Monday, August 24, 2015

The Infection (Part 3)

Todd, Han, and Robert were exhausted. They collapsed on tiny bunk beds in the military base that was lent to them. The sky was black, and the moon was out. Todd whispered to Han and Robert, "Do you think they will make us go back out there?"

Han replied, "Yes, of course, they need all the troops and medical personal to fight this disease."

Robert then cried out, "Then I am going to leave! I don't want to become one of those ravaging infected folk. I'm going to ask that kind lady for some spare clothes and get out of here."

"Then I am going with you!" Burst out Todd and Han together. They all climbed out of their bunks, took out unnecessary items from their packs, and crept out of their sleeping quarters, trying to sneak out. When they reached the exit, they slowly pushed open the door. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Then, they ran outside and bolted for the gate. They ran and ran, and nobody stopped them. They finally reached the lady's house and asked her for some clothes. She told them to come in and change. They threw out their muddy, worn out, torn clothes into the garbage, and put on the new fresh clothes that were her husband's. Todd was stuck with a dress shirt and pants, while Todd and Han got a casual t-shirt and jeans. They thanked the lady, checked their packs to make sure everything was inside, such as med-kits, pain pills, and pistols, then left the house. They decided to act like civilians and go to the evac center in the next town, since the general would recognize them in this town. The set out to the fence around the small town they once thought was a safe haven, and set out to the unknown.

After walking ten miles, they couldn't walk any further. They were trying to walk towards the lights in the distance, but it never seemed to get any closer. They decided to rest. They slept on the ground, not caring about the mud and bugs on it, happy to get some sleep. The next day, they woke up early, tired but able to walk. They finally reached the shining light, which was coming from a distant city. Todd cried out in relief, "If I had to walk any more, I would lose another fifty pounds!" As they got closer, they realized that the lights were coming from a hill on the other side of the city, and they would have to go THROUGH the city in order to get there. Han cursed, and threw pack to the ground. He cried out, "We have to go THROUGH the city!? Who knows if it is safe or not!" Robert then whispered, "We need to walk more!" After a weary journey, they all fell on their knees and lied down. The lights in the distance seemed to dance, taunting them, encouraging them to come closer. They pulled out water bottles from their packs and drank from it, not letting any water dribble down from their chin. They recapped their bottles, stuffed them in their packs, and forced themselves to get up. The three fatigued men walked into the city.

At first, there were no sign of any people, or infected, but then a distinct growling and howling could be heard. As they turned the corner, they saw hundreds of infected on one street, wandering around. They quickly ran past, making sure to be silent and stealthy. The infected didn't notice. They pulled out their pistols and continued towards the light. They trudged onward, and they saw another group of infected. There was no way to get past them but to shoot. As soon as they fired the first bullet, the horde cried out, and lunged and lashed out for them. Todd cried out, "My god! They are like piranhas!' The came in waves, running towards them screaming and squealing. Han, Robert, and Todd shot, trying to not get bitten or scratched, but they were no successful. Han and Todd both were bit, and Robert was scratched on the cheek. However, nobody was showing the symptoms. They were terrified, and Han started to sob. He cried out, "WHY! WHY! WHY ME!." He fell to the ground and Todd and Robert waited. They waited for the inevitable.

They waited all day, but nothing happened, they never felt the urge to bite or attack another healthy person. They decided that they were immune. They once again set out towards the enticing light in the distance, hoping it is a way to get out of the hellish city and survive. They traveled over people's backyards, encountering hundreds of infected, managing to kill them all, even if not unscathed.

Todd was tired, and decided they should rest. Robert and Han gladly obliged, when suddenly, an infected pounced from the rooftop of a nearby skyscraper, and viciously attacked Todd. Todd screamed, "Get it off, get it off!" as he struggled to shove it off his body. It clawed and bit Todd, and finally Robert grabbed a pistol and shot ten times. Then, it slumped over and died. Han rushed over and patched Todd's wounds up with a med-kit, but Todd was still in pain. He managed to sit up and drink some water. He didn't stop until the bottle was empty, and he cast it aside. He managed to say, "I think the disease has mutated." Then he collapsed onto the ground. Robert walked over and lifted him up, regardless of the injuries he had and the enervated he felt. He carried Todd while Han grabbed two pistols and dual wielded them, a murderous look in his eyes. They were about a quarter of the way to the light, when they found a barred metal door, and a house next to it. They recognized it as a safe house that infected couldn't get into. They saw many along the way, but until now, they didn't have the need for it. They walked in, closed and locked the door, piled chairs and a drawer against it, and fell asleep.

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