Canabal

The axe spiralled down as the story came to a close. I watched as my blood splattered on the ground as my head veered away, slipping along the floor, How did it come with this. Well it had started with who I am and who I would be. I am Ren Oria, a genderless human being, a normal and average person who had zero emotions. So basically a perfect person to con from.

The Quest for every human being, started in the morning, the day longed out and blurry winds that seemed more confused then the citizens facing a crisis down below on earths surface. Perhaps it had something to do with the upside down house, the corpses running around biting every living thing or the dog being chased by the cat. Personally I think it was the Corpses, or lets say Zombies, for now. Basically it was the zombie apocalypse.... and I was going through survival things. Packets of dried raisins, canned tuna, a bottle of water which I emptied into a seperate thick plastic container (Tin could case water poisoning, along side the normal water bottles crutch up and make noise), a knife and axe (which I took from the mountain climbing), climbing ropes (2), a bag to fit it all, and flints And I was good. So I guess I was going through and due what all or most humans would do, Survive and find a way to stop the zombies.

The first kill had ironically been a human being, instead of the man eating zombies. A straight slice with the axe through the flesh, I found out how the thyroid looked like. You see, I didn't bother facing off against the zombies and sticked to running off to a nearby sewer opening. I mean it not usually shown in Apocalypse movies, but seriously it right there, it connect all over, zombies can't really reach it unless the hatch is open. Though perhaps it was due to unfeeling stink of it, you could practically taste it as you breathed in through the nose which you use your hands to cover up, in any hopes of waving of the stench. I had set up in an abandoned subway, which was abandoned to rust and splinter of. Hey, I guess if there was a turtle mutation, we would get ninjas to deal with it all or something. Rats had scuttled along as I tried to clear it up. I had set up a thick wire fence, which I found in a store close by a rusted sewer hatch, around my bag to keep the critters away as I worked around. Picking up trash, I piled them up in the middle, begging for it not the blow off and spread off around the tunnel again like a wave, that I often saw on the beach. Standing up with my back cracking, I had decided to go find a bed store, not forgetting the axe while I climbed out.

Dodging the zombies weren't hard since, no one thought of sticking around the bed store for safety. Though I guess that means the convince stores and hospitals would be overflowing by now. The hard part had been getting in without alerting anyone, though it has seemed luck was on my side that day, as I had found keys gripped in the hands of a corpse nearby that seemed as if it had been too eaten to continues its life, if that is you considered zombies a living beings. Going through a corpse wasn't that nice, and I WAS a teenager of many UNIQUE manners, so before yanking the keys form the vice grip of the dead man(?) I had said a pray to the gods above. Slowly clicking the keys in, when it swung open, revealing the fact it hadn't been close at all. The lights still suspend on, as if mocking the present calmness to the blundering morning of a normal human spring day. Perhaps it was, a personification by the gods boredom and musing. Snorting at that, I was quick to pick the smallest, lightest, but still big enough to let me sleep on it, mattress. With me, gently bringing it around through the door. and out in the middle of the dried and blood splattered road. Adrenal spiked through me, it was a long time since I hade felt it working, Suddenly everything felt threatening.

Perhaps it was a good thing, as it allowed me to dodge a blow to the head, Dropping the mattress, I grabbed the axe squished between my teeth. And looked behind at my attacker, wielding a metal bat it was a middle aged man, who looked worse to wear, a ruffles goaty and your typical surviver getup, with brown jacket and black blooded bandages. Though I guess the difference was the crazy glint in his eyes, the blood dripping from his mouth to his beard and the fact of too-white-to-be-zombie flesh skewered between his teeth, showing signs of cannabalism. Something about the sight made me laugh.

"WHats so fun'y kid'" The canibal man asked licked his lips nervously, eyes the axe in my hand. His grip seemed to tighten on his own weapon, the battered good old iron bat.

"Oh nothin', but did cha' reall' have to due canabalism" I huffed, imitating his slang, spare hand wiping away some strand tears. Though the words seemed to anger the man to action.

"SO WHA?. YOU CANT JUDGE ME" Yelled the man, swinging the bat down. Dodging, I felt it scrape my forehead. My axe swung in an arc. and I knew... that I needed some more muscle strength. Add weights to the list of things to collect. Not even giving a flick of a glance to the new corpse on the already bloodied sidwalk, I yanked the mattress down, having to roll it up to fit down the sewer hatch. My first murder, though I guess there isn't a police system to arrest me so i guess I'm fine.