The Vigil of Flesh;; Izana & Ace | Walking Dead AU
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A flash of gold.
Izana blinked a couple times, his head leaning forward slightly as the blob of yellow came closer and closer until it was right in front of him, kwehing at him and shoving its face against his shoulder. “—Chichiri?” A glove hand raised and he ran his hand along the bird’s armored beak. “—how’d ya get out?” While his partner had gotten out and came to him once it was still questionable on how the chocobo got here—and how he was in armor. ‘How—‘ When Ace had come there was no one who was up and running around alerted, so for Chichiri to be here and fully saddled—
Was that why he couldn’t find the blonde?
“Ace—“ The soldier took a deep breath and moved to his partner’s side, hands grasping at the saddle before he heaved himself onto Chichiri’s back; hand grabbing the reigns and putting his sword back into its scabbard. He made a noise, signaling the bird to move and pulled on the reigns, Chichiri going with the movement. “Let’s get him.” The chocobo gave out a ‘kweh’ and ran, the chocobo running as best it could as the Golems made the earth rumble and swept past bodies that seemed nothing more than blurs as they went by.
They passed familiar fencing, buildings nothing more than shadows that stood in place. “Ace!” The young man called out, his voice almost drowned out by all the rain. He was so close to the stables and yet he could hear nothing. “Ace!”
A vague red shape could be seen.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge when he saw it, panic worming its way into his thoughts as they came closer and closer to that red, and no sooner did he see a blob of blond. He found exactly who he was looking for, but not in the way he wished to find him, causing his eyes to widen. “Ace!” Izana pulled on the reigns, making Chichiri halt so that he could slide off. When feet touched the ground he ran to the candidate and went down to his knees at his friend’s side, hands grasping at the blonde’s arms. “Ya alright?!”
Motionless, the dealer laid there motionless as he limbs twitched against the stinging patters of rain. Moans filled the air when the walkers stormed into barn and Ace feared the worst. Sleeping chocobos whom were nestled safely in the stalls sounded cries of alert. Banging, sickening, groggily tones all emerged into the living spaces of his chocobos. But did Ace have to strength to get up and protect his birdie friends? The blond climbed to his knees, hands snaking down his thighs to retrieve his disoriented bag. A sharp shrill filled the air as the birds were being infiltrated by the walking flesh. Groans of his own climbed out from his throat when he tried to speed up his motives.
His feet reflected one another before he outstretched his limbs from the ground. Shoes roughly scrapped against the ground with stumbles and lack of strength. Blue, cerulean eyes was fanned by his eyelids as he was too tired to support his own self reasons. His eyes went a dark blur, blanking out the atmosphere around him.
Sharp breaths whistled about his wind pipe, the air around him seemed unobtainable to the blond’s grasp. Ace was enough far from the walkers reach, if they really had the brains to find him. But how this epidemic happen was unknown; the wielder was stuck with an everlasting awe of disbelief. Class Zero, along with Machina and Rem, was the first to witness the parade of sickening zombies on foot. He paused to recall the observations he has previously made that night.
His eyes began to sting with agony when they’ve opened, hopelessly lying on the ground with muscles procrastinate to cooperate. Mud dripped off his chin and neck. Mindlessly he was wrecking his stabilization. It’s a tragic he’s wounded both physically and mentally at each end. But was there something more than a pathetic death? Eyelids fell over his eyes and gross moans filled the air. Perfect. More to call, Ace blacked out to seize his remedy before dying without serenade.
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Loudly as he could be, Ace revealed a true voice of bloody murder as he was quickly pulled back into reality. Ace was concealed beneath the soldier’s grasp and he freaked out when he didn’t accept his presences. He dug his nails into the soldier’s skin despite the little protection from his clothes and wished to free himself from the monster’s hold. "T-Their infection will—-!" He shrilled loudly as eyes caught a flash of blue hair out from under the hood. After a few moments after being wrestled down, Ace soon realized he was safe with Izana. Speechless, breathed heavily and twitched his muscles to relax.
Rain continued to plaster the silky strands of blond to his skin. Ace was still in shock and was restlessly trying to calm down. But after what they’ve done to him… The infection, the fallen, his comrades. It all boggles his mind. He held his grasp onto the hood man’s sleeve, his knuckles turned a solid white. “…—-‘Zana…” he his speech slurred slightly, but finally his sigh of relief churned out from from throat. “We need to get out; now.”
