[A/N: Hello everyone.
Last chapter of David's perspective.
We'll learn more about this group later, and for those who remember what happens in dreams with this group, you'll know what I'm talking about.
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David's group headquarters, southwest of the city.
David recalled that the previous Sunday he had contacted Alex to ask how he was feeling and if his parents were okay, but Alex told him he had had a close encounter with zombies.
He mentioned that he had been actively searching for zombies because he was convinced the first appearance was possible that day. While visiting a park, he came across a man attacking a woman in broad daylight.
Alex's description of the scene impressed him greatly, but what surprised him most was Alex's resolve. He had decided to kill the man, who was already a zombie at that moment, without a moment's hesitation. Furthermore, to prevent the virus from spreading, and driven by rage, he had decided to kill the woman who had been attacked.
The next day, when David met with Alex in person, he noticed that he was very shaken, although there was a new sparkle in his eyes. He felt guilty, but his eyes reflected that he was already prepared for this apocalypse.
"Although he seemed to have been prepared long before," David thought.
Ten minutes later.
"Rose, how's your family?" David asked Rose at the base.
"They're fine," she replied with a grateful tone. "Although they'll probably have nightmares tonight, and the ones to come," she commented sarcastically.
"Did the protesters' attack scare them?" David inquired.
"No," Rose replied. "It's just that the moment we got trapped and decided to walk to a safer place to be rescued, a group of people started running away in all directions, scared, and I, thinking they might be zombies, ran along with the crowd," Rose explained tensely.
"My mom got away from me in chaos, and Mike's friend Terry helped us reunite. Afterward, we all made it to Mike's house and took shelter there," Rose continued, her hands shaking. "Mike told us a group of crazy people started attacking people and almost got away... Although, to be honest, he seemed scared when we saw him," she added in a confused tone.
"Now I understand why your parents were so scared," David said sympathetically.
"David, do you think he might have been bitten...?" Rose was asking when, suddenly, David's phone rang.
"Wait a minute," David said to Rose as he took out his phone and answered the call.
"David? I finally managed to find your number," Ron said on the phone with a tone of relief. "Do you know anything about Alex?" he asked quickly.
"No, I've tried to reach him several times, but he's not answering," David answered immediately. "What happened to you, Ron? Why do you sound so agitated?" David asked, noticing the urgency in Ron's tone.
"It's me, Emily," he answered immediately. "The wayward girl asked me to take her to a school event this afternoon, but I haven't been able to get in touch with her," Ron explained, visibly annoyed and worried.
"Ron, we warned you. Why did you let her go?" David asked, somewhat irritated.
"I sent her with two of my boys; I thought that would be enough… Besides, I didn't imagine things would get so out of hand so quickly," Ron replied, sounding guilty.
"Don't worry, I'll go get her. Give me the address, and I'll leave as soon as I can," David promised Ron.
"Thank you very much, David," Ron said, excited.
"Thank me later… I'll call you in a few minutes when I'm on my way," David explained to Ron. "By the way, it's better if we talk on the radio I set up for you, it's safer," David reminded him.
"Right, I forgot," Ron said, ending the call.
David quickly grabbed one of his always-ready backpacks, left the house, and got into the SUV he'd driven earlier. Just as he was about to leave through the base gate, Edwin came in over the radio.
"David! There's some screaming coming from the new guys' house!" Edwin exclaimed over the radio.
"What?!" David yelled, frightened, bringing the vehicle to a screeching halt.
30 minutes earlier.
"Your son is very handsome, Mike," Miles commented to André's father as he led them to one of the empty houses.
"Thank you very much. Although I must admit, that's no credit to me," he replied humbly.
"Here we are," Miles said as they arrived in front of a dimly lit house. "I know it looks scary, but when we turn on the lights it'll be totally different," he added, trying to make a joke to lighten the mood.
"Thank you very much," André's mother commented.
"Now then… Mike, I need you to come pick up some supplies from the barracks," Miles informed him.
"Okay, I'll be right there… Terry can go in a room and rest… You look bad," Mike told his friend, who was quite sweaty.
"I'll do it," he said in a gentle tone. "I just need a moment of rest, and... tomorrow I'll be as good as new," he added with difficulty.
While Mike went to get a batch of supplies, André's mother carried him to a room on the second floor. She found an empty room with a large bed and settled into the sleepy little boy. She wrapped him in the blanket, watching him with a loving gaze, although there was an undercurrent of concern.
At the same time, Terry staggered to another room on the second floor. He walked with difficulty, each step agonizing. He felt like he had a fever, but his face was pale. The area from his previous bite hurt a lot.
He found an empty room and lay down on the bed. Barely a minute had passed when he felt intense nausea. He tried to stop himself from making a mess, but he couldn't do it no matter how hard he tried.
"Are you okay?" asked André's mother, who had arrived due to Mike's noise.
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[A/N: I haven't put her name because at the end of the chapter you will know it.]
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"I'm fine," Mike answered with difficulty. "I just feel a little sick to my stomach," he clarified, his voice trembling.
"I'll be around if you need anything," she said as she returned to her son.
A few minutes later, Mike appeared with a large bag full of supplies. He was very happy because those who offered help were so kind. However, that brief joy quickly faded, as André's mother informed him about Terry's situation.
"Can you go get some medicine?" Mike requested. "You know I don't know much about those drugs," he explained with an embarrassed tone.
"Don't worry, I'll go, but you have to take care of André too," she replied with an annoyed tone.
Mike first went to André's room and, seeing that his son was sleeping peacefully, decided to check on his friend. When he reached the bedroom, he noticed Mike was breathing slowly and sweating much more than before.
He went downstairs to put the kettle on in the kitchen on the first floor and place some warm towels on his body, then returned upstairs because he heard some knocking coming from his friend's room. Assuming he had hurt himself, he quickly ran.
"Terry, are you okay?" he asked when he entered the room and noticed his friend standing next to the bed.
"You should go back to bed. You need to rest..." Mike was saying to his friend when the latter suddenly turned around and bit his arm.
Scared and bleeding, Mike left the room, feeling an urge to flee the house due to his intense fear, but halfway down the stairs, he remembered that his son was in the room next to Terry's.
When he went back on the flight he had come down, he realized his friend was very close to the door where André was sleeping. Fearfully, he began to speak in a low voice to the creature, who had once been his friend. He led him slowly down the stairs, enduring the sharp pain he felt where Terry had bitten him.
As he reached the kitchen, the sound of the kettle boiling filled the somber scene. Mike searched for a few seconds for something to defend himself with, then grabbed a knife and plunged it into Terry, who followed slowly behind him.
"Friend... I'm sorry about this, but I can't let you attack André... Sniff," Mike said, holding back tears, though he wasn't sure if it was from the pain of the wound or from having stabbed someone, he considered his brother.
Mike, believing he had neutralized the danger, saw that his friend didn't react to the stab. Tremors of fear filled him as he looked at the wound. Only a few drops of blood were oozing out. He looked into his friend's dull eyes, but he didn't seem to be feeling any pain. Suddenly, Terry grabbed him by the arms and bit his neck.
"What the hell?!" Mike thought as if he tried to free himself from Terry, who wouldn't let go.
He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, but he knew that if his screams woke André and that creature attacked him, his son wouldn't stand a chance. He tried to keep fighting, but his friend continued assaulting him; all he could do was stare sadly at the place where André was sleeping.
A few minutes later.
"Mike, I brought the medicine," André's mother commented.
She noticed that everything was very quiet, except for a high-pitched noise coming from a whistling kettle. Annoyed, she quickly went to the kitchen to turn off the stove. However, when the annoying sound stopped, she heard a series of noises she couldn't understand.
She cautiously approached the source of the sound, and what she saw sent a shiver down her spine.
"Mi… Michonne," said Mike, who was slowly unraveling what was once his friend.
She watched Terry, who was supposedly sick, hover over her child's father as if he were a predator. Michonne felt an urgent urge to vomit, but the fear of attracting the creature's attention made her hold back. She backed away slowly as she saw Mike's pleading gaze.
"I'm sorry," Michonne murmured, tears streaming down her face.
Tormented, Michonne ran up to the second floor and locked herself in the room where André was sleeping. Seeing that he was fast asleep, she felt a sense of relief. Then, she opened the window and began screaming for help. However, the zombie, already enjoying its first meal, heard the screams, ran up to the second floor, and began pounding on the door where the noise was coming from.
"Go away, Terry!" Michonne cried, terrified.
"Why did you do that to your friend?" she asked in anguish, crying at the incessant sound of Terry's knocking.
Downstairs, the front door opened.
It was David, who had returned after Edwin's call. He noticed one of the men who had arrived with him earlier banging on a door on the second floor. He ran up the stairs, knife in hand.
"What's a zombie doing here?" David wondered, alarmed by the man's appearance.
He approached without the man noticing and, without a second thought, stabbed him in the back of the head. David caught the falling body to avoid making any more noise, as he wasn't sure if the other man was nearby.
"It's David," he said, knocking softly on the door. "Are you okay?" he asked Michonne.
"Sniff... I'm fine," she replied in a frightened tone as she looked down at her still-sleeping son. "What happened to Terry?" Michonne asked, noticing the banging had suddenly stopped.
"I had to stop him," David replied calmly. "What about Mike? Where is he?" he asked her.
"Terry attacked him… in the kitchen," Michonne replied through tears.
"I'm going down to find out what happened to him… You stay here and don't come down," David told her in a determined voice. David didn't want her to witness his friend's situation with the head injury.
Then he gradually descended. As he moved down, he began to hear noises coming from the kitchen. When David arrived, he saw Mike trying to get up, but his blood and guts were making him fall every time he tried. David cautiously approached the zombie, trying to make as little noise as possible.
"Sorry," David muttered as he raised the knife and plunged it into his head hard.
David stood up and looked around; the kitchen was marked by steam and blood. The scene was anything but a pleasant place. As he turned to return to the second floor, he noticed Michonne looking at him with a shocked expression.
She had come down here intending to help. She left the room and almost screamed when she discovered Terry's body. She placed her hands over her mouth as she watched Terry on the floor. Seeing David slowly descending the stairs, she decided to follow him quietly.
She followed David into the kitchen, mirroring his movements and avoiding making a sound. Glancing over to where Mike had been, she saw him clumsily trying to get up when any normal person would die with those injuries.
She looked at David in astonishment, with no resentment in her eyes. The scene she witnessed was simply too overwhelming to process.
"I... Just..." David tried to express it, but his phone rang, interrupting the silence that dominated the room.
The call was from Ron. David, during this chaos, had forgotten that he had committed to saving Ron's daughter. He looked at his phone hesitantly, not knowing what to do at that moment. After a moment of reflection, he gathered his courage and answered the call.
"Ron, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but we're going to need Alex for this rescue," he said in a subdued tone, looking at Michonne guiltily.
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[A/N: CHAPTERCOMPLETED
Thanks everyone for reading.
I hope you enjoyed the episode.
Yes, it was Michonne all along, but it's her character before the apocalypse hit.
Now, since her story will be different, we'll be able to see a new kind of person. Or will she continue down the same path as in TWD?
We'll see it in the next episode of Dragon B Z.
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Damn, this chapter had a publishing glitch yesterday and it screwed up my posting streak.
It was 74 days, I will leave this comment here as a backup.]