SOMEWHERE WE BELONG
WHO → Salem Clarington and Leo Wilde.
WHEN → October 10th.
WHERE → Oregon.
SUMMARY → The promise of safety and a possible cure have Salem and Leo traveling towards what they can only hope is salvation.
NOTES → Zombie Apocalypse AU.
WARNINGS → Mentions of gore and guns.
SALEM CLARINGTON
The scent of decay was heavy in the air as slender hands trembled. Adrenaline pulsed through the blonde’s veins, heart pounding wildly within the cage of her chest, giving her the strength to continue on and lift the shotgun and aim. Her target moved with little coordination, it’s rotten flesh peeling back from broken bones, yet it wouldn’t stop. It couldn’t stop. Its bloodlust was strong and that kept it moving, kept the corpse snapping what few teeth it had left. And with the sound of the gunshot ringing through the air, it’s growls and grunts were silenced, it’s body going limp.
Gradually the gun was lowered before the hefty weight of it slipped from Salem's fingers. The fight had left her in shambles. A long time had passed since they'd seen a zombie close enough to touch and, for the briefest moment, she had allowed herself to hope that they would find what they were looking for, a safe haven among the chaos. But now her hope was crumbling as she stepped forward, knees weak and threatening to buckle. She made it to where Leo lay before finally tumbling down, turning her head away she heaved when the scent of the corpse overwhelmed her. She would never get used to this, to seeing what once were people ambling about and tearing each other apart. And she prayed she never would.
"Are you okay?" She questioned as she finally allowed her gaze to shift back towards Leo. Her eyes were on him as she lifted her hands to press against torn flesh of the corpse and pushed it to the side, away from her companion. When her green hues finally moved, they traveled the length of his body. It was difficult to say if he was harmed, their clothes forever seeming to be covered with blood and dirt and yet there it was. That spike of fear because something was off. There was more blood than usual. It had to have been the zombie. It had to be. "You are okay, right? It didn't -- they didn't --" She couldn't finish the question, refusing to even consider that he could have been bitten. Sweeping her eyes away, she took in the body count. Five of them had attacked but they were mere bones, nothing that they hadn't fought against before and come out nearly unscathed. Still, the fear that made her stomach churn and her heart drop told her that this time they weren't that lucky.
