The Last Of Us: All Of Us Chapter 1: Season 1 Episode 1-16, a last of us fanfic

Chapter 1

"-M, SAM, SAM, Come on, wake up," I got up as dad shook me "They found us!" this got me up fast. I grabbed my bat that I previously nailed nails in, put on my pack, and readied myself toward the door. An infected runner smashed the door window and started climbing through. It flopped through followed by another. "Dad!? What do we do!?" "I don't know," we said as we backed up. I felt the courage to turn and sneak a peek behind us, I saw it; a fire escape. "Come on," I waved "down we go" and I stepped out the open window that was slightly tinted, shielding the harsh sun lurking behind it. I quickly stepped down the ladder looking up to check dad was coming and down to check for infected. I jumped of the ladder using my legs like shock absorbers. "Come on" I hurried hopping from side to side. He jumped down as I had done as an infected runner climbed through the window.

We ran, hair passing through my hair; it felt about fifteen minutes of weaving through buildings and traffic, we finally slowed down. "f-ing hell!" I yelled in pain as I spotted a clicker in the distance and started running in the opposing direction. I tried to hold out the pain in my side but it was slowing me down which is not good because as we ran the one clicker behind us multiplied from one to three to ten. I looked behind and saw the multitude of infected clickers. As I looked back, I wasn't focussed on where I was heading which was strait into the rear end of a car. My head knocked into the bonnet leaving me dazed and my leg was no match to the hunk of metal hanging out of the bumper splitting a gaping hole in my skin and muscle to the bone. My bat rolled away as I collapsed on the ground. I saw dad's terrified face stationary in mid-air facing me. I waved him away limply with my right hand and managed to croak, "Go, I'll find you." He hesitated then ran.

I laid there up against the car as the infected clickers neared. I closed my eyes, going through my head was all the moments and people important to me; dad, my sister, mum, my girlfriend who perished at the hands of an infected runner. I opened my eyes to see the group pass as if I weren't there, but one stoped and turned around. It walked past me and stopped in front of me. It turned and looked directly at me. I had been holding my breath this time and needed to exhale. I slowly breathed out to quieten the sound but it still heard me and leapt at me. As an instinct my arm rose, its' jaws closing around my arm. Pain flooded through me like the blood flowing out of me along with winces and screams.

My head tilted left and I saw my bat. My left arm lazily stretched toward the handle but it was just out of reach so I tried pulling him off. With my hand on the fungi that replaced his exploded forehead and my unharmed foot on his jaw. I pushed but it was like a child in a candy store. I kept pushing and finally he gave in on his feast and let go. I used this chance to grab the bat, I held it firmly in my hands as he looked up and I swung. The bat collided with his head and ripped out a chunk of flesh, brain and bone taking out the clicker once and for all. In the distance, I could see a man and girl running toward me as I faded out.

Chapter 2

I woke up feeling weak so I stayed in bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the two figures I saw before sleeping on the couch. I checked myself and saw that they had bandaged me up well and over the course of last night, the pain had eased. Not too much later the girl woke up then saw that I was staring at her so she walked over to the table at which I was resting." Hey, the names' Ellie, What is your name?" she asked politely "um. sa- Samantha, Samantha Rhenshaw, yea. But you can call me Sam." I winced "are you hungry or thirsty?" "Am I ever" I said rhetorically. She got up and walked over to the pantry. she opened the pantry door and I could see the limited amount of tinned food, cutlery, bandages and ammunition. She grabbed two cans of baked beans and two spoons and sat back on the table passing me one. "So, what brings you out here so far from quarantine Sam?" she asked as I opened my tin "well, [sigh] in San Francisco's' Quarantine area we were caught sneaking in because dad and I went in and out to look for something to sell. The guards set us outside to fend for ourselves without letting us take our equipment, including our rations" "that is some story," she complimented as I spooned in some baked beans. "[Gulp] then you don't want to listen to the family I met along the way, they were so brave they thought they could take on a bloater." "Done and dusted" she smiled "what?" I asked "Oh, yea, we took on a bloater about four - five weeks ago" "no fucking way, are you serious!".

I yelled followed by my palm, hoping the infected wouldn't find us. I looked over and saw the man wake up. "You still mumble in your sleep" Ellie snorted "I see you two are up" he groaned with a laugh. Once Ellie finished she took our cups and put them near the sink. I looked around the room of the apartment and saw what it used to be in my head; white walls, a mirror above the simple couch on the opposite side of the room. Behind me was a flat screen TV that hung on the wall above the wooden coffee table, which I was sitting on, a tiled floor with a small fan above me. But what it was now was stripped walls in some parts I could see the wood frame, an old ratty couch, the TV was on the floor nearly in two, a coffee table that was rotting, a partly tiled floor and a ceiling with no fan; just some flared cables were it used to be. I snapped back to reality when a deep voice came from in front of me "come on, let's go." "But I can't walk," "I'll carry you, and the name is Joel" even though I was confused I didn't ask how, I just grabbed my bag under the table and put it on. Ellie grabbed her bag, which lay next to the couch armrest. Joel came up to me, wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me over his shoulder. I looked over to Ellie, "well, this is definitely a way to get around" and giggled.

