Chapter 1: Life is Stressful Especially When You're Threatened With A Machete
Summary:
Wayne wakes up in a random house, not at all pleased. Then gets threatened after putting his survival skills to use.
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Now Wayne Delarosa has been through many things in his 16 years of life, going to a catholic school, getting kicked out of said catholic school, getting hit by all kinds of vehicles and meeting Shelly and her vicious pet hamster.
But this nearly takes the cake.
Dying because he got hit by an ambulance, a goddamn ambulance of all things to and then waking up in an abandoned house with fucking zombies outside the damn house. Definitely not the kind of thing someone wants to wake up to.
He is not having a good day, not at all. He’d have a better day going to his old catholic school than being here and that's saying something because it's catholic school, who would prefer that.
Not knowing what else to do, Wayne decided to continue lying on the old bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't pass the time by sleeping as that wouldn't be the safest thing to do in this situation, so instead he just counted the non existent ceiling tiles.
He had only made it to 126 before he gave up. If he had to survive this, he couldn't do it but just lying around doing nothing. So Wayne took a look around, it was only a child’s bedroom so there isn't really anything useful around besides a backpack and a calendar–it told him what year this may have started in, 2010. There wasn't anything else helpful besides that calendar so he decided to move on.
He emptied it out the backpack of school supplies before leaving the room and searching the rest of the house.
He stuffed what he found useful in the backpack and made sure to grab a few of the kitchen knives before sneaking out. The only useful things he found happened to be a few sealed mini water bottles and 3 cans of food. A can of peaches and 2 cans of red beans, not bad.
The first thing Wayne noticed as he went outside was the smell of rotting, that was something they don't really mention often. It was disgusting, It made him want nothing more than to just cut his nose off. The groaning was also a bit louder and really creepy sounding. The zombie or whatever they call it here, was real gross and creepy looking. Overall Wayne would rate this experience a 0 out of 10.
Watching all those zombie movies along with reading those wildness survival guides his dad kept will certainly pay off in a situation like this. All he has to do right now is avoid getting bit and aim for the head if he needs to. Simple enough to do in theory but is it in practice? Guess he'll have to find out.
But not today, Wayne put all his teenage years worth of practice at sneaking out of houses unnoticed to use. He wasn't going to start a fight that he didn't have to start.
There was a forest area nearby as were other houses, now neither option was the best option. Houses meant that there were people living there which obviously suggested that there would be more dead there. But the forest meant there was too much cover and the dead could sneak up on you, people as well.
Wayne decided to just go into the forest or maybe woods? Anyways it was mostly because he thought he'd find more resources there, since people may have already looked through those houses.
On went Wayne on his forest adventure, how fun that must have been. It's practically camping, he always wanted to go camping but he never did before because bugs are gross, dirt is dirty and summer is hot. He may have been a teenage boy but he was pampered like the queen's corgi.
That aside, it was not fun. Not at all.
As soon as he stepped two feet into the wooded area, tripped on a damn branch, not even a big one, it was a skinny and sad looking one. Then he had to actually defend himself against one of those things.
An hour into his venture, he gave up and just headed back to the houses, he thought he’d have better luck there. Along with there being less bugs, specifically less mosquitos, Wayne doesn't even want to imagine how much a risk they could be.
Luckily for him, Wayne did not trip on said branch again and he found a neat looking rock which he stuffed in his pocket for good luck. The sun was still up, while he walked aimlessly around the town looking out for zombies, he got a better look around than he did leaving earlier.
There wasn't anything else that he could see, not even the one from before, guess he just wandered off somewhere. The streets were bare of any sign of life aside from the trash spread around and whatever animal he saw ran by out of the corner of his eye. Abandon cars here and there, other than that the town seemed to be mostly unoccupied at the moment.
The town was almost the opposite of what he was used to, he spent most of his life in New York where things were usually rowdy and full of life. Something was always usually happening there, so being here in this silent desolate town felt unwelcoming to say the least. He glanced at the windows as he passed by, half expecting to see someone through them.
He did keep an eye out for any kind of stories around even if he knew there was a good chance that there wouldn't be anything really useful left. He tried to be positive about it. It was likely that if he found a grocery store or went into someone's house there would be rice. Rice had to be cooked and unless you're going somewhere where you can just boil some rice, no one would consider taking it.
Wayne thinks he could boil rice, he just needed a good pot and a place to start a fire.
Ultimately he found one house that looked promising, there were no marks on the doors like some had broken into it. There wasn't even much blood.
Putting his head against the front door listening for any indication of someone inside after hearing nothing at all, Wayne checked if the front door was unlocked.
It was locked unsurprisingly, who wouldn't lock their door. Wayne went through the nearest open window after mentally debating if he had the time to just try to pick the lock. Once he got a foot inside Wayne noticed to his left, what must have been the leftovers of a woman wearing a red shirt, all that was left was her upper body with her…insides spread out where the rest of her should have been and most of her face not including her left eye or a good portion of her head. So gross.
