ALRIGHT FOLKS!! We’re going to post a scene we feel comfortable sharing! We worked on it a few days back and if it gets good feed back we’ll post another!! It’s between our Ocs Hoover and Michael, if you’d like more info about our Ocs please let us know!
There he was, watching as the nearby zombie hoard passed by. He was waiting for the weather to clear up before he could make it back to Maddox, he had been away for a while and was starting to worry about leaving the half mutant man alone for so long. But he knew that Max could take care of himself.
He didn’t really know where to go from here. He had enough herbs to soothe he and Max's pain, he had gathered enough food for a few weeks. So he should be good to hold back right? Yeah, he should be fine. He just needs to make his way back to Max, and everything would be fine
His separation anxiety for Max had gotten worse, to the point where he felt like he couldn’t leave the base anymore. He had grown way more attached to the male than he thought he would.
He had zoned out for a moment, watching the trees sway. That’s when he heard a voice, it sounded like a child’s voice.
“C-can you help me? P-please. Please h-help me.” Michael called out, his voice hoarse from all the screaming he had done before he found this man that was in front of him. He had a cane and a bad limp, he felt awful for asking him for help but he had no other options.
“What is the matter child?” The man asked him, the worry in his voice clear
“I-I was a-abandoned. A-a hoard just chased m-me here.” Michael struggled to make the words come out of his mouth.
“Abandoned? How old are you?? Like 12 or 13?” He asked him in a worried panic. Michael could tell that the man was shaking, but he didn’t know from what. It was starting to worry him
“I-I’m 13.” Michael told him quietly.
He took a deep breath, a zombie had clipped him when he was trying to run away and got him pretty good.
“You’re hurt, oh my gods.” He exclaimed, “Please let me help you,” He opened the bag on his shoulder and took out some medical equipment.
Just some bandages and something to try and clean the wound. It was still fresh, oozing push and blood. A sight that the boy didn’t want anyone else to see, but he had to deal with it.
He nodded and held out his arm, letting the other know that it was ok to help him.
He let out painful moans as the other began to clean the wound. He knew that it wouldn’t take long, but it still hurt like hell.
A few moments passed and his pain slightly subsided.
“There. Are you feeling any better?” He asked Michael
He nodded his head, “Ye-es, than-k y-you.” He smiled up at the stranger. “Wai-it, w-we don’t know e-each other's n-names.” He said, blurting out the first thought that came to mind.
“Ah yes! I am Hoover!” He smiled at the child, “What is your name?”
“M-Michael.” He said softly
Hoover nodded, “It’s nice to meet you Michael.” He smiled
Michael nodded, “The-e s-same.” He said, trying to hide his stutter
“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” Hoover told him, “You should come back with me until we can get you on your feet.”
“A-are you s-sure?” Michael asked, taken back by what Hoover said
Hoover nodded and pulled out his radio, adjusting the antenna.
“Max. Max, can you hear me?? I found a kid, and he’s hurt. I did my best but I want you to take a look at him. I’m going to bring him back.