Chapter 3

We reached a chemist and entered. The shop wasn't too large but not too small. We went down the aisles and, along with the bumping of him walking, there was pain. We reached the prescription counter and Joel put me down on a chair. I watched Joel as I recovered from the bobbing pain. Joel went to a wall, took down a wheel chair, unfolded it out, and put it down in front of me. After attempting to hop up and sit on the chair, Joel helps me on and I get comfortable in mere seconds. I've always wanted to be in a wheel chair. I look around noticing that Ellie has run of. "Fucking hell, Ellie. Stop doing this." Joel whispers under his breath. I grab the wheels and push forward then halting the left to steer in to the isle and down the end and stop, waiting for Joel to catch up. "Ok, I'll check the back, while you check the front for Ellie, got it" he moaned as he passed me and turned right towards the front while I turned left towards the storage unit. I pushed forward, checking every isle for the adventurer; throat, no, bandages, no, utensils, no. I reach the end and I find her looking through what was a refrigerator full of mouldy sandwiches and off coke. "Hey" I smile "oh. Hi, I'm just trying to lose my appetite" we laughed, "well you've lost mine," I giggle. After our fun I urged her on, "Come on" I waved down the hall. "One way express to unhappy Joel. Toot, toot" I say loudly. As soon as we start moving, we fly forward and I face plant the ground with a grunt, followed by two moist flaky hands at my thigh. I only just realised, at that time, what was going on. However, it was too late, the jaws clamped around my already injured shin. A cry of pain bellowed from my lungs. I kicked hard but my attacker didn't let go. I twisted my body with the help of my arms only to get pulled back to my position like a spring, but I caught a glimpse at it. The female stalkers' teeth dug in. I started to feel faint but very, very angry. My anger grew to a large scale and my conscience took over. It was like watching a gore movie as my body ignored the pain. My arm reached out, took hold of its throat, and pulled ferociously snapping its neck and shaking it loose of its grip. I could hear Ellie swearing. My body got up and kneeled on its chest. My right fist came down and struck its head removing fungi in chunks. This was shortly followed by my left hand, which made a loud crack from the shattering bone of her skull, taking her out. My body got up and turned to the two surprised onlookers with a large grin on my face. I had to stop my body. I fought against it as it clutched its ears and fell to the floor. I fought harder, it released its hold on the body allowing me to take over and control it. I stood up and stumbled on my first step, of course Ellie was the first to come running. However, there was one thing I forgot as I fell to the floor, twisting to face the other way. This was of how much blood I lost and how much pain was brought in as I laid there staring at the corpse, studying every detail from its' neck at an odd angle from the shock of my tug, to the ripped clothes hanging off the frame. My head and shoulders rose as I saw Ellie going for the wheelchair. I blinked slowly as I felt the blood rush to me. My head flopped back, showing Joel's' upside-down face between the blinks, in his face I could see that he was worried about me. When I was dragged onto the wheel chair, my energy was back to me, so I sat up strait and spun around to them and smiled while hurrying myself out there so there won't be any questions flying my way. "Hold it!" bellowed Joel "What was that" spinning around to face them I answered while trying to smile. "Well" I sighed.

Chapter 4

"It- it's a long story I'll tell you at the next hideout that we stay at, 'kay?" Joel groaned as he walked past me whereas Ellie sighed. They exited the overgrown Chemist full of rotten and out of date food, medicine and treats leaving me to hope I do not have to tell them about my previous experiences. Flashbacks of San Francisco came to my head. These horrifying images and feelings have haunted me for months, following me around any corner and any bend, in and out every building, haunting me like the plague that surrounds the survivors in today's era of madness. These images were the shivering cold, pearl black and navy blue fog, stalking my life as a cat to a mouse. I awoke, dazed; I blinked; the image of Ellie's face came into view. "She's opening her eyes Joel." She said, I could tell she was terrified through her facial features and the tone she used, I mean, I would too if I found my friend where I left them and they were sitting still and was not moving. A light came into view, burning my eyes, my eyes adjusted to the light. "Ok, she's coming back." Joel replied "Sam, Sam, come m." "Umm, hey Just thought I'd take a nap." I giggled, "look, I'll tell you 'bout it Later, ok?!" there was a pause before anyone said anything as if they were thinking than, Joel broke out "fine" we headed outside and started our journey onward.

