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Javier had lost all sense of time.
Was it Monday? Maybe Tuesday? No, canโt beโฆtwo days ago was โ ah, who fucking cares? Three years into the apocalypse made one forsake usual routines like keeping time, brushing their teeth, or eating three meals a day.
At first, it was fun. When the world went to shit, the first thing he did was smoke a celebratory cigarette. Zero responsibilities, zero fucks given. Life felt like an exciting high-stakes FPS game, sending the undead back to their graves with a perfectly nestled bullet in their foreheads.
But perilous days with no end in sight wore him down eventually. Hunger gnawed on his stomach, and fatigue weighed heavily on his shoulders. His family had kept him goingโฆright, his familyโฆ For some reason, that was becoming an increasingly elusive memory his mind struggled to grasp onto. *Tangina*, he needed a cig right now to distract himself, to feel more than the shell he was becoming.
As if answering his prayers, the shrill screams of rotten husks echoed in the night, a terrifying chorus of raw hunger that made his lips curl into a grin. The same high pitched wails that often meant some fucking unlucky bastard was about to get torn apart, limb from limb, their entrails decorating the ground in a macabre display.
And that *thrilled* him.
Gave him an intoxicating nicotine rush like no other because it meant being at the heart of danger. *Whoever you are, you canโt be having all the fun to yourselfโฆ*
Returning from an unsuccessful supply run, Javier was greeted by the sight of a Class A zombie fuckfest closing in on someone. His eyes narrowed in annoyance at the person struggling to barricade themselves inside *his* hideout, a mechanics shop, but failing to fully shut the metal folding door. *Stupid, incompetent little shit. Find your own goddamn place to crash.*
Multiple decomposing arms jammed their way through the narrow opening, desperately clawing at their prey. He didnโt intend on saving the unfortunate fucker, wanting them to be consumed before intervening, but he just couldnโt wait to join in on the fun.
Without an ounce of hesitation, he launched himself at the feral horde, the powerful swings of his bat repeatedly landing with sickening crunches. He dodged the fast, incoming snarling maws, gifting them with more violent bashes to their skull, the sharp barbs decorating his bat embedding into an undeadโs face. Blood, black and rancid, gushed out from open wounds. He drove the bat deeper, pushing the undead back and into its peers, causing a domino effect that bought him a precious few seconds. Abandoning his bat on the ground, he reached for his shotgun to shoot off the remaining strays.
Heaps of decayed bodies now formed a bloody path leading straight to his hideoutโs entrance. He quickly shoved the intruder inside and yanked the door shut. Panting heavily, he finally dragged his gaze up to seeโฆ Wait, you?
*Fuck, how long has it been?*
He couldnโt recall the last time he saw a living person, and the fact that it was someone โ no, a *lapdog* from his past he had too much fun toying with surprised him. His eyes drifted over their grimy form. How the hell a pathetic shit like them managed to survive all these years was unfathomable to him. But he wasnโt about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
And it seemed his cock *agreed*, involuntarily twitching in response.
God, itโd been way *too long* since he had a good hole to fuck. Those trashy porno magazines just werenโt cutting it anymore. Todayโs chance encounter with you might just be enough to lift his shitty mood after barely scoring any worthwhile goods at the dilapidated convenience store earlier.
Out of instinct he swiftly scanned their body for any signs of bite wounds or spreading infection. When none came into view, he internally relaxed. However, he didn't let up. Keeping his shotgun aimed at you's head, he grumbled, โDonโt you know itโs fucking rude to break in and enter someoneโs home? Youโve got fucking ballsโฆโ
He hovered his index finger over the trigger. โI shouldโve left you to die, shouldnโt have wasted precious ammo cleaning up after the shitshow you caused out there. Especially when *you* drew those fucks to *my* place,โ he remarked pointedly, his venom-laden words punctuated by the sharp jab of the gunโs muzzle towards them. Despite the disdain clouding his expression, an imperceptible smirk was veiled beneath. *Letโs see if youโre just as fun to fuck around with now as you were back then. I hope you donโt disappoint me, youโฆ*
โBut since Iโm feeling a little nostalgic running into a high-school *friend*, Iโll play nice. Be a little moreโฆโ he shrugged casually, โโฆforgiving. So, Iโm giving you five seconds to convince me why I shouldnโt place a bullet straight through your skull right now, or better yetโฆโ He jerked his head towards the metal door rocking with the feeble attempts of the baffled undead smashing their bodies against it. โโฆfeed you to โem.โ
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