"Alex. Get up... please." I muttered strongly to myself, clenching my fists. The smell and sound of rain swirled all around me as I stared at the lying, as if dead figure on the wet asphalt. It was Alex, laid still across the road as the many rain drops from the gray clouds above showered upon her still body.
"A-Alex... I can't lose you too." I said, kneeling down in the cold ground in defeat. "I... I just can't."
Her face was almost unrecognizable. She had burns and blisters dotted all over her skin, with the brown clothes sticking unto it. Her once perfect blonde hair burnt up almost into an ugly side-cut you couldn't even imagine.
It was a hellish nightmare made reality.
My vision turned a blur as tears slid down my rough face, falling unto the ground below as I stared at the body of Alex -hoping that, by any miracle, she would rise up and greet me with the usual hey she would always give me.
"P-Please..." I pleaded, maybe to that God they all pray to. "I just... wanted to live a simple life. I-I... didn't ask for this."
"NOBODY ASKED FOR THIS!" I screamed.
Nothing. As I always expected.
Not the pleas nor the cries, not even the anguish we all faced could move Him. As I, a past Christian, once believed: "Life would be okay if you believed in the Almighty. As long as you had faith in Him, he will lead you to the right path."
My father would always say that.
"He knows the way. Just follow the Father." He would preach. "He has awesome plans in store for each and everyone of his children."
"Haha. Nice joke." I muttered, remembering the day my father passed away.
Crack. A faint, almost non-existent noise was heard on top of one of the silent buildings. I almost thought it was just in my head, but that would just be foolish.
"Who's there?!" I shouted as I wiped the tears off my brazen face, bringing out my Eagle and clicked the hammer. As the rain eventually came to a standstill, there was only either silence or the sound of droplets surrounding the area.
Then, a groan resonated faintly along the building walls along with heavy sounds of uncoordinated footsteps nearing the doorway of the structure.
It was tense. I still couldn't get over what happened to Alex, my hands shaking like noodles. I tried to keep my focus to the building by the side of the road, with my eyes wandering time to time again to the corpse of Alex.
Focus. I told myself. She's... gone now.
As the slight, eerie breeze passed through slowly across the asphalt, broken cranes swayed slowly on top of the hollow skyscrapers, creating a sound like doors creaking echoing all over the ghost city of New York.
Tense with cautiousness, I gripped the handle of the pistol much stronger, almost pulling the trigger.
Then, came out a figure from the building. Human, but not. The actions of the person were not at all human in behavior.
Tsk. It's one of those again. I muttered. A zombie as I wanted to call, or formally addressed as the Infested. Humans whom nest a parasite of a certain Insecar inside the frontal lobe of the brain.
I can take it. I said. It's not like that colossal worm from before.
As I readied my pistol, took aim on to the Infected, and set to fire, I noticed something was off.
The short, blonde hair of the figure, those tattoos, and those gears. There was no doubt about it.
"Oh god, no no no."
It was Amir.