30 Minutes later we entered a building to set up camp; "Oh my god, my arms are tired" I whined to Joel, he groaned in response to my annoying complaint, "Ok, come on." He said with regret in his voice. We entered a skyscraper that toppled over at the middle into its' Nabors creating a roadblock on the street. We went through the door behind the counter with the faded stair sign on the floor. Through the door was a staircase "well, who knew a staircase would cause such trouble" I laughed. Their silence haunted me as if I was in trouble and the adults were staring at me making me ashamed of my wrongdoing. "Ellie, help her up." Ellie picked me up over her shoulder meanwhile Joel folded up the wheel chair and started to walk up the staircase slowly so we were not left behind. Each step was more painful than the last up until the last three floors when I was wincing but Ellie helped me through with moral support. We reached the tenth floor and headed inside, for the staircase was blocked with shelves and whatnot. We entered the room and I had the feeling of a presence hanging over us. Joel unfolded the wheelchair and I sat in it; wriggling to get comfortable. It was obviously an office building as deckchairs, papers and pens littered the floor around the tables were the occasional computer monitor lay. Joel and Ellie separated to scavenge leaving me alone to wander around the place.

The building was large and very roomy. In the center of the floor was a circular open space. A circular granite bench cracked which down the center with matching seats. I wheeled myself around the table and saw that a door, held on by its lower hinge, opened the gate-way to another fire escape. I turn around, "Hey, you think we could sit here for the night." both Joel and Ellie came out of a hallway "sure, why not." He replies as he observes the table. "Ellie you have your rifle, here Sam" he passes me his rifle and twelve rounds "Ok you know what to do" "Rodger dodger" Ellie Replies followed by me "yup". Joel places his bag on the ground up against a garbage bin and, with his fingers around the edge, he heaves, shifting half the bench away from the center of the circle. I hear the sound of a computer monitor down the lower levels "shh, quiet" they immediately stop. Their footsteps surround us, "their coming from both sides," Joel drops the bench and pulls out his shotgun and aims for the rear of the building as Ellie and I aim for the front. I align the cross with the doorway. My heart rate increases while time decreases. The first enters as the bullet obliterates its head, leaving red mist. My right hand leaves the handle and the bolt comes back, a bullet flies out of my pocket and the bolt closes. An explosion goes off behind me followed by another, which was smaller but still audible over the shotgun. I let loose five more rounds tacking out that lot, my left hand spins me around to see Joel fire into an infectee's head. Four of my rounds finish the rest of them off.

"Joel, you bitten?" "No" he replied "ok, Ellie?" she shrugs "let me guess, all part of your long story?" "yes" "well we've got some time on our hands, do you want to share your story," out of the corner of my eye I see Joel put away his shotgun, "not particularly, but I guess I have postponed it long enough." I walk over and lie on the table; which is sitting at a 20° incline, while Joel and Ellie sit on the chair in front of me "ok, here goes, before the infection started, I lived in Australia, in Darwin. When it hit, my dad, myself, and some work colleges boarded a one way trip to Canada; thinking it hadn't hit anywhere else, oh were we wrong, turns out the rest of the world was infected. As we flew, a crew member got himself infected, my dad grabbed the only parachute and strapped me to him as we jumped. As we slowly sailed down the plane glided off, then it nose-dived into the ground in a spectacular and horrific explosion. I noticed a quarantine zone not too far off so we landed outside a quarantine zone the sign on the door said;"

San Francisco

Quarantine Zone

"We got inside and with my dad as head scientist at the research center, I was left to work only seeing him once a week with half his paycheck. A year later my dad was convinced he could accomplish the task set, every mouse had survived and was improved. So was I, so much that I asked for him to try it on me, he refused at first but he gave up later. After being strapped down, the serum was injected into me. I blacked out, but dad said that I shook violently as he shut it down, a wall blew open letting in a group of raiders that held up the joint, and they destroyed all his work, one of them saw me; an unconscious fourteen looking year old girl strapped to a table, they started to get ideas as their minds wandered. With every gun at a scientists' head as they took me. Every day he came into my cell," I start to cry as Ellie scoots over and pats me on the back "every fucking day!" I hit the table. It splits, throwing Ellie and I on the ground. "A month later the serum took enough effect for my subconscious to break out of the chains and to break each and every one of their heads." I realized my tone grew louder so I paused, "six months later, after engaging in combat with thugs, venturing into deserts and forests, I found my dad. And we've been traveling ever since." "Holy crap!" Ellie replied. Joel stands up, "Wait, are you saying that you are a genetically engineered super soldier to fight these things?" he said in disbelief "yup".

