Cry x Reader (Extinction)

Part 1: Disaster Strikes

It has been almost six months since disaster struck, an unknown virus sweeping over the nation, destroying everything in it's path, leaving havoc in it's wake. This particular virus killed off a young girl's family, shattering her innocence, leaving nothing but an empty vessel.

Tears leaked subconsciously from her (e/c) eyes as she watched people die all around, only to get back up and attack anyone close, devouring their flesh. Panic, fear, and confusion swept through her very being as she ran down an empty alley way, leaving the scarring image behind, still being able to hear the victim's helpless screams. Still she ran on, knowing she would only get killed if she went back.

As she passed a dumpster a click of a gun's safety being removed was heard. The barrel of the gun was pushed roughly to the back of her head.

"Another one of you undead freaks." A gravely voice said as he pushed the gun harder, as if begging the small petrified girl to move. "I'll take care of you... one at a time."

Her (e/c) eyes screwed shut as she waited for death. Hopefully it wouldn't cause her too much pain. A loud bang came, but no pain welcomed her. She could hear something fall limply behind her. With a lot of hesitation, she slowly turned to the man now lying on the alley floor, pistol still tightly grasped in his hand. Blood oozed in a pool around the stranger's head, his eyes and mouth wide open.

Moans were soon heard from the entrance of the alleyway where the (h/c) girl came from. With a look at the body, she hastily pried the man's fingers off of the gun, having no clue how to shoot a weapon of this sort (or any sort at that), she held it cautiously.

The moans were becoming louder and it sounded like it was coming from the back as well as the front. Her (e/c) eyes widened in fear, she was trapped. Her flesh was going to be torn into like the other previous victims. Her eyes darted around wildly until above the dumpster there was a ladder leading up to an open apartment window.

With quick steps she clambered on top of the green dumpster and jumped. Her sweaty palms were slowly slipping from the rusty ladder. The young girl gave struggled pants as she painstakingly used her upper arm strength to start climbing, her foot finally stepping onto the ladder.

Hurriedly she climbed the ladder, only slightly worried how it groaned in protest against her weight, but she was more worried of the things getting closer. When she finally gripped the open window sill she let out a sigh of relief before stepping inside.

What appeared to be a family room was thankfully deserted. The girl looked around to see a phone laying on a coffee table. She reached over the couch, only for her wrist to be grabbed and yet another gun was pointed at her skull.

This time however, she was able to see her attacker... or tried to that is. Their face was covered in a white ceramic mask, a straight face or 'poker face' was written in black on the plain face wear. A black hood was covering their head which made them look even more intimidating.

She wanted to speak, to plead her innocence. The words died in her throat when she looked at the expressionless mask. How does a (your age) year old respond when being held at gun point? She now knew how deer felt when headlights fell upon them. Petrified, that's all she could feel.

"Who are you?" A surprisingly deep voice asked, his voice holding curiosity with a dangerous edge to it.

The girl was still too stunned to speak, her palms clammy, and her mouth was dry. The male, compared to the man, gently pressed the gun to her temple, she flinched slightly.

"Tell me or I'll have no option but to shoot."

For some reason unknown to her, the voice calmed her. She took a deep breath. "(Y/N)."