Order in this world

Lesley looked out of the window of the Rover vehicle that was taking him and Liam to Deadpool-HQ . They had left home , Lesley was dressed in simple civilization clothes that made him look normal . But his toned body showed he exercised alot . Infact Lesley was very good looking .

He stood tall , with red hair that reached to his shoulders and a slim figure . His skin had freckles across it and his vibrant green eyes drew anyone who looked at him . Sharp eyebrows , and a shaped nose , met with light pink lips .

Very good looking indeed .

Presently they were in the residential area , where most civilians lived . They were tall buildings , most of them skyscrapers . And they had to be . A quarter of a million people people in an area of less than fifty kilometres had to have their own homes .

The area was split into two sections , the Orange area where the poorer people lived and this was close to the defence unit and the danger zone . Closer to Deadpool-HQ was where the rich and affiliated lived . That was where you could find normal houses and flats . Although the houses were far from the normal of today , they were made of material strong enough to survive a bomb .

When the apocalypse came , and the government decided to abandon those they deemed unimportant , they just selected cities to save . Those that had a few zombie infestations , were cleaned up and their CBD's were made safezones for the people . There were thousands across the world , most of them in capital cities and a few in large towns .

They all worked the same way with the rich closest to the center . The rich being the politicians and military families who first thought of the Safezones . They benefitted more than anyone .

It was disgusting .

Just because they led nations , because they had wealth , they believed themselves blessed enough to deserve the best . Whilst soldiers fought and died and children were killed they -

" Hey are coming out or not ? " Liam said and Lesley snapped out of his thoughts . He looked around to see other Rovers parked , with uniformed officers walking around , guns on their backs. A tall and vast black building stood infront of them , obscuring the sunlight and casting them in a cold shadow .

They had arrived inside Deadpool-HQ .

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There is a difference between fear and terror . The two feelings can often be confused for the other but there is a distinct line between them .

Fear was black and cold , when it gripped the soul , it was like Death had come and kissed you . The chilling touch of it causing you to freeze and cower like a mouse licked by a cat . The blackness , the uncertainty of what will happen next is what darkens the mind . Unable to think , unable to know what will happen , the heart and mind stop in their tracks . The blackness of fear is cold , it is confusing and suffocating .

But it pales in comparison to terror . The action that fear promises comes and then the confusion intensifies . The darkness clears to show a white background of nothingness so absolute the mind can't process it and wishes for escape . When the cat digs it's claws in the mouse , the terror grips it's reason and the body acts on instinct . The hot feeling of blood and pain , a promise that drives the heart insane . Beating fast and ferocious it denies the situation and tells the mind it's not happening , we're not in danger .

A sweet lie that makes the mind break into pieces . Only one thought lasts , dictating the senses ; escape . Escape the danger , the fulfilled promise given by fear . Run ...

Run !

A boy ran away from a horde of zombies as fast as he could . He wore a pair of green pants but no shirt , his chest littered with scars . His eyes were big and bulging as his legs moved faster and faster .

Run , he thought , run ! run ! run !

The horde moved behind him , unrelenting and quick . They had found the boy moving across a street and had rushed after him . It has been fifteen minutes and they were still running .

When the boy saw a passage he turned and went to it . The zombies followed behind and what was there was very favorable ; a dead end . The boy had walked to a dead end and he turned around to look at the monsters .

But he was smiling .

A moment later , bullets rained down on the zombie horde and many skulls burst open like rotten tomatoes . Behind the group of zombies , five men were shooting at the zombies , with strange looking guns .

The boy who saw them breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived when a zombie charged at him , ignoring the flying bullets . Reaching behind his back , the boy pulled a knife from his pants , ready for action .

But a bullet later , the zombie was down at his feet and he had black bloody goo on his face . He cringed and vomited on the dead zombie . The men who had shot the zombies saw this and laughed .

" You alright kid ? " One of them asked .

" F*ck no ! " He said after wiping his mouth .

He looked down at the fallen zombies that had chased him . They all were dead , killed twice now . He walked over two of them and then took another step .

A zombie grabbed his leg and growled . The boy screamed as the zombie bit his calf . One of the men rushed over and stomped on the zombie's skull .

" He got bit . " He said to his friends lifting the kid up with one arm .

" Seriously ? " One guy said , he had grey eyes and a beard . " Do we have any medicine left ? "

" Nope . And we are too far away from HQ . " The guy holding the boy said . He was tall and had shades on .

" Oh well . " The beard guy said , he crouched down to the boy .

" How you feeling kid ? " He asked the boy who was looking sickly and green .

" I'm not feeling well . Am I going to get my money ? " He asked them . That had been the plan they thought of ; the boy drew the zombies and they would shoot them dead . They would aim high and the boy would stay low so as he doesn't get shot .

The beard guy smiled at the kid , he was barely twelve years old . They had found him in the orange zone , a street kid with no family . They'd offered to pay him for his services and the boy had been so happy you'd think he was just polishing their shoes .

He placed his hand on the kids shoulder .

FEAR

" Don't worry . Everything is going to be fine . " He said softly and the kid nodded . Then he took out a knife and put it infront of the kids right eye .

TERROR

" What - ? " The boy didn't get to finish a sentence before he was impaled in the brain . His body fell , eye bleeding , to the ground and the beard guy pulled out his knife .

" Shoot him . " He said nonchalantly and the guy with shades aimed his gun at the kids skull . Two bullets after , a mushy pile of brain and broken bones was all that was attached to the body .

" Let's go . " The beard guy said they left .

They were not sad or remorseful . After all , this was what they had been taught to do . This was the way of things . The very order of the world .