Chapter 5

I awake to birds' wings. My eyes open to a light glow seeping through the windows. I get up off the cold granite bench and look around at the empty room. Next to me is my bag and my nailed bat with a 44. Magnum with a box of 15 rounds, which I put on after checking the pockets for my items. I exit the building in wonder and hatred as they left me.

The flowers around me lighten the mood as I stalk the buck. Zipping from tree to tree, I inch closer to him. His head dips down to eat; he doesn't realize that it would be his last time. The fire crackles lightly as the meat cooks. The sunset casts long shadows from trees. The heat from the embers provides little comfort as I lay on the ground.

I reach a small town. After finding canned food and water, I set up at the local inn.

My footsteps are not audible as I walk through buildings to scavenge for items without any luck other than a lemon, some copper wire and a stainless steel fork. I reach a parking lot for an inn called 'Paradise' with the slogan of 'The safest place on earth' I smirk "safest place on earth my ass" I whisper as I walk to the office door I enter only finding one key - labeled 8 - which I take.

I walk up to door 8; I lift the key to the knob. "Hey, Jonny" I freeze "Yea?" I put my ear up to the door to hear well. "Did you see that tourist out in the forest just yesterday" "No?" "Oh man, that was some skirt" I now pulled out my Magnum as they laugh. I peek through the front window and I see that the two men were not armed with any visible firearm but behind them were their melee weapons that were devastating and could break my skull with a few good hits.

I stand back a few steps from the entrance to room 8, I breath, "Ok, you can do this" I reassure myself quietly "Just two nobodies that I can handle, easy." I run at the door, my 44. Magnum in hand, and kick it down.

Chapter 6

I sit on my bed as the heavy metal music blares into my ears. The last piece fits in with a click, I raise my Lego handgun as I insert the mag and cock back the slide I aim at the wardrobe across the wall from me. I pull the trigger; the slide launches back with a shell that flies out, the slide flings forward with a 'shink'. The shell hits the carpet silently as I admire the device, which is of beauty and beast. I take out the mag and put the shell in it, then placing them on the stand next to my other Lego guns.

I head downstairs in my white singlet and denim shorts. I meet Catherine – My sitter, whom does a lousy job despite is a kindhearted person who only means well- watching some advertising. "Hey Cath." "Oh, hey Samy" she replies without releasing her gaze from the television. "So, what'ya watch'n" she looks at me as I stand next to the outstretched couch "Oh just the most horrific and brutal bloodbath post-epidemic zombie apocalypse adventure named 'epidemic bloodbath" her tone rising and her face scrunching up while she said it, and for the next hour or two we sat watching the movie, laughing at their stupidity and crying about their loss.

"There you go, spagette bolognaise" she sat in an opposing chair and took a bite. There was a clock behind her, the constant ticking and tocking echoing down the halls;

10:35pm

As i finished i noticed that only five minutes had past. I place my bowl in the soapy water and scrub up, I observe the bowl and find a spot of sause that wont come of, so i scrub harder in that spot. A loud 'thup' makes Cath and i jump, my bowl shatters on the floor, but that does not worry at all. What worried me was the man who just ran into the door. "No no no no no no, this can't be," she looks at me with horror "the zombie apocalypse is upon us." a smile rips onto my face "what is so funny?" i head for the stairs "follow me!" i call. i immediately head for my room and grab two packs labelled 'survival kits' and pass one to Catherine, i then go to dads' room and pull out a breifcase from the top shelf. i line up the numbers to 1964 and flick it open, the two berreta 92fs's called my name as i took them out also remembering the six magazines. I flick the safeties off and pass one to Catherine "Don't kill yourself." i pull a bat from my bag after halstering my berreta.

a crash comes from downstairs than the man runs up the stairs. by bat collides with his head, knocking him down to the bottom step. i go down and give him a few more 'waks'to make sure he's dead."what in the world are you doing?"

I knew exactly what i was doing.

"I am surviving"

I pull out my samsung phone and ring Kate, my girlfreind. "Kate? You there?" the silence is broken by a crackle "Sam help me!" "kate hold on, i'm on my way, ok. go to your room lock the doors and windows. Let no one in! you under stand, be there soon. love ya." a crackle stops as i end the call. "Cath, go down get the car started" i follow her down ready to strike any being standing in my way.

As the car pulls in the driveway i look around with no comfirmation weather there are any of them around, so i hop out of the truck and open the door to find that the house has been swept threw by a tsunami. "stay here, i'll go up and get kate ok cath" she replies with a worrying "sure".

