Zombie's POV:
I was walking down the street, ignoring the sirens passing by me and the sound of gunshots. I'm used to it by now. Then I tripped and fell on the sidewalk.
"Ow!"
???:"Ow.."
My head shot up, seeing another guy about my age sitting on the ground, rubbing his head. He had a scar on the side of his face and his clothes were ragged,like mine.
"Are you ok??? I'm so sorry for that!"
???:"It's fine. I'm used to it."
I rubbed my leg, which was throbbing and talked to the man for a while. Turns out he's homeless because of the government being cruel, which I can relate to the guy. He's a pretty good drawer too.. due to the sheet of paper that has a beautiful drawing on it that's next to him. I then realized that my prosthetic had gotten caught onto his sneaker.
"Oops sorry!!"
Street Artist:"It's ok.. I'm pretty used to being tripped on."
Awkward silence.
"So..do you know what the heck is going on here?"
Street Artist:"Not really, just government related shit."
"Yeah..they are horrible people."
Street Artist:"Is that how you turned out like that..? "
"Mhm..Test gone wrong..I used to work with The Scientist as a tester until an explosion went off..nearly killing me in the process but..I lived, and was isolated for several weeks because of it. My dad's jacket was destroyed in the explosion too. I never took it off.."
Street Artist:"That's horrible.. I'm sorry."
"Thanks.."
We looked at each other for a while, I then feel something cold on the back of my neck. Artist was staring at whoever was behind me. He was mouthing "Don't move!"
Cop:"You two. To the wall. Now."
I slowly got up and walked over to the wall, while the cop pats me down, terrified about what will happen next.
Cop: "Sir I'm going to need to take you into custody."
"What why?!"
Cop:"1. You look like crap. 2. You have been working with a fugitive before. 3. It's my j-j-bang!"
I turn around to see Street Artist has knocked out the officer with a bat he found. He quickly drops the bat in shock.
Street Artist:"Oh my God! Did I..kill him??"
"No..you just knocked him out.. it's ok.."
I see he's starting to get up, and I grab artist's hand and we run for it. Both of us are not very athletic, so the cop nearly caught up to us several times because of my bad leg and Artist's clumsiness. We both stopped suddenly because of the pier being right there, no other way out.
"What do we do??.."
Cop:"You both are finished now!"
He walks over to us, and points a gun at us.
Cop:"You have two choices! Come with me. Or die."
"Neither!"
Cop:"Fine then!" He fires it off, and the bullet hits my leg, causing me to fall backwards in the water.
I barely had any time to scream or do anything as I hit the water. I forced my eye open to see the surface getting farther and farther away, I try to swim up but, I'm not a good swimmer. I cover my mouth to hold the air in with no luck. My head pounded with my lungs Beginning to burn from lack of air. I felt my body slowly getting weaker and weaker..I thought..this doesn't feel as bad as it should be..I blacked out when I felt something hit my back,the bottom of the pier most likely.
An hour later..
Street Artist:"Zombie? Thank God you're awake!"
"H-huh..?"
Street Artist:"Don't move.. I'm still trying to stitch it up."
I move my head around, coughing up water as I remembered what happened. He used a shoelace from his sneaker to tie off the blood loss.
"W-what happened..?"
Street Artist:"I killed him..I killed that cop.."
"How..?"
"After he shot you..I lost it..and I smacked him in the head with the bat over and over again..then I jumped in to get you out..I thought you were dead.."
"Thanks for saving me artist.."
He then covers up the wound with a rag and smiles.
Street Artist:"Anytime Zombie.."
"So..what now?"
Street Artist:"We should get away from here.."
"Ok.."
We then get up and walk to a nearby tree, we sit by it and look at the sky for a while..but one thing is bugging me..
Why is this happening?
End of Chapter 6..
Death list: 1. Founder:Shot in the head. 2. Cop:head bashed in with a bat.