Death Walker part 1

The sun beat down on the dry earth and the earth took the sun into its self as never before. No clouds kept the sun back, the very concept of clouds was almost a foreign thing. Water was scarce, and disease was rampant. The end times arrived when everyone was sleeping. The dead woke then to take their place and man made his fatal mistake. Nuclear hellfire scorched the land, turning mountains into twisted glass foundations and ash. Water boiled from the atmosphere, and those who died with their eyes closed were very lucky.

Sandy leaned out over the edge of the roof as far as he could without slipping and falling to the street below. There was a woman walking the streets of New York and with her two bulky men. They didn't shamble or trip in their movements and he was beginning to question if the heat had finally fried his brain. Sandy's left hand gestured back towards Terrance who was putting together the sniper rifle.

"Not a zombie." said Sandy in a low whisper.

"Survivor?" came the muffled response of someone who never takes off their gas mask.

"Not sure, could be. Something is wrong with the two guys with her though."

Sandy was about to say something else when the woman and her two bodyguards suddenly stopped. She began looking around her as if she had heard, or perhaps smelled something she didn't like. Terrance slid across the rooftop on his back, holding the sniper rifle to his belly until he came up beside Sandy. The rifle was beat up and held together in places by duct tape, but the scope was recently acquired from a burned out gun store. Terrance gazed down at the woman and was surprised to see a beautiful blonde without glazed over eyes and an awkward walk.

"She's alive and looking good, what I wouldn't do for a piece of... Shit."

"What?"

"Necros."

The word sent a chill down Sandy's dirt covered neck. Necros weren't zombies, but they certainly weren't human. They were a death sentence to any who saw them. They couldn't be killed. They didn't bleed, breathe, or give a damn. Blowing one up would only piss it off. They came for you, and when they did... You would be lucky to warn others before it cut you down.

"We have to warn the woman!"

"They're with the woman, she's with them. What kind of woman keeps Necros for company?" He said through the gas mask. Pleading with Sandy, hoping that he would never have to find out.

Terrance looked back over the side of the building with the sniper scope and sucked in a gasp of dirty air through his mask's filtration system.

"Ssskk, I lost them!"

Sandy stumbled to his feet and started running towards the stairs that led up to the roof they now occupied. Fear poured into his belly like worms crawling out of flooded earth. There was no escape for them if the Necros were in the building, but he wasn't about to wait for them to find him on top of some dusty roof. He held a battered Uzi in one hand and his life in the other. One would not fall without the other. Death in one hand, life in the other... Entwined.