White lies

@Monamina:

Thank you sososososo much for the review <3 It means a lot to me!
Sadly its not only gonna be from the zombies POV alone. It kinda changes between three people (you get to know the second one in this chapter XD). Though the zombie will get quite a few POVs later on ;)

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Chapter 2 – POV Richard

It was hot. Damn-fucking-hot! I understood why the hell we were supposed to wear all this protection, but that didn‘t change the fact that it annoyed me. It was summer, it was in the middle of the day, and we had to wear black. Why the hell choose black? It wasn‘t like those creepy monsters actually had the ability to see colours, as far as we knew. They chased by following smells, sounds or body heat, not because someone was wearing a pink shirt or something. So I was rather annoyed at whoever was resposible for this. Sure, it looked cool, but I‘d rather be comfortable than cool, while running around the city and gunning down Zombies, or Infected, or whatever else they were called.

It had been somewhat around a year now, since the first infected showed up. Nobody ever figured out how it happened, and everything went pretty quick. People got eaten, died, turned and while there were quite a few survivors, it didn‘t accumulate to more than 1/32 of the prior human population. While the exact numbers were unknown, it was widely known that no one outside of the camps survived for a long time. And now, a year after shit went down, it was finally decided that we could start with the clean-up. Kill the zombies, catch a few here and there, so some mad scientist can cut them open and try to figure out what the hell happened and recover the cities.

It had gone well so far. The Infected were hardly quick or intelligent, there were just lots of them, and thats what made it dangerous. So all the people who had a military background, like me, got thrown together to build groups and start cleaning up. A few died, but most survived. And those who did die, did so for a good cause, if you ask me. Cause I was friggin annoyed at waiting for everything to sort itself out, and if I am honest, I was craving ice-cream.

Not just any ice-cream though, but real good italien ice-cream. And guess what? Nobody made that shit anymore. So I was more than delighted to partake in rebuilding humanity and bring back a normal life. We had already taken back 10 cities and started to repopulate four of them, after enough defences had been build. And while this job was a pretty bad smelling one, it was also kinda fun to shoot off bodyparts of those creepers or win a round of ‚Who-killed-the-most‘. I was the winner more than once. At least something to be proud of in this world. Even if I hardly felt like participating in said game today, due to the heat.

I was more than happy when we had cleared the open streets and now only had to check the buildings for left overs. Most infected came running, or crawling, straight at us once we started shooting. The sounds making them go feral and so much human smell most likely hungry. So walking through the buildings was mostly relaxing, and it was rare that a zombie was stuck somewhere so badly that it couldn‘t leave on its own. So I was surprised when we entered a two story building and one of my comrades, who walked straight upstairs, started shouting.

„Guys! Come here! You have to see this!“

I followed, slighty interested, but mostly annoyed, cause I was used to some of the men shouting just because they killed an infected and it looked funny how their head came off or something. But once I entered the room, standing somewhere in the back, I saw that indeed there was no corpse, but one of those creepers sitting in a corner. I exchanged looks with one of the guys to my right, who looked just as confused as me. This was new. Those creepers normally attacked as soon as possible. The leader of our group didn‘t seem to have much more of a clue than we had.

„Sure it‘s alive? And not just dried up or somethin‘?“, someone asked.

But as if on cue, the guy, or more like boy, turned his head, stared and turned around again to continue doing pretty much nothing.

„Don‘t think it is.“, Barry laughed.

He was a big guy, and one of the few I got along with.

„Let‘s take him. Bet the doctor would love to see this...“ our commander decided, turning on his walky-talky to inform whoever else was on the other end, about what we would bring. With a wave of his hand he told us to get moving, so we did. Someone grabbed the kids arms, accidently trowing him to the floor, before pulling him back up and pushing him along. Since there was hardly any space I started down the stairs first, followed by the infected and his guard. But before I reached the floor a body slammed against me. Too surprised to do anything I tumbled down, with a body on top of me. A second later the smaller one was pulled off me.

„You okay, man?“, I could hear the amusement in Barry‘s voice, even if he was trying to pull himself together.

„Fuck you.“, I spat and stood up.

The stenge that normally surrounded these creatures apparently got stuck on my uniform. Cause it was way more intensive than I had ever smelled it before and I had to gag.

„Come on. Pull yourself together, men!“

Well, appaerently mister commander was annoyed. Which was great, cause I was as well. In all honesty, I just wanted to get back, take off my clothes and wash. Get rid of all the sweat and dirt and whatever else this undead kid had left on me. Talking about the kid, he was now being carried by his guard and G. Yeah, G, just G, he never told anyone his full name, guess it must be an embarrassing one or something.

„What do we do with him?“ G asked once we were standing in front of our transports. We had one van and a smaller car. You gotta take what you can get your hands on during a zombie-apocalyps, not like we had any way of choosing what we wanted to ride in.

„Put him in the trunk. I don‘t want everything to smell like death.“

„Should we put Rich in the trunk as well than?“, Barry joked, laughing at me.

„Fuck off, Barry! You can be the one sharing the trunk with him..“ I glared, but I don‘t think he took me serious at all. Well, no wonders there. My build might be broad, but I was nothing against that giant.

„Guys… just stop...“

So we did, and a moment later our prisoner/zombie boy was stashed away in our car. Nice, now I just had to hope that they chose someone else to clean up the mess he was making at the moment.