Ending F OT/OC/OF/Hr/A/T PG-13

[Sai-kun]

Possible one-shot :O I might do more like this. XP

Alright, a note: I don't write fanfiction. Period. =P So before you all get all "omg sucks lol" please keep in mind that I don't write a lot. In fact, this is the first time I've written an original story in years. XD

So, I present you, Ending F.

August 28, 2006
A fiction oneshot by Carlos Revollo, also known as Sai-kun

ENDING F

A hot July afternoon. Just what Jake needed.

Jake arose to the sounds of moaning and groaning surround his humble abode.
He shook his head, tossing away all remnants of sleep.
He changed out of his pajamas and into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that was a bit too small for him.
There was a pounding on his door and some of his walls, which he ignored.


Jake made his way to the kitchen, grabbing some bread and throwing it in the toaster.
He paused, coughed for a few seconds, and made his way to the fridge, where he opened the door and grabbed the last remaining bottle of ice tea. Arizona, with raspberries, Jake's favorite.
The toaster clicked, and the nicely toasted toast popped out. Jake grabbed it and took a bite, leaving it hanging from his mouth.
He walked over to a closet and opened it, and pulled out a shotgun. He looked in a small bag next to it and found about 50 bullets. He put a bullet in the shotgun, and put the bag's tie through the hoops on his shorts.
He left the shotgun leaning on a nearby table and walked back into his room, grabbing his phone and wallet.


He walked into his living room, where the shotgun lay against the table. He grabbed it, and walked straight out his front foor, shooting an undead woman in the face. He reloadad the gun, took a sharp left, and shot another man in the knee, making him crumple to the ground, groaning loudly.
Jake continued down the street, shooting any zombie that dared to cross him. one by one, a path of blood and broken bones was made by him. He walked a bit faster, encouraged by his triumphs.
He was almost there, almost free of the insanity that drove him to take his own family's life.


He stopped in an alley way, kicking a lone zombie that had fallen and was unable to get up. He finished his toast, and took a big swig of his tea. He felt refreshed as he wiped the blood off himself.
He left the alleyway, shot a large man in the arm, blowing off and away, and kept his path down the street.
Jake was quickly running out of stamina. He finished his tea and threw it in the face of a random zombie, and grinned as it writhed in agony of having its face torn off in various places.
"Hn. Someone who wasn't fully transformed. Oh well. That's one less I have to waste a bullet on." he said to himself and he started to slow down.
After about an hour of running and walking and killing, he finally saw his goal in sight. The city limits. He breathed a sigh of relief to himself and started to run.
He began to cough, and choked on a bit of blood that had made its way up his throat. he spit it out and continued his trek. He was almost free. Almost. So close. So close and...


Jake was only a few feet from the limits when a zobie grabber him from behind. He cocked his shotgun and blasted it the face, and wiped off the blood on himself.
He stepped over the line and...

collapsed. He found himself coughing up more blood, and a writhing pain was swelling up inside him. Something else was too. A new feeling. A feeling of numbness.
Jake moved himself onto his back, and quickly found a Zombie hovering over him. He wondered if he could still make it. He reached for another bullet from his ammo bag and grasped...air. Emptyness. Nothingness. Nonexistence.
He was out of ammo.

Jake coughed up more blood, his eyes went wide, and he suddenly lost control of his thoughts. Only one remained.

Food...

Jake got up, slowly, dropping the spent shotgun...and blended in perfectly with the rest of the crowd.



FIN.
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