I run up the stairs and take the door to my left. after banginn on the door i yell "oi, it's me, open up" the door opens "Sam!" she said as she flew into a warm embrace with a kiss "i was so worried" was all she could get out between our kisses. She grouped my ass so i held her back "we should get going, huh?" "sure" she replied. -crack- -crack- -crack- -crack- -crack-. the sound peirced our ears. i run down the stairs only to find two bodies in a blood pool. "fuck me" i exclaim at the two corpses formly known as Catherine and David, Kate's father.

I take the gun and holster it in my other pocket making sure the safety's on. "come on, lets go Kate".

Chapter 6

"There you go, spagette bolognaise" she sat in an opposing chair and took a bite. There was a clock behind her, the constant ticking and tocking echoing down the halls;

10:35pm

I knew exactly what i was doing.

"I am surviving"

I take the gun and holster it in my other pocket making sure the safety's on. "come on, lets go Kate".

Chapter 7

The door thumps down, my gun flicks between them they look at me with blank faces until one notices who I was. "It's ok litt'l girly, we aren't gonna harm ya." The one on the left grinned, "Yea, we don't wanna harm nobody." the guy on the rights' arm goes behind his back, "hold it, gimme your weapons" they grab their melee weapons and throw them near my feet. "All of them" I persist, one groans as he pulls out a berretta with three mag's from the rear of his pants "eew" I thought while the other pulls out a colt m1911 with one extra mag from his left jacket pocket. After throwing them to the ground they start grinning, I thumb the pin "nothing to laugh at boys" I line up the sights with a head.

I am hurled at the floor from behind. The cold and cracked concrete knocks me into a whirl of pain and disorientation as a knee digs into my spine. My eyes flicker open to see the two for a sec than a blind fold obscures my view. My hands and legs are tied together as I attempt to writhe my way free. I am dragged by the rope constraining my feet together. My face takes my full weight as I am dragged on the concrete path. Small stones and blood stick to my face if the rough concrete didn't replace them.

After a couple of turns, some chatting in the background, we finally reach an empty concrete room where I am hung up, suspended by the rope, failing to squirm out of them. the blind fold is removed and I see a guy with massive muscles exit the room. I look around the room for anything that I could use but all I find is my bag in the far corner.

I awake. I try to struggle again. Yes, it's loose. I pull at the rope around my right wrist with my teeth with a heart wrenching tug. soon enough my right hand is free and so i un tangle my left, but with my feet suspended in mid air; i fall, my arms taking most of the impact. i raise my self up and with my left hand supporting me the other gets to work on my right ankle. i spin left as my leg frees, and after untieing the left leg i grab my bag and peek out the door to find an empy hallway. A knife is produced from my bag as i exit the room.

Chapter 8

I reach a corner and hear talking so i press my back against the cool concrete wall. "Look, Bill, we aren't gonna run out of food, i've got Nick and Joe out and he'll be back in a week or so," "No! we've only got about ten cans left, we won't survive," "yes we will! we just have'ta ration out our food for now," he groaned and stormed off, his steps echo throuout the building. I slowly step towards him, making sure not to make a sound. I leap at him; my left arm strangling him while the knife entered his lung and heart rendering him incapable of speaking while blood spilled out of the wound in his back. a light moan only escaped his mouth as his body fell. my body lowered the sound from his fall. The wind is knocked out of me, i roll him off me to gather my breath. I get up and look left; I see a hallway that turns to the right, i look right; another hallway with another hallway connected to that, but at the end was a metal door reading "Armoury". i quietly walk upto it, sliding the window open.

No one remained inside, but firearms filled the walls and tables. i opened the door and quickly rushed in, closing the door behnd me. I look around at their collection and admire. After my daydream i grab; a H&K 9mm silenced, MP7, G36e mussle break, Crossbow with explosive bolts and a Dragnov SVD variable sight and silenced along with ten claymore's, granade's and molotov's. i then fill my bag to the brim with clips. With my G36e and my MP7 at my waist, Crossbow and Dragnov SVD on my back and with my H&K at arms, I exit the room as confidence flowed through me like my own blood.

Not knowing were i'm going i press on, occaisionaly bumping into guards and skweezing off some rounds into their heads. Ahead light leaks from the cracks in the door as it opens. a man walks out and then falls. i step over his body and exit the building. My eyes betray me as i look out upon the vast open space. Light sparkles as I stare out at the big blue ocean.

I only now feel the ship rock slightly back and forth. A gunshot cracks out as my right leg is kicked from under me. My head hits the rusted steel hard i curse out in pain as the rust and small metal shards litter my face. I roll over as another shot cracks out and hits me in the right shoulder. " get the fuck up Sam, GET THE FUCK UP!" i said to myself.

