#&&; i walk through the valley of the shadow of death (apocalypse verse)

[lizziethethird-blog]

apocalypse au feat. @xlikeidontevenexist

When Elizabeth had left the safety of his safe house that morning, a serious lack of supplies causing him to leave the building sooner than he should like, he had not foreseen the small group of runners that chased him all the way to the other side of town. A side, he was surprised to notice, that was glaringly lacking in the infected department.

Elizabeth trekked carefully through the empty streets, eyes wide open for any sort of supplies that could help him on his way back to his starting point. The slightest shift of the wind could mean a threat and Elizabeth was, unfortunately, fresh out of arrows, the last one now resided between the eyes of a female runner, back in the petrol station two streets south.

The sound of gravel crunching under light footfalls reached his ears and immediately he pulled out his handgun, clicking the safety off and checking for ammunition. Three shots. It would have to be enough. He lifted the gun as he turned the corner, his eyes widening as he saw a figure hunching over what looked like a backpack. Not an infected, then. Infected didn’t care for candy bars, only flesh. Quietly, he stepped towards the other person, his hand tightening firmly around his handgun, his steps soft and quiet.

“Stand up, and turn around,” he commanded, his eyes narrowing as he aimed his gun at the stranger’s head. There was no guarantee that he hadn’t been bitten. “Slowly. Any sharp movement, and I swear it’ll be the last thing you’ll ever do.” The only thing he hoped was that unlike him, the stranger was unarmed, and that he was just as bad with hand-to-hand combat as Elizabeth was.