Crypts Are For The Living

A/N: This was an English Project I wrote. I thought it'd be a cool one-shot, so...here it is :D

Disclaimer: I own. All ideas in this are mine! MinE DAMNIT!

Warning: Very mild slash/yaoi/boyxboy. If you blink...you might miss it.

Rated: T, for swearing, very mild slash, violence, and Zombie Apacolyspe...s...s... xD

Summary: What happens when Zombies take over the world? "A Zombie. The one that was three meters from them…and the dozen that were following a few more meters behind. They were zombies. Reanimated bodies that came back to steal more life, in revenge, in hunger, it was…insanity."

An inhumane screech was heard before a ‘whoosh’ followed by the frantic crunching of feet on a forest floor sounded, breaking the silence of a black night. A lithe body ripped through the forest brush, running as fast as humanly possible. A blood red moon lit the way for the young male as he blindly ran though the omnipotent shadows that threatened to grab him before the danger he was trying to escape could. Ignoring the cuts that were starting to adorn the area not covered by his black t-shirt and jeans he failed to notice, in his panic, the rotted log that laid in his path. He tripped. He fell. And the chest clenching feeling that he was going to die, alone, here in this forest started to creep back into his mind. Fear choked his throat, as it’s unmerciful hands worked their way up his body. A soft whimper involuntarily left Ryuuzaki’s lips as he heard the blood chilling moans of the imminent danger getting closer to his position. His emerald eyes started to water as the terror slowly sunk into his bones. Suddenly though:

“Hey, stupid. Move!”

Ryuuzaki looked around before spotting the owner of the voice a few feet from him, next to the base of a giant oak.

“Well? Are you gonna move? Or stare at me like a dumbass?” His golden eyes shone in the moonlight, disgust and malice dripping from his words. “If you’re going to give up just like that, then you deserve to be killed.”

He looked back at the boy. His golden auburn hair slightly covering his eyes that were set on lightly sun-kissed skin.

‘Such a contrast compared to me…’ He thought, thinking of his blue-tinted black hair and pale skin; ‘Probably paler now since I’m scared shitless.’ He added sarcastically.

The boy huffed in annoyance before grabbing Ryuuzaki’s arm and pulling him up, and literally dragging him along as he continued to run.

“I will not have another death on my conscience, so you better keep up.”

They kept running, the screams of people in the distance never leaving their ears. The lush green forest, hiding them from the danger behind, seemed to be mocking the world. Every green leaf, every currently healthy tree, every damned root that stuck out in their path in hopes of slowing them down, seemed to be laughing in silent glee as the human race plummeted to the pits. For the first time since meeting the other boy, Ryuuzaki spoke, his English accent dripping from his words due to the stress and anger that currently welled in the bottom of his stomach.

“Bloody forest.”

“What are you talking about, dobe?” The elder male looked over at him, a questioning look forming in his eyes as they continued running.

“The whole bloody forest seems to be mocking us.” He replied, and as an after thought, added “And don’t call me dead last!”

They soon emerged from the forest, only to walk into an old, abandoned and forgotten cemetery. The moss growing on the crypts and gravestones seemed to eerily remind them, of the consequences of giving up. It almost looked surreal, out of all the places they could have end up it was a cemetery. The elder male let go of the younger ones hand, having grabbed it the longer they ran, in order to ensure not getting lost. He walked over to the base of a particularly large gravestone, ironically, in the shape of a cross, and sat down at the base.

“We can rest here for a bit. The names Taro, by the way.” He spoke, his breath still coming out slightly ragged due to the adrenaline wearing off.

“Ryuuzaki.” He replied on instinct. “Are you sure? Won’t it be easier to get caught here?”

Taro opened up one golden eye, and stared at the pale body before him. “Everything in this graveyard is already dead, Ryuuzaki.” He stated slowly. “Haven’t you ever read Zombie Survival Guide books?”

Ryuuzaki blushed, the red showing prominently on his pale skin. “Ah, right. Forgot…”

Taro patted the ground next to him “Come.” He rested his hands in his lap as he closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to calm his shaking nerves. Ryuuzaki walked over and plopped down. He leaned his backside against the stone and pulled his knees to his chest, while promptly bringing his thumb to his lips and bite the edge of it, in deep thought. Taro opened his eyes and stared at his current companion. “What are you doing?”

“The pain…it helps me think easier.” He nodded at the response.

“We’re pretty much fucked, aren’t we.” Taro stated after a moment.

“Yep.”

A sigh escaped Ryuuzaki’s lips as he came up with absolutely nothing. The sun was setting, casting menacing shadows over the cemetery. A foreboding sort of silence befell the two teens as they subconsciously scooted closer to each other the darker it got.

“It’s getting dark.” Taro’s voice broke the silence, merely a whisper being swallowed up by the darkness. As if the thick shadows were sucking the sound out as soon as he murmured those words.