My body craved relaxation as i rose and stumbled into the doorway as the sniper unloaded rounds getting ever so closer to me. I look up, resing my head on the wall. i rool it left, then i notice somthing that could save the day, a boat. Approximately two meters away from the doorway was a boat hanging by two heavy duty ropes. i ready my self, and slowly run and drag my right leg across, I launch myself at the boat, hitting the mat that streached across. my worries arent lifted as i continue rolling right off the edge.

Only three fingers grasp the edge of the boat.i immediately know that i can't lift myself up so i pull out my gun and attempt to cut the ropes. the rope starts to streach and finaly lets go of one end of the boat. i fall, my arm extending for the hook but fail as i fall down. i hit the water with a thud and the cloudy sky, the blue waves, the red and black rusted boat fades from view into nothingness as my thoughts dissapear.

Chapter 9

I stand on a hill, the grass brushing my legs with the wind. I spot Kate running up the hill towards me as if fleeing from somthing. She shouts inaudible words to me. As she gets closer i realise the look on her face, not happiness nor enlightenment to see me. Just horror and shock and terror tareing across her face. I go to grab her, but in the fraction of a second a puff of smoke vaporises and black sand falls from where she was. I fall to my knees, head in hand; I cry.

I finaly come to grips with reality and open my eyes to see a tunel that runs two ways, in front of me; light glistens illuminating the corridor. Behind me; the dark crouds every pocket of light. I run straight ahead into the blaring light as if it signaled freedom and life.

i rise up; coughing up half the ocean. i attempt to stand but can't even get my shot up, sore, and brused body up, so i crawl only using my left leg and arm to drag me off the rocky shore.

Every rock from the size of a pebble to a boulder rips and tares at my jeans and shirt. blood covers me and the rough surface but through the pain, I continue onwards just to escape the darkness.

At the edge of the beach there is a small town and set up camp in a motel.

The couch supports my leg on a arm rest as i feel my muscles push out the bullets causing excruciating pain to my shoulder and legs. I sit there biting my lip to ignore the pain, my bag and guns laying up against the couch with my H&K 9mm in hand. I look down and start to see the bullets slowly raising to my grazed and cut skin. I lay my head back on the arm rest, sighing. The sunset lit up the room with yellow, red, purple and blue. i close my eyes, hoping for sleep, willing for sleep

A thud comes from behind me, i turn to face the intruder, the H&K aimed at their head. A large black cloak covered them, shadows blocked any sign of recognition. They pull the trigger.

Chapter 10

The bullet flies past my ear and an odd sound eminates from behind my ear, I turn as the corpse falls to the ground with a thud, leaving only a blood stain on the wall. I turn to face him, "Who are you? What do you want?" I question. The cloak then falls to reveaal not a guy, but a girl. Her short brown tomboyish hair, Her brown eyes and frekles, Her torn jeans and tanktop. "Hey, I'm Aimie. Aimie Seage. Nice to meet someone my age for once." She blushed, holding her hand out. I motioned toward the couch across from me and she sank into it "Sam. Samantha Rhenshaw." i replied."born during a war greater than any before, I've seen some nasty shit that you wouldn't beleive".

"Not much to say, raised up in an apocalypse by myself" she shrugs. I reach down to my right leg and pull out the bullet stub from my flesh and flick it onto the floor.

The night chills me to the spine as i lay, staring at the ceiling, or what's left of it. I get up and go outside behind a bush and yank my pants down. The stream flows out onto the ground nearly forming a thin layer of ice if it weren't for the movement. The strong winds didn't help as it increaced the intensity of the cilling air.

my head suddenly erupts in pain, causing me to topple over. I knew what was happening, a new skill developing in my brain. Suddenly voises fill my head, not imaginary, but real. they suddenly dissapear allong with my pain. I soon become aware that when I toppled over, i was still peeing. "Great" With it soaking my pants and lower shirt, i new i had to change my clothing.

Chapter 11

As i sleep in the newly aquired jeans and greenday t-shirt from the house down the road, I have a nightmare; Aimie stands above me, the mud stained every inch of my shirt and pants as i lay in fear, she held her axe behind her head before pulling the edge into my stomach. the excruciating pain tore through my body as the axe was pulled out than with a final raise of the axe, through her demonic smile she cacaled "humf, see you in hell bitch!" the edge of the blade hit my head.

I flew forwards in horror of what i just expirienced, sweat covered my body, the sleep filled the corners of my eyes. Rubbing my eyes, I look around. The moonlight seeped in through the windows, lighting up the room. I get up off the couch and cross the room to a borded up window. I peek through a crack to see out upon the empty field boardered by a thick wall of trees. I look back at the girl on the floor, her face innocent but I knew; looks can be decieving.

Taking out a chair, I quietly and slowly pick her up. I then, without waking her, place her in the chair. I use some spare electrical tape to strap her seccurely to the chair. Then I sit on the couch, waiting for sleep which illudes me.

