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Warner has a minion!

Luna the Dead Flesh Fisher

Warner
Legacy Name: Warne

The

Graveyard Mahar
Owner:

alex

Age: 12 years, 4 days

Born: April 19th, 2012

Adopted: 12 years, 4 days ago

Adopted: April 19th, 2012

Pet Spotlight Winner
February 24th, 2021

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 11
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 3
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

SAVE ME

Warner, as was his name now, rushed hurriedly through the bus station with purpose and a frown. The building was relatively empty but for the old metal seats and neatly installed sets of disused CCTV cameras and old tannoys. Sunlight ran in glittering streams through the windows, particles of dust floating peacefully, undisturbed amidst the silence.

Despite the help of the hazy afternoon daylight, the infected were still to be feared. His boots made no sound as he moved; he was looking for a map of the roads in this town, and where better than here to find it. He remained cautious, thinking of the words of his younger brother. He uttered his last words 'trust no one, and no thing,' before pleading for Warner to 'just survive!'

Those days were long gone now, though. At first the days were long, and they soon rolled into longer nights, longer weeks and then into months. Time was irrelevant; there was only daylight and darkness as guides now.

A sound disrupted his absent-minded thoughts; a cough of sorts. He cursed under his breath: how could he be so idle and foolish to be distracted?

'Ignore it,' he warned himself sternly.

A higher force, some call it fate, insisted otherwise. The cough came again. Warner pinpointed it's location; the sound came from one of the abandoned stores within the station. Warner swung his shotgun from off his back, and clicked the bullets into place with a loud crack.

It appeared to have once been a hair salon, and half-torn adverts remained faded on the exterior. He entered with more caution still, and then the smell hit. Warner recoiled, his head spinning toward the source in the corner: a body covered only with a black sheet. The heat made the body rot faster, and then he understood why there was so little life around here. The infected had no interest in the dead, they only haunted the living.

The room was uncomfortably hot, and he quickly noticed how unusually sterile it was too. Clean and organised too, despite the dusty heat of the summer. A discarded fan lay broken beneath a cracked mirror, and everywhere now worthless hair products and tools were abandoned on the surfaces.

A slight breeze came through the back of the store, where the street entrance would have been. Warner noticed the make-shift cubicle when the sheet 'walls' were lifted by the tug of warm air. He heard the cough again, and moved toward it, weapon ready.

'Are you infected?' came the voice from behind the curtain. His voice was cool and calm, but with a certain sadness attached. But Warner noticed that the voice had a husky lightness to it. 'Are you infected?' he repeated.

'I should be asking you the same question,' Warner said gruffly.

He pulled back the curtain to reveal a slender young man sat childlike, half-naked with only a pair of torn black skinny jeans. He was tanned, with long arms and legs and sleek brown hair sweeping across his forehead; he couldn't be much older than 18.

He sat up weakly, and said with a quiet laugh, 'I'm Leroy.' He leaned forward, turning his head to reveal a long and somewhat new slit down the side of his neck, just shy of the throat. He coughed weakly.

Leroy stood up before pulling a black turtle-neck over his head. He gestured loosely toward the body. 'She was my colleague. She told me I was infected and... she tried to kill me a couple of days ago. We'd been here for weeks and our supplies were getting low and...' he trailed off.

Warner raised an eyebrow. He saw that the kid had strength, despite his build. He sighed. The last thing he needed was an invalid. He cleared his throat.

'We need to get you to a doctor, kid. You gotta come with me. I'm headed West. They say Hawaii is safe. There could be medicine there and you ain't got nothin' going for you here.'

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