Affinity awoke that next day hoping to feel her beloved Razor beside her. Eyes still closed, she moved her head forward, intending to nuzzle into Razor's neck. She found nothing. Confused, she began feeling around the bed for him. Finally she opened her eyes and lifted her head from the covers. There stood Razor, geared and ready.
"Glad to see you're up, Sleeping Beauty," He said.
Affinity rubbed the sleep from her eyes, gazing at the battle ready Razor before her. He was dressed in a buttoned white shirt and khakis, with the pockets stuffed full of batteries, fire crackers, and granola. All around it were straps holding knives to be held and thrown. Over his buttoned shirt was a big military vest, holding magazines of ammunition, supplies, more knives, and even smoke grenades. On top of it all he wore a long black trench coat, stuffed full of munitions, fire crackers, molotovs, and even an mp5k could be seen hidden there.
"You never told me you had all this," Affinity said timidly.
"Uh-huh, well, that's not all, I got two saddlebags filled to the brim with supplies for you," Razor said, pointing at two bags, connected by a thick, wide strap with canteens, first-aid kits, and extra smaller bags hooked onto the outside.
Affinity was dumbstruck, "What is this? The Great Migration?" she asked sarcastically.
"Uh, yeah actually, I said we weren't coming back, and it's already late in the evening," Razor quickly held up a hand to stop Affinity's sudden outburst, "yes, you did sleep that long, and good thing too, we've got some ground to cover, gotta get out of town and into the forest,"
Razor reached down to grab several larger weapons, such things included a Saiga 12 shotgun, DSR-1, and a mighty M82A2 Rifle. He strapped the shotgun and M82 to his back, while he fitted the DSR-1 to a backpack to be worn over the two guns.
"What's in the backpack?" Affinity asked.
"C-4, an AA-12, ammo, a crossbow, some frag grenades, food, blankets, lighters, flashlights, batteries, that sorta thing," Razor replied.
"Where did you get all this? You said you had been in a gun fight before, but you never gave me details," Affinity said.
"Uh, what?" Razor said nervously, "this is just something I... inherited, my dad was a soldier,"
"You said he worked at Costco,"
"That was after he retired from the military," Razor claimed, continuing to fidget with the backpack.
Affinity stepped up, pressing a hoof on the backpack, and getting Razor's attention.
"No more secrets Razor," she said, "I want to know,"
Razor looked at her with question, "Now's not the time to tell, Affinity," he said, finishing up with the backpack and grabbing an assortment of handguns.
"Were you a crime lord?" Affinity asked.
"What the hell makes you think that?"
"I found a hidden stash of drugs five months ago, in a crate labeled to go to North Korea,"
"I told you five months ago, I don't know where they came from,"
"Razor, how long have you kept this a secret?"
"Stop, this is going too far,"
"Razor, tell me!"
"IT IS OVER, AFFINITY!"
She backed up in fear, having never seen such an outrage from Razor.
"I was a hit man," Razor confessed, "I was with a mafia, quickly rose in the ranks, then I made a fortune selling drugs and weapons to other countries, retired early, kept a few for myself, and now here we are. Happy?"
Affinity was aghast, so many things were happening all at once for her, they were low on food, they've decided to relocate, and now Razor was revealing his dark past to her.
"Razor," she whispered, "why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Razor turned around, an eyebrow raised at her, "What? You afraid of me now?" Razor asked venomously.
Affinity approached him and hugged him.
"Never, I love you too much," she whispered in his ear.
Razor was shocked, not only at the response but his own actions toward her. He hugged her tightly, despite the bulky gear protecting his body.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I shouldn't have blown up on you like that,"
"I'm sorry too," Affinity said, "I shouldn't have pressured you, and I know that if you're the Razor I know, you regret every wrong choice you made, and I forgive you for them,"
Razor caught a glimpse of a digital clock on his bedside table. It was nearing 8:45, and he intended on leaving by 9:00 to stay in the shadows for as long as possible.
"We've got to get ready, it's almost time," Razor said.
Affinity took the saddle bags and placed them on her back, which she found to be surprisingly light for her. Razor slipped on a surgical mask then an Aiden Pearce scarf over that. On his head he gently placed his favorite fedora, which had an extra magazine for his operator hidden inside.
"I'm ready, you?" Affinity asked.
"Yeah, just need to put a couple more things on the saddlebags," Razor replied.
Razor dug out an M60E4 and tied it to one of the saddlebags, then he took an RPG-7 and strapped it to the other saddlebag.
"Too heavy?" Razor asked.
"Far from, I've dragged clouds filled with heavy rain ready to pour over long hauls, Razor," Affinity bragged.
"Good, if that's all, let's go," Razor said.
Razor grabbed his M4 and lead Affinity up the stairs to the outside world. The two were silent in their ascent, careful not to attract any monsters that lurked above. Razor pushed the rusting door open and stepped outside, scanning the dark hallway carefully. When he was sure they were alone, he gestured for Affinity to come, who thankfully had her hooves silenced by special horse shoes wrapped in cloth. They stalked through the dark hallway until they met another stairwell, this time carpeted and adorning finer, yet long ruined decor around it. Upon reaching the top, they saw the remains of a huge, high-ceiling house, nearly torn to shreds.