"Huh? hey, Sam help!" she struggled "hey, Sam, get me out of here!" I paused knowing that it would be dramatic and so i could think over what i was going to say. i raise my head to see her through my hair. "Why?" i ask hoping for no answer "Why what?" she replies, confusion and innocence filling her voise "you know, KILLER!" i stand furious. Her innocent frown of confusion fades into a devilish smile. And out of that devilish smile came a laugh. A laugh filled with the horrors of the universe. Her psychopathic laugh grew louder and louder. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE GONNA ATTRACT THEM!" i screech "Hopefully" her grinn growing inhumanely large. I grab my knife out of my bag and walk back up to her. "SHUT UP OR ELSE!" i threaten, no respose other than the laughter.

"I warned you" i press the knife up to the back of her knee and enter her skin. Blood slowly spits out allong with that annoying maniacal laugh. I start sawing at her skin. I notice she's stoped laughing, i look up. her hands out at my hair.

She claws and grabs at my hair. I thrust the knife into her stomach to stop her. It works, i stand back as she looks at the protruding knife. she grabs the knife and pulls it out of her upper hip, slightly off to her left. she slices the tape from her legs like butter and gets up, only to fall back down on her wounded leg. i straddle her and head lock her. Making sure to grab the knife off her.

"Ha! thats the best ya' got luv?" i aggrovate only hearing a moan out of the purple face. she slumps after a bit and i leave her body there in the centre of the room. I grab hers and my stuff and bolt out of the place.

Chapter 12

The door slams open and shatters off its' hinges under the forse. I run out, jummping off the stairs and landing on the ground with a thud. The long grass whips my legs and the fallen leaves crunch under my runners. The tree line flies past but I do not faulter.

I cannot trust any one now. Every basterd out there for themselves.

Hatred flowed through me like my very blood.

Cathrine had left me.

Kate had left me.

Joel had left me.

Ellie had left me.

Dad had left me.

Mum had left me.

I couldn't count on any one. I couldn't rest my life on anyones' shoulders. I couldn't save anyone. Everyone around me died or left me or tried to kill me.

I put my thoughts to rest, slowing to a walk I look up; a tear falling off my chin. The orange clouds filling the sky and yellow light piercing the overhead trees. I look ahead and spot great buildings over the tree tops.

I weave between the wrecked and ruined cars. Bullet holes and rust littered the cars while dried blood and rotten meat chunks littered the cracked I am knocked to the side; arms folding in front to stop my bashed head from hitting the ground. Two hands hold my shoulders down and stop me from getting up, "Come on honey, ugh, just stay still" says a muffled voise. The hands on my shoulders push me down harder and I eventually fall with my left ear hitting the floor. with a knee to my back I look up and see a female military guard. She wipes the blood from my exposed ear and puts the scanner up to it. A low beep is given off, "ok girl get up, your coming with me".

She handcuffs me and drags me down the street, 'round a few corners and finaly reach a quarintine zone's outskirts. I look around and notice no activety. No lights. No sounds. Nothing. Unusual, usualy there's a low glow of stage lights and the low murmur of the speakers or the markets. "Where the hell are we going!" I demand, and the imaginary reply further fuels my rage. We soon stop infront of the large steel gates with rust hanging off it like the leaves of a tree. "Look who I found" she shouts replied by a few yells behind the gate which soon opens.

She throws me to the ground in front of a man who towered over everyone dispite his thin frame. "look at how much gear she has" she says in disgust, I reply with a spit of blood which was produced from the fall. "of course you know we have to take your weapons as a precaution" his voise young but filled with expirience. he motions to his left and a short man stumbled over. As he takes my guns he names them out "H&K 9mm silenced, MP7, G36e mussle break, Crossbow fitted with explosive bolts and a Dragnov SVD variable sight, silenced along with ten claymore's, granade's, molotov's, a few knifes. All with a fair amount of ammunition" he seems impressed. patting me on my shoulder with his free hand he smiles "preparin' for the end of the end of the world or sump'n'" my attention is drawn back to the man "sorry for all the trubble that Jenny brought" a grunt is given off behind me as he motions towards her. Hesitant, she takes off the cuffs. I stand, rubbing the marks from my wrists " Name's Austin" I leave his extended hand hanging.

Austin, Jenny, and Mark soon escourt me down the main road. Children, mothers, fathers and others sent azes of amazement and greed and anger are forced at me from the residents. We soon arive at a well kept school, and after Austin releives jenny and mark, we enter the school. we travel down the hall and enter a room with sleeping bags and others here and there. "Here is were you'll stay".

