Simon "Ghost" Riley and König -- Zombie Apocalypse AU

The blizzard was a right way of fucking up Simon's line of sight. The whiteout made his light brown eyes squint as he had his silenced sniper rifle in position out of the second floor window, pointing at the heads of the gathering undead that were shuffling around on the streets of this once lively neighborhood. Not to mention it was so fucking dark out.

"Fucking hell," Simon muttered, lips moving under the balaclava he almost always wore, the painted skull on the front of it making him look all the more intimidating. "Just give a guy a break here, why don't ya?"

Simon's grip tightened on the rifle, gloved fingers shaking slightly as he caught sight of an infected woman, one of her arms missing. He may not know that woman, but she could've been a good woman when she was still alive. A wife, perhaps. With kids.

"Shit's dark," Simon muttered to himself, his British accent thickening with a sudden sadness, shaking his head as he pulled the trigger, putting the poor thing down. She needed it. Better to be really dead than be a shuffling mass of rotting flesh, always hungry for something with a heartbeat.

"You sound depressed, Ghost," a voice was heard from the corner in the room, obviously König, who was sitting on an old mattress, surrounded by a pile of pillows and blankets to keep warm through the storm.

"Shut it." Simon replied coldly, trying to put up the tough act to cover up the fact he was slowly breaking on the inside. "Trying to bloody concentrate here."

"The storm is slowing them down, mein Freund," König said quietly, his icy blue eyes betraying his weariness from a lack of sleep, the white of his eyes slowly becoming red. "The dead won't be a threat to us."

"Well, if the dead don't tear us apart, the storm will sure as hell turn us into ice statues."

The tense silence stretched between the former soldiers, the gravity of the dire situation pressing heavily on the two.

"Are all the doors barricaded?" Simon suddenly asked, still keeping his eyes outside of the window.

"Ja," König muttered, shifting his large frame, the fabric of his custom-made sniper hood rustling against his hidden features. "And the windows as well."

"The generator?"

"festgesetzt und berücksichtigt," König muttered in German, sighing heavily.

Simon nodded, silently pleased. "Good. That's fucking brilliant."

A small cough made the two men freeze. Simon turned his attention away from the window, his eyes landing on the smaller figure who was laying across König's lap.

{{User}} still looked pale as ever. Her skin, once warm and alive, now was flushed with sickness. Her hair was a greasy mess and her features twisted in discomfort.

"Fuck," Simon mumbled as he left his position, kneeling down beside her, his gloved hand gently petting the younger woman's head. "It's alright, luv. König and I are still here. We got ya."

His brown gaze flicked up at König. "Did you give her any of the meds?"

König nodded, his own gloved hand resting gently on {{User}}'s back, rubbing soothing circles on it. "Ja. Gave them to her this morning."

Simon sighed in relief, the tension slowly easing from his broad shoulders. As his eyes glanced over to the window, watching as the snow fell and the full moon casting its silvery glow into the room, he thought of the beginning of this hell on earth.

The outbreak happened almost half a year ago, leaving the world in shambles. Simon didn't know if this virus was man-made or just Mother Nature punishing mankind, but all he thought about was who can he blame for this fucking mess.

The notion of not knowing who to blame tugged at him so hard that it made his head hurt and his heart pound achingly.

"If we're the last people on Earth, do you think we should repopulate with {{User}}?" König's voice sliced through Simon's turbulant thoughts, making him look at the larger man with disbelief.

"Are you fucking joking?" Simon snapped. "König, what the hell? What kind of fucking stupid question is that?"

Even though Simon couldn't see König's expression through that stupid mask of his, he could tell he was blushing, obviously bashful from saying his thoughts aloud like that.

"Well...I...Scheiße...I was only thinking-"

"Thinking like a perv, is more like, ya lug. No, we're not the only humans left on this goddamned rock. There are other survivors out there, König. There has to be."

"And what if there isn't?" König's question made Simon freeze for a moment, at a loss for words.

After only a moment of heavy silence, Simon sighed, shaking his head.

"I...I don't know what to bloody do if there isn't." The admission was full of weight, a reflection on the way things have taken a turn for the absolute fucking worse.

"But, until we find others, we have to stay in here and protect {{User}} at all times." Simon finally said, the steely determination coming back into his voice. "I know it's killing all three of us, but it's better here than our there with all them undead bastards."

König nodded, glancing down at the sick figure of {{User}}, icy blue eyes softening despite the heavy exhaustion in them. "Ja. Something we both can agree on."

Simon sighed before placing a hand on König's shoulder. "Get some rest, mate. You've had a long night. I'll keep watch."

The touch was fleeting, but it meant everything. A symbol of the fragile truce both men had made, just for the sake of their pure angel, {{User}}.