“What are we going to do?” Ryuuzaki struggled to keep the panic from lacing his voice.

Taro got up, the sudden movement causing the younger boy to almost fall over. Ryuuzaki noticed, with embarrassment, that he had actually snuggled against the elder male the darker it had gotten. Taro looked around, his golden orbs scanning the surroundings. His expression unreadable.

‘He’s so closed off. What made him that way I wonder…’

“Ryuuzaki.” Said boy jumped in surprise. “Look, over there.” The paler boy focused his attention towards the direction that Taro indicated.

“A crypt?” Confusion laced the younger males voice. “What about it?”

Golden eyes took on an annoyed look. “For shelter, moron. We can’t just sleep fight out in the freakin’ open where the damn zombies can kill us! God! Don’t you ever think before you open that mouth of yours?”

Ryuuzaki looked taken aback. ‘How could someone so beautiful have such a harsh demeanor…’

“Sorry…’m sorry.” Ryuuzaki sighed. “Bloody hell, its jus’ this ‘ole thing is a bag ‘o bollocks! I mean…”

Taro watched the young boy in fascination. Noticing his thick British accent coming out as he ranted on how unfair the whole “bloody” world was. He watched as the other boy curled up, wrapping his arms around his knees and started to dry sob. Then, something happened that Taro had never done before. He walked up to the boy, kneeled beside him, and hugged him to his own chest.

“Hey, shut up. It’s okay. I didn’t mean to snap at you, just relax. It’s going to be okay, we’re going to be okay. I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Taro continued to murmur sweet nothings into his ear as the boy’s trembling started to subside. Ryuuzaki pulled away and looked up at the golden haired teen.

“Sorry…I didn’t mean to turn into a babbling mess…”

And the only thing Taro could think of was:

”Your English accent comes out when you’re a mess.”

Ryuuzaki stared at him with a blank look on his face. Then, the bubbling feeling welled up inside of him, before rising to the surface, and bursting out. He was laughing. The two teens fell to the ground, in hysterics.

“We are so screwed.”

Ryuuzaki would have replied to that comment, but he was currently gasping for air.

All too soon though, their merry laughter broke at a very familiar sound.

Taro stopped. He looked at Ryuuzaki, his face mirroring his own. Panic. Fear. His thoughts racing he grabbed his companions arm and dragged him up. Ryuuzaki’s black eyes filled with his thoughts. Racing.

The moans started getting closer, more demanding.

“Come one stupid! Move!” He gave a harsh yank to the arm he was holding and dragged the younger boy over to the crypt. “Help me instead of standing there like a dumbass!”

“Uh…y-yeah.” Ryuuzaki was trembling again. ‘I think I’m having a panic attack.’ The thought was simple, sarcastic. ‘Bloody wonderful.’

The two teens started to yank on the door, pulling the heavy god forsaken stone door open. Inch, by inch.

Then, the moans were loud. Close.

‘That sounds really close…’ Inner Ryuuzaki mused.

They turned around. And had the situation not been life threatening, their expressions could have been comical. Eyes huge, mouth half open in a silent sort of scream.

“Way too bloody close!” Ryuuzaki’s scream seemed to snap Taro out of the fear induced paralysis and he violently shoved the other boy into the crypt before rushing in himself, and in a fury of adrenalin an fear, he slammed the two-ton door shut. Banging could be heard from the other side, as the flesh deprived moans got louder, angrier, at their loss of prey.

“That,” Taro paused. Dramatic effect taking place. “Was fucking close.”

Ryuuzaki could still feel his heart in his throat, pounding away, reminding him he was still alive.

“Oh…my…god. D-did that just h-happen?” Taro looked down at the boy, sitting where he had shoved him. “W-what was that. What was that!?”

Taro let out a breath he wasn’t aware of holding and collapsed next to the younger male.

That picture was one that would refuse to leave his mind.

Wrinkled skin, a mixture of green and yellow, in a sickening blend of colour. Eyes missing and gouged out, as if someone had plucked them and chomped on them in front of the person’s face, blood spattered across. Just a black gaping hole where certain things should have been. Skull cracked, organs falling out, pink flesh blackened by supposed death. Body half naked from the clothes being ripped off, probably from the initial attack. Limping walk, hands, or what was left of them, reaching forward, wanting to steal. Steal life. Another solider to add to the ranks of the undead. The disease had clearly eaten away at the former person. Simply an emaciated body with cuts and rips in it that should have killed a normal person.

A normal person.

Not a zombie.

And that was exactly what it was.

A zombie.

The one that was three meters from them…and the dozen that were following a few more meters behind. They were zombies. Reanimated bodies that came back to steal more life, in revenge, in hunger, it was…insanity.

A/N: Well, that's that. Yes, that's how it ends. I might make it longer because my friend said it would be better if it was 20 pages instead of 6...then again...he just wants to know what happens --"

Either way, review if you like.