It was truly horrific to see, the woman was so small and so emaciated, he didn't know if she was like this before or after she died and honestly he didn't think he wanted to.
Wayne wrapped his arms across his chest and avoided stepping near the body.
He looked around the rest of the house keeping his mind on looking for necessities. The woman may have been dead but he was not and he had to keep it that way or else his father might be disappointed in him. That was what kept him going, was it healthy? Maybe not but if it works then it works. Wayne only stopped searching to cover the woman up with a blanket he found upstairs and then immediately went back to work.
Wayne sat on the floor of an upstairs bedroom just looking out the window, trying to come up with a plan, a next step forward. He laid his head against the windowsill sighing, it seemed the sun was going to set in about an hour. He figured this was where he was going to stay for the time being.
He got after a few more minutes and paced around the room, occasionally sipping some of the water from one of the mini water bottles. Wayne had to stay hydrated after all you can't survive long without water.
The bedroom had boring white walls and a gray floor with two windows covered partially by dark gray shades. Two dressers and a nightstand near the bed with the ugliest lamp he had ever seen. A dark blue carpet in front of the closet had confirmed what Wayne thought–The person who set up this room had no style. It must have been a master bedroom, it was bigger than the other two rooms and had a king size bed. Who even needed a bed that big? It wasn't that soft, an observation Wayne made after landing face down on the mattress.
Wayne didn't know what else he could do at the moment, he couldn't sleep not without knowing if he could do it safely. While he lay starfish position on the bed with his backpack next to him, he decided if he couldn't sleep he might as well pretend to.
He fell asleep after 10 minutes.
Wayne was awoken to the noise of heavy footsteps downstairs, too heavy to be one of the dead. It was definitely at least one person. He quickly got up and grabbed his backpack, listening to the footsteps start coming up the stairs.
There were only two options, under the bed or in the closet and Wayne spent most of his life in the closet so he might as well go back in. Neither of these options were really good but at least he could run out of the closet if he needed to.With the footsteps nearly outside the door, he ducked into the closet quietly, huddling close to the side holding the backpack close to his chest. He moved a few of the clothes hanging closer to him to better hide him.
Hearing the other room door open and close, made him reach for one of the kitchen knives he took. He could hear his mysterious visitor through the back of the closet, these walls had to be made of paper.
The visitor was breathing deeply, they seemed tired from just the act of walking and they had to be leaning against the wall to support themself. At first, he'd thought there was only one person but he heard someone else that was much more cautious and light on their feet than the other. So light, he didn't notice them until he really started listening. They weren't sick like the other one or at least didn't sound like they were.
Wayne heard them walk closer to the bedroom door. It was silent for what seemed like forever before he heard the doorknob turn and the door begin to open.
Wayne really should have taken the time to lock it. He also should have taken that flashlight with him.
What followed were cautious steps into the room. Wayne held his breath when the steps got closer to where he was and then stopped, he could see the light from under the door. He counted the seconds, hand gripping the knife for when they opened the closet, but they seemed to move on and go through the rest of the room after tapping on the closet door.
It was smart, if there were a zombie in here it would have started trying to come out if it heard them.
The other one sounded like they were going through the nightstand, Wayne had already checked that–It wasn't anything he could use so he ignored it.
They must have been going through everything which meant that they'll go into the closet next. Considering that there were plenty of houses around and a thing called limited ammo, Wayne doubted that they'd try to use a gun on him.
He could probably take off running, one was sick and unless the other one was thrice his size, Wayne could get past them. Though in the midst of his planning, he had accidentally knocked down a jacket that was hanging up. He was having a really unlucky day.
In a single moment the closet door was open just as Wayn was about to make a break for it. With the light shining in his face, he saw it shine off the blade aimed at his throat. It was a machete and it was way too close to his face.
“Don't move”
Seriously fuck my life…
Chapter 2: Coming Out of The Closet for A Second Time
Summary:
The threatening continues and conversations are had, Wayne learns the ladies' names.
Notes:
I exist again. I would have updated sooner but...
Life has been very interesting and I also forgot my password.
This is a bit shorter than I liked but it's 2:30 am and I have class tomorrow.
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Wayne didn't move. His back up against the closet wall.
"Give me your weapons."
Wayne stayed silent, looking up towards the woman from where she stood.
"Your weapons," she repeated.
"You mean this glorified butter knife " he responded. “It's not really a weapon”
The woman inhaled and suddenly the blade stilled. He wondered why for a moment, maybe it was because he sounded like the teenager he was.
It remained motionless until a slight tremble of the woman's hands sent the point of her weapon into the skin just below his neck. Not deep enough to actually hurt him but enough that the threat was clear.
