk shooting another human. He cursed, a zombie creeping up on the bush he was aimed at. He swallowed and digit at the zombie.

A gun shot erupted over top of her head. She screamed and dove out of the bush, cutting her hand open with her knife. She cried out in pain and, clutching her bleeding hand, tried to run away from the shooting.

"Hey!" Greg shouted. "Dont move!" he roared, shooting again. Another zombie with rotting skin and one eye moaned, paused, and fell down, if not dead then stunned.

Fern heard a shout and buried her face in her hands. This is how i'm going to die, she thought in despair.

He reached through the bush and grabbed something. Someone. Human, he could feel it in their skin. He yanked their hand, pulling them

Someone grabbed her and she screamed. "Let me go!" She cried. She lashed out wildly with her knife.

Greg felt the cool metal slice his arm. "Ow!" he shouted. "What the hell!" he clutched his arm.

Fern torn free of the man's grasp and ran a few feet away before turning around, her knife held protectively in front of her.

He grimaced at the bloody gash on his arm. "Damn it woman." he cursed. "I save you from zombies and you shank me?"

Fern lowers her knife. The thing that grabbed her was not a zombie. It was human. A man. "I-I'm sorry. I was scared." She said softly. She was still scared. She had no idea who this guy was. He could be carrying the disease for all she knew.

He grimaced and rifled through his bag, pouring some alcohol on the wound and bandaging it. "Yeah, yeah." he sighed. "I'm Gregory. Who are you?"

"Fern." She told him in a stronger voice. She took a small step towards him.

"Well, Fern, it's nice to see another live person."

"Same here." She stepped even closer.

He raised a brow. "Where are you headed?"

"I don't really have a destination. I'm just trying to stay alive." She answered.

"Welcome to the group then."

She raised her eyebrow. "What group? Your all by yourself."

"It was sarcasm." he said wearily. "Im traveling as well."

"Where are you going?"

"To the coast, I think." he replied. "Less people,, less zombies."

She nodded, considering. He was the only human she had seen for weeks now and she wasn't about to give him up. "I'm coming along then." She decided.

"Fine." he agreed. "Ive been looking around for a medic lately, have you seen a hospital or an abandoned ambulance around?" he asked. Ever since he was infected, he had to constantly clean the wound. He w
as 99% sure it would heal... Eventually.

Fern nodded. "I just came from a city. There was a hospital there."

He exhaled. "Back west? I'm heading east.."

She sighed and ripped a strip of fabric off her shirt and wound it tightly around her hand. She winced when the fabric touched her ripped open skin but shook it out. "I'm sure there's some kind of hospital out there." She mumured.

"Probably," he agreed. "Ill treat your wound when we stop. Let's get a move on."

She slipped her knife through her belt lope and ran after him.

He walked slow, boots clunking. "We should find a vehical.. A car.. I could probably hotwire it or something.."

"That would probably be best." She agreed.

He nodded as they walked. "Let me know.

"Let you know what?"

"If you see a truck. Car, whatever. Anything we can use."

"Okay." She said and scanned the area with her bright green eyes.

Wearily, Greg shuffled along. His arm throbbed. He needed meds, something, but he'd do that later. Slowly they made their way.

"Oh hey look!" Fern exclaimed, pointing at a small car.

"Yhats what I'm talking about." he grinned. He walked over to it and pried open the door. "Sweet."

Fern rolled her eyes. He was such a guy. She walked over to the passenger side and pulled the door open. It smelt funny inside but that didnt matter. What mattered was that it started and took them as far away from here as possible.

He popped the hood with ease. "Start it when I tell you." he slipped out his key to his apartment. "Youll need that for the ignition."

"Will it work?" She took it from him and looked at it doubtfully.

"Trust me." he walked around the front and started hotwiring.

She sat down in the front seat and waited.