"So this is what's left of our home," Affinity said.
"Yeah," Razor said, who stood soaking in the amount of damage done to his old home.
"Razor, I'm sorry, I'm sorry about this, I know you loved your home," Affinity said.
"I got this home with the blood of people I killed, some of which were innocent... I guess this was bound to happen," Razor said, "let's keep going, we've only just gotten out of the bunker,"
"Where are we going?" Affinity asked.
"We need to get into the forests, but until then, we should probably try and find someplace closer, a basement or, if we're lucky, a resistance camp," Razor answered.
"There's a resistance?"
"Yeah, a coalition of survivors using gear obtained from the government, supply drops, militia help, or just straight up soldiers who hand deliver the stuff,"
"If we have these, why is the outbreak so bad?"
"Well, you've got 500,000 people on Earth fighting for survival, against six point five billion infected, not very promising odds,"
"Okay, so stepping out here was probably a bad idea,"
"No turning back now, Affinity,"
Razor led the way everywhere, with Affinity following close behind, with either wing or hoof. They were moving towards a crushed wall to the left of their exit in the home. Razor ran to it, stepping very quietly and, having tied his gear very tight to his body, made no sound at all when moving.
Uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh!
Razor pinned himself to what remained of the wall, watching another thin, faceless figure mindlessly shamble across.
"Damn, another one of these?" Razor whispered, "Let's keep him quiet, for good,"
Razor slipped from his hiding spot, his knife once again out and ready. He stalked closer, before grabbing it by the head and stabbing its throat, expertly clipping the vocal cords in the process.
He caught the body and gently laid it down, making the kill utterly silent, a skill Razor had seasoned and honed over his years. He checked what lay beyond, a deep fog that made it difficult to make anything out. Razor took his Backpack and rummaged through it, finally pulling out a military tactical compound bow. He fixed a makeshift arrow to it, a simple stick carved out for the bow and sharpened at one end, and stood waiting. After a futile attempt to make out what was in the fog, he began rummaging again, and found infrared goggles. Placing them over his eyes, Razor saw the fog light up with several figures of humanoid creatures, some thin, others morbidly large and grotesque. Razor found one point of interest, blocked by a thin, shambling imbecile. He drew back the arrow and caught the beast through the skull, downing it as quietly as the last.
"Man, I forgot how stupid shamblers are," Razor muttered.
He slipped through the fog, across the gang of undead nightmares, and into the point of interest, a window to a basement Razor hadn't noticed before. He remembered the house, he plundered it several times, but always found the basement unaccessible, until now.He threw his entire backpack in, grabbed a fire cracker and lighter, then lit the fire cracker. With the bomb ready to blow, he threw it opposite his location, sending the monsters into a frenzy as soon as the pop became audible. The entire mob rushed over there, anxious to find what had made the noise. With the creatures distracted, he gestured Affinity to follow him into the small basement window, which she slipped through effortlessly. Razor shut the window and began to tour the basement.
"Razor, we hardly made it four feet from the bunker," Affinity whined.
"Yeah, so?"
Razor lit a flood lamp he fished from his backpack and looked at his surroundings. The walls were covered with shelves, and the shelves were chalk full of medical supplies and food.
"Ho, ho, jackpot!" Razor laughed.
Affinity, thoroughly impressed, said, "Okay, I'll give ya this one, well done,"
"God, please don't hurt us,"
"What was that, Razor?" Affinity asked.
Razor looked at her with confusion, "I... didn't say anything,"
"Then... what was that?" Affinity asked, panic beginning to strike her.
"I thought it was you," Razor said.
"God help us, please,"
Razor turned his head in alarm, and unhooked the M4 strapped on top of his vest. Fingering the masterkey, he looked around the corners of the room, finally crossing a set of shelves which split the room into two sections. He inched forward, then peeked around quickly, aiming his barrel at two young children cowering on a dirty mattress.
"Who're you? Where're your parents?" Razor asked.
"My dad got sick, so my mom started to look after him in a separate room, y'know, to contain the disease, she locked the door and I haven't heard since," the older one said.
Razor looked at the younger one, trembling in fear, "What? You too pant-shitted scared to help out your sister?"
"Please, he's only six," the sister begged.
"Yeah, sure, do you know what symptoms your dad had?" Razor asked.
"What do you need the symptoms for?" Affinity asked.
"I need to know if he's infected, and shouldn't you be hiding?" Razor whispered severely.
"Special magic makes it so only you can see me,"
"Uh-huh, so, do you know the symptoms?"
"Umm," began the sister, "he had a really bad cough, like the rattly sort, he seemed to be in pain for no reason, doesn't want to eat food, and then, he began saying really weird things,"
"What kind of weird things?"
"Uh, he'd always just say he's happy, and that he loves the smell of rotten meat, speaking of, I kinda know where he's coming from, but not in his crazy point of view,"
Razor's eyes went wide as he muttered to Affinity, "Shit, this entire family has been infected,"
"What will you do?" she asked.
Razor looked at the girl, now smiling creepily at him, "Only one thing to do,"