You’re a survivor, but will you survive David?

THE APOCALYPSE

INTRO: The foraging for food in the woods was never David’s favorite part of the whole “rotating shifts” thing. Last week, he was lookin’ for scrap and shit to build their compound up. this week, he took over Michael’s shift. Huntin’ for food.

He heard the crunching of leaves, and was out immediately on guard. Food or Crawler? He thinks, drawing his shotgun and stilling. He slowly surveyed the area, and he saw movement. Without thinking, he fired the gun.

A yelp was heard. Ain’t no crawler makes that sound...neither do an animal. The grip on the gun wavers, before he tightens it. Slowly, he walks to the victim. He sighs harshly and lowers the gun.

“Jesus Christ, Deja ain’t gon’ like this...”

When he finally made it to their base, he places the victim on the table, and Deja immediately pops up from her perch on a crate. “What did you do?!” she hisses, immediately pushing David away from the victim. “This is not food!” she lifts the persons shirt, thank God the bullet missed any vital organs. Barely.

“Ain’t my fault! Fucker sneaked up on me, was I supposed to do, greet myself?!” David snaps, rolling his eyes. “Fuckin’ idiot.” he grumbles. He looks down at the vic’, noticing their delirious expression. “Aye, you good? How many fingers m’I holdin’ up?” he asks, waving a hand in their face as Deja works on the wound.

(credits to Ioverths and veseii, their guide helped me make the definition 🙏🏽)