“Fine,” Wayne whined because he is an actual child “You can have it. I didn't want it anyway."
He slid the knife across the floor towards the lady.
Wayne didn't know whether they expected him to just crawl out or if they were preparing to kill him. They probably weren't going to kill him if they hadn’t already done so, but one of them did threaten him so the logic was a bit sketchy.
"Come out here. We won't hurt you." That’s what they all say…
She sounded really exhausted. Her wheezing inhales, She was sick, very sick and weak. She wouldn't be difficult to handle if it came to it, if he needed to fight, he could take her. The other woman, not so much.
Placing his hand against the wall, he began to crawl away from his hiding place. Slowly, he wasn’t gonna rush for strangers even if they were ladies. He’s only nice to women who don’t threaten him with a sword.
The room remained silent as he pushed the door open wider. He was coming out of the closet again but in a physical sense.
The women backed away slightly, hands ready on their weapons. They didn’t trust him, smart of them. Trusting strangers is how people get hurt, not always but often enough.
He noticed that the other woman's weapon of choice was a pistol. They looked at eachother for a moment before her eyes moved down to his bare arms. His arms still had bruises and scrapes from the impact, he may have come back from dying but not completely unharmed. Some kind of luck he had to be brought back but not even in good condition. Wayne wanted a refund.
"Why—" the blonde woman began. She seemed a bit concerned in a way.
"I fell" He hadn't yet come up with an excuse to explain his injuries, he didn't think he would need to. But his answer was somewhat truthful, he did indeed fall today. “-real hard”
"Give me the backpack," her friend said after a short moment, noticing the backpack he had with him.
Her dark brown eyes bore into his own, warning him as if the sword wasn’t already its own warning. They made him feel like a child who's mother trying to coax him into handing her something he shouldn't have. Or maybe a elementary school teacher who found out that he had taken another students belongings.
Wayne stared at her for a bit, if he were someone else it would have been easier to have just given her the bag but he wasn't. He was Wayne and that meant he couldn’t do things the easy way.
“….No, it’s mine..I..” he paused a bit awkwardly. do I really want to get stabbed today? Eh...I shouldn't sass the sword lady
The woman's eyes softened slightly and her shoulders visibly dropped from their tense position. For a moment, he stared at them and them at him, determining whether lowering one's guard was a good decision. An exhale, softly, through the healthier woman's nose, that might have been the only sign he was gonna to get telling him that he wasn’t gonna to get stabbed. At least for now.
The sick woman took that as her cue to start talking. He honestly kind of forgot about her, his attention span really wasn’t that good.
"What's your name?"
He stayed silent for a moment, debating on answering. Would it make a difference? Possibly.
"It’s...Wayne"
"I'm Andrea and this is Michonne," she said, placing a hand on the other's shoulder as she introduced herself and the other women.
That’s oddly familiar…
He figured that the woman revealing their names wasn't entirely a show of trust. It a subtle threat. An assurance that if he had bad intentions, they wouldn't let him leave alive. If television has taught him anything, this would most likely be the case.
Michonne shook the hand from her body and sheathed her katana.
Wayne’s attention went straight to that, that action must have meant that she no longer saw a threat in him, whether it was because he was just some teenager or because he appeared mostly harmless, considering he was pretty bruised up. he wasn’t completely sure.
Besides that he was glad that she'd put the weapon away where it belongs and not in him.
Without a word, she returned to the hallway, leaving him inside the room with Andrea, the sick woman who really needed some cold medicine. The door remained open and Michonne stood nearby, holding on to the handle of her weapon. Obviously not completely trusting of him.
Wayne’s focus returned to the woman opposite of him. Her gaze swept across his body, It was as if she were searching for something. It made sense of course.
He wondered what she was looking for specifically, maybe another weapon or maybe she was just curious about the kid she had found in the closet. Bruised and hiding with a sad excuse of a knife.
Probably wondering how he managed to survive this long. If only she knew, Wayne didn’t even belong here, he was just dropped in.
He fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, not knowing what to say, before a realization came to him.
Oh...I remember now..
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Hi Hi, lots of things happened between now and the last time this little story was updated.
For starters, this story now has a co creater (me) as DarlinnQ has not been doing so well lately and honestly hasn't had the time or motivation to continue this so I have been given the honor of working on it with them.
I haven't actually seen the walking dead past season 2 so it might take me some time to start a new chapter for this story but trust that there will be one.
As soon as i catch up on that, ill start on the 3rd. Hopefully it turns out well
Anyways, thank you all for being patient with this story and I promise to keep updating on semi regular basis or at least try to.
×○×○ Sincerely, YourfavoriteKindofAlmond or AlmondMilk~
Hera (Guest) on Chapter 2 Sat 25 Nov 2023 08:17PM UTC
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