"Holy Shit!" Eyes wide, I turned around to see the person that had saved my life, and I was greeted with a kid about my age, longish blonde hair, quite tall and slim, wearing a full Nike tracksuit, bag in one hand knife in the other. He looked like he'd just came out of the Olympics for kids.
I stuttered a few noises, but I couldn't think of what to say. "Thank you so much, you're... you're alive? How, how, What the fuck is going on? What was that thing, Who are you what... thank you so fucking much!" And he looked at me, dead in the eye and said, "Its alright, just... just calm down okay?" and smiled.
"Okay, okay. It's just I've been looking for people for four days and, and I was scared to death, I heard something following me and it... it attacked me and then all of a sudden someone turns up! Life it's bloody shit you know that?" I stuttered in one breath.
"Yes... Yes I do know that, I've been looking for someone like myself who had survived the whole dark cloud thing that fucking ended the bloody world, and I'm scared too, but I didn't give up and neither did you, and now we found each other. There must be others, so we need to keep our heads on and find other survivors. So calm down." He reassuringly instructed. Eventually I calmed down, as if none of this had happened.
"Right, now that you've calmed down, who are you?" He asked me,
"Logan. Logan Carter. I'm 13 years old and from Newcastle, what about you?"
"Jesus Christ! You're from Newcastle?! We are in Cambridge! You've walked nearly... 300 miles!! In how long?"
"Four days." I muttered.
"Fucking hell, right, right, you need some rest, right. I'm Charlie, Charlie Propper, I'm 13 as well, I'm from Peterborough. I've just walked around here to find somebody, anybody and I assumed you were from around here. I looked for days, days that I spent all alone. And to answer your question from before, that thing that tried to kill you are the dead humans bodies being control by the acids and toxins that boil the blood, and then once the humans are dead it controls their brain, making what I just call zombies. I know this because my brother was a scientist and survived the first day of the end of the world, we studied all day and figured it out but then he died, joining everyone else, all of my family, my friends and just everybody...
So they are relatively common except for the fact that not all humans are turned into the so called zombies. But all I have is a knife on me now but I have guns at camp."
"Guns?!" I exclaimed.
"Yep, but we need to get back to camp so follow me, it won't take to long to get there!"
I followed Charlie down the road, which was more walking for my body that ached, stung and couldn't take anything anymore.
He stopped suddenly and turned to face me.
"What? What's the matter?" I was worried now, his eyes deep into mine.
"From now on you can call me Chazzer."