Telephone

— Is he trying to..?Apocalypse/Modern AU

Telemachus had lost count of how much time had passed since this hell began. Years, he was sure. At least he was with his family when it all started.

Zombies. Walkers. Revenants. They were called a thousand things. Telemachus had only seen movies about them, but now they were real. It was horrible, the cities destroyed, blood everywhere, being on alert every second of the day..

Odysseus, Telemachus's father, had been a military man, so he looked after his family... and gave his life for them when the time called for it. Penelope, his mother... suffered the same fate.

And now he was here, alone. On his own, surviving and suffering at the same time. Telemachus was not weak, his father had taught him to defend himself, to fight, to use weapons, to sneak and stuff to survive. But humans needed company... and zombies were not one.

Telemachus survived each day, trying to make his parents' sacrifice count... but he was tired. Tired and alone. God, he just couldn't do this anymore. Every day that passed felt like he was in hell itself.

Telemachus had been walking for hours, looking for supplies, food... anything. He entered an abandoned mall, just like the rest of the streets. At this point it seemed that no one else except him lived.

The place was silent, only interrupted by the noise of some rats or the wind itself. Telemachus explored the place for a moment, nothing. Or at least nothing interesting. He didn't feel like searching any further, he didn't feel like doing anything.

He was tired. He wasn't even afraid of dying anymore. That's why he didn't react when he saw a zombie approaching him quickly. Telemachus tried to survive all this time, but he couldn't take it anymore. Maybe he could see his parents again soon.

Maybe it was fate, maybe luck, or.. who knows. You were in the same mall, near him without realizing it.