He fell onto his knees clutching his throat, green eyes shaking with fear. "C-Can't.." he choked out, gasping for air. His pale skin was dirtied and unmistakably bitten and scarred. "Can't.. breathe.." He reached for something on the table 7 feet away from him, tearfilled eyes gazing at the rope on it, coiled up. He let go of his throat to support his weight, looking down and coughing. "No idea.. How long I'll be able to fucking live like this.." He was infected. He knew it. People could be immune, but for him that wasn't the case. He slowly crawled to the table, feeling the deliciously disgusting air fill his tired and aching lungs. "If I can just.."
A groan escaped the body that sat against the bloodied wall covered with muck and graffiti. Eyes opened up to blurry vision, only seeing fuzz. His head pounded mercilessly when he coughed, holding his throat when he realized he wasn't breathing. ..He didn't need to breathe. He slowly let go of his throat in confusion and stared at his hand. He had gotten more pale. He stood up shakily, leaning onto the wall for support. His eyesight was still blurry but he managed to see at a close range rather than far for now. He limped along the wall to the bathroom with the torn off door, stumbling inside and using the counter as support. Slowly he peered through his bloodied and dirty hair, eyesight returning. He nearly fell back at the sight.
Dead yellow eyes stared right at him from his own reflection. Dead yellow eyes filled with sorrow, despair and curiousity. His mouth had a thin trail of blood leading down his chin, dried but still there. His hair was full of dust, blood and who knows what else. His clothes were equally dirty, but he didn't care about that. He stared at the neverending mark around his neck, like he had been in a chokehold with.. rope... He remembered.
Shuffling through the boxes and shit in the safehouse, the zombie tried searching for something. He found a baseball cap. It was a camo design, wouldn't hurt. He rushed back into the bathroom to wash off the blood and dirt as much as he could with the water or at least try. He dried himself off with the only clean towel and slipped the cap on. He picked up the scarf he had found and wrapped it around his neck snugly. He looked human. The scarf hid his bite and mark, and the cap's shade his his dead eyes. He nodded to himself and was about to step out but he heard the door open. Somebody found the building. Instinctively. he shoved the bathroom door closed and hid in the small room. He pressed his body against the wall until he slid down it, pressing his feet against the door so nobody could open it without force or him lifting his legs.
He sat alone.
In the dark.
He alerted a survivor.
And he was a zombie.
He was terrified.
Um, hi, I'm Akuma. You might or might not know me as same AkumaToraTheDemon on Colors! 3D on the 3DS, and AkumaTora98 on Playstation Network.|
I draw, and I may not be the best, but I try. I like to roleplay, but almost nobody notices which is sad. xD If you want to RP with me, then just let me know and I'll tell you about who I RP. Or we can just chat about.. something.
I'm sorry if I rarely update or anything, but I have almost no motivation to draw and my SD card on my 3DS is sort of retarded. You can ask for drawing requests, as long as they're not difficult. Anyway, have fun and I hope you have a good day, after noon, and/or evening.