[b]Genesis J.[/b]

He threw himself into the grimy wall of the Chicago alleyway, the slowly fading light of the nearby lamppost bathing his form in a dark orange glow. Every breath of air that came out of his lungs was painful, and he could feel the tightness of fear and panick gripping his heart with an iron fist. Slowly letting out a breath, the teenager opened his eyes, having not even noticed that he had closed him. God damn it...what was going on? No, this wasn't the time for stupid questions...he knew what was going on. It was fucking obvious. Zombies...rotten corpses, that he'd never think he'd see out of literature, video games, and movies...they were real. Hell yes, they were real, and they were god damn savage. What could he even do? He didn't know where his fellow students were - they were separated hours upon hours ago, and Sergeant was dead. He and Jacob saw the man get his neck ripped out by their bus-driver. And now, zombies were ripping through people like a knife through butter, and his phone was busted, and he was alone, and there was like six zombies following him, and- 

His hand's tight clenching cut off his thoughts, which were slowly becoming more and more panicked. He could do this...he just had to go. His breath was slowing, and his lungs no longer felt like they were on fire. He could make this...he just had to think. He needed to get control of himself, think, and act. Sharp, fast, and efficient...just like he was taught. With a slightly wavering grunt, Genesis threw himself off of the alley's walls, leaning forward so that he could peek outside of the alleyway, and into the dark streets. So far, there was no one around him, except a few parked and smoking cars. No signs of survivors, and no signs of zombies. Bringing his head back in, Genesis glanced around, eyebrows narrowed as he began to glance around for something, anything to defend himself with while he found a safer place. There was some trash, a rotten banana peel, a trashcan and a trashcan lid, and right beside the trashcan, only slightly rusty, was a piece of lead pipe. A quick glance upwards showed that it fell from the fire-escape above him. Whatever...it was something. Grasping it hard in his right arm, Genesis sighed once more, before biting his tongue and ducking out of the alley.

Only to be face-first with a rotten, groaning corpse.

"Fuck!" He instinctively yelled out, taking a quick step back in pure shock. The zombie stepped forward only a second later, and Genesis got a full look. Rotten, decomposed flesh. Lifeless eyes. Hair torn from it's scalp, and a body only a witch would kill for. It was a woman. And it lunged at him. "Fuck off!" He side-stepped the rather clumsy lunge, and felt a surge of righteous anger course through him. Why the Hell did this nightmare have to happen? Why did this lady decide to get bit? While the zombie was recovering from it's lunge, a full-powered, textbook baseball swing with a lead pipe slammed against the back of it's head, cracking open the flesh and sending it flying into the wall. Not even hesitating, Genesis exhaled harshly as he slammed the lead pipe into the zombie's temple twice more, splattering gore and rotten brain matter over his jeans and the dirty ground.

For a second, he was simply breathing heavily, light brown eyes hard and focused as he stared at the disgusting mess with his usual stoic expression.

The next second, he was trying not to puke.

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[b]Genesis J.[/b]

He almost had tunnel vision, his arms and legs pumping as he sprinted down the dark street. An abandoned car rested in the middle of the road, but Genesis barely paid it heed as he instinctively leaped over the hood, using his hands to spring over it. His head moved left and right, looking for some place - anyplace to get into, so that he could lock the Hell outta the door, and try to reach his mom. He needed a safe spot, even if it was temporary...he just needed to think in peace for a bit. Slowing to a jog once he came across a two-way corner, Genesis was about to head left when he caught notice of what seemed to be a stairway leading down. Downwards meant slightly hidden, and that was enough for him. Jumping down the few steps that lead to the location, he landed and glanced around, not even noticing the blood that was quickly drying on his hands, pants, sneakers, and the lead pipe that was still clenched tightly in his right hand. A door was open, leading right into a dusty room...a bar. 

He stepped into the room, relief blossoming in his stomach, when he caught sight of a blonde-haired teen leaning against the far wall - more like collapsed, and he seemed like he was crying a bit. Genesis didn't blame the guy. 

"Shit..." He whispered as he made his way fully into the room, not knowing that he had mirrored what the boy had said earlier. The teen was about to rub his face, when he realized the blood currently coating his hands. Thinking better, he just frowned and glanced around, before finally focusing his gaze on the boy. "You okay, man?"