“See you around,” Marx said before heading out.
The sun was lowering in the sky, and he knew he needed to get back before dark at least. He drew his gun and held a knife in his other hand. He was a good hundred yards from the store when he passed through an area spotted with shadows, up against a tree line. Marx, a bit buzzed and careless, didn’t monitor his surroundings as usual, and was taken by surprise when a hand reached for his arm. He shouted and used his knife to lash out at what turned out to be a zombie, leaving a cut. Then he stabbed towards the zombie’s eye, but missed. The knife struck into the Affected’s nose and broke. The part of the blade where it had snapped cut Marx’s hand. He stumbled back a bit and aimed his gun then fired.
Once the zombie was down, he turned tail and ran back towards the campus.
Persephone panted heavily, blood smeared on her cheek as she bent down over the very last zombie she had killed. It was an entire mini herd. And while zombies could sometimes coordinate themselves, it was nowhere near that good.
It had to have been planned.
Marx passed the dam and came up close to the campus. He caught Persephone from the corner of his eye.
“Perseph- I thought you’d already gone back?” he said.
But then he saw the zombies.
“Oh.”
"Something is going on." Persephone pants.
“What’s up?” Marx asked, “Is everything okay? Let’s make our way back. We can talk about it while we go.”
Nodding, Persephone begins to follow him. "Someone lead a whole herd to the damn. There was no way there could ever be a herd that big."
"A herd? Of Affected?" Marx asked, almost unbelieving, "You really think someone did that? God, what is it with people out here and trying to kill each other?"
"No clue." Persephone sighs, pulling open the door to the college.
(STOP DYING OR I WILL PUNCH SOMEONE!!!!!)
(Well, I suppose this is officially dead.)
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