Chapter 13

"June. Hey June!" I yell at the girl whom seems to be in her own world

"um, oh yea" she sprints over taking the rifle off her back and kneels down to aim on the rail. I kneel behind her and point out near the trees to a flesh feeder stage 1 as they call it.

"ok, aim, keep your breathing steady, raise the gun a slight bit so it hits the head, and fire when ready" soon, a small pop goes off from the .22 I watch as his head is knocked back from the bullet but it doesn't go down "cover your ears June" I pull out my dragnov and look over and nod, looking back down the sights pulling the trigger. His head expodes with a crack and I stand back up securing the rifle in place. "how are you so good?" she whines, I place a hand on her head and rufle her hair "Practice. Years of practice" I say followed by a whine. "Go home to your mother, next practice lesson in two days" I wave as I head down to the far end of the area towards the pub.

"One over here George" the old man comes over, reeking with the smell of sweat and beer. "Hey Sam, do you realise how long it takes to brew alcohol because these guys don't" he smiles, turning back and filling up a glass and then hands it to me "how goes lessons with June?" he asks "she's getting better, a hell lot faster than any other person" "Ok" at the other end of the bar, dave calls out to George followed by a lengthy and slured discussion about how much is too much alcohol. I hear someones footsteps behind me as I sip the strong drink."you realy wanna go through with this again Richard?" he leans over and starts humping the chair as his hands slide down. I bring my fist up and he stagers back, I take one last sip and get up "you 'ouldn't 've do-ne that-t".

"funny, I was gonna say the same thing" throwing a left hook into his side. By now I see that a croud has gathered around.

He throws a lazy punch at me, I grab it and twist. He squeels as he clutches his arm "oh what's wrong, beaten by other men isn't satisfying enough, so you wanted to know how satisfying being beaten by a sixteen year old girl is" he attempts another punch but I dodge and throw a right hook to his jaw and kick his legs from under him. I stand back, looking down at him when his posse comes and stands inbetween. "realy, you guys wanna get beaten up by a sixteen year old girl as well. Fine, I'll go easy on you guys" i jab right and he stagers back, I uppercut one to the left dislocating his jaw, kick the first guy in the groin and he falls down. A guy goes to punch me but I step aside as I grab his shirt and use his momentum to throw him forwards, spining around I throw a right hook into the last guys' head knocking him down. I spit on Richard, finish off my drink and head home, the croud parting for me to pass.

Chapter 14

"You do realise the consequences of your actions mis?" he asks, "Look, Austin. The drunk barstard started all this!"

"... and so you beat him and his men up"

"Um,"

"But aside the facts you still caused some serious injuries..."

"But!" I emplore.

"No! Which means the night in a gaol cell."

"What about my night shift in wall 6"

"I'll get Jill to do a double shift from area 5 once she's done." groaning; I lay back. Austin gets up and heads for the door "I'll send Mark up for you at 6 o'clock."

The door creeks open as Mark enters. I put the acoustic guitar down against a wall and collect all the sheet music; tapping them on the coffee table to align the pages, and place them back down in a neat pile. "Hey um, Sam. Still working on the guitar. I, got Austin to let you help me with my reaserch rather than a night in a cell" he says, nervous and red. "Sure," I answer, getting up and heading out the door, "yea" he chears.

"Ok, so you know I study the flesh eaters and all"

"Yea"

"But what you don't know is why. See there are two reasons why I do this; 1Infected Will be Shot

st, to figure out their weaknesses are. 2nd and most importantly, to figure out how to reverse the effects of the virus that controls all motor functions. The only problems that are in all problems, trial and error. This is where you come in."

"test subjects?"

"yep. I need you to capture live flesh eaters for my tests."

"Are you serious?"

"yes" his face was now stern and all was silent other than the gravel under our feet.

We soon reach his apartment and I just stare. His apartment is more fitted than any other i've seen; tables, kitchen, lounge, working television set with stacks of CD's and DVD's, and a bed room with a queen bed.

"I'm jelous"

"Don't be," he replies "just wait untill you see Austins' room. If he lets you in at all" he laughs

"Here," he hands me a gag and some rope "for them."

We then leave,

'just wait untill you see Austins' room'

The words ring in my head, does he mean that his room is luxurious. Or is something else residing in his room that he wants no one else to know about. Before I know it we've reached the gate. I pull out my G36e and open them up and exit.

Always aiming down the sights I move forwards looking left and right. We soon reach a small clearing and notice a fire pit in the middle. I let my gun hang down to my side and I kneel over it, sticking my finger in the ashes. Cold.

"It's cold"

I glance right just noticing the flesh eater 4, aka bloater.

"mother fucker" I say under my breath. I face Mark and place a finger over my mouth and motion him back. I pull out a grenade and pull the pin. I weigh the grenade in my hