Where the Flame Ends {SkepHalo, Karlnapity, DreamNotFound}

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° Skeppy's POV °

I awoke the next morning with a miserable pain in my back. I assumed it was from hugging a blanket in an uncomfortable position. I had decided to get out of the molding building and continue walking. I followed my compass. It usually led me to some really good buildings, so it was a habit to follow in the direction it pointed.

A bit of walking wouldn't hurt even with the pain in my back. The compass began to spin in fast circles. I raised an eyebrow in suspicion. It never did that. I looked up to see a huge city before me. All the buildings were missing glass, leaning, covered in wines, weeds growing out everywhere, and water sitting in parking lots. It looked beautiful when the sun shined on it all. I inhaled, taking in the fresh scent of plants. I missed the smell. The only thing I had been smelling was zombies and moldy buildings. It felt refreshing to smell nature. The few of the morning still remained on the vines that ran their way through the city. It looked like a ghost town, and there wasn't much life left there. Occasionally a deer would run through, but I always saw deer run through cities in zombie apocalypse movies. But here I am now, actual witnessing it.

I held my bat tightly in my hand. Cities were known for holding zombies captive in the dark abandoned buildings. I didn't want to risk having a zombie come from behind and kill me. That was a nightmare I did not want to experience. I turned my head quickly, almost giving myself a whiplash. I saw a black figure run behind a school bus. The school bus was wrapped in vines and most of the windows were broken. There was a bit of graffiti on the sides. I slowly approached the school bus, walking towards the spot the figure ran behind. I held the bat above my shoulders, ready to swing.

° BadBoyHalo's POV °
I held the crowbar tightly in my hand. Someone or something was making their way around the school bus. I always seemed to question why I couldn't go anywhere without someone trying to murder me. As their shadow became visible, I readied my crowbar. As they turned the corner of the bus, we both swung, metal hitting metal. I fell back, sticking my hands up. I didn't want to fight at this point, just let whatever was there I'd what they wanted.

I slowly opened my eyes, seeing a boy stand before me. He had raven hair and a ripped blue hoodie. He crouched to pick up his bat. I kicked out at the bat, my black boot kicking it away from his reach.

"I need that dude," His eyes met mine.

I felt my cheeks go red.

"Is the sun in your face?" He asked as he moved his head, blocking the sun from pointing directly at my face.

"Uhm, the sun wasn't bothering me-" The boy moved his head, the sun shining back down on me.

I watched as the male grabbed his bat, sliding it back into his backpack. I stood, making sure to not start a fight with the stranger. He looked as if he had been fighting zombies for hours, or maybe he fought a few everyday.

"Don't be so scared. I don't really hurt people unless their zombified," I chuckled, dropping my shoulders.

"What're you doing out here? It's a bit dangerous out here, it's literally the home of zombies during the day." He snorted.

"They stay in the dark during the day, during the night they come out. I just go somewhere they aren't likely to go and just sleep there." I nodded.

"Well, my names Bad. Yours?" I looked at him, trying to lock eyes.

"Skeppy. Nice to meet you!" He walked over to me, taking my hand and shaking it.

"Your face is red? You hot or blushing?" He took a step back.

Oh shoot.

What do I say?

That's be awkward to say I'm blushing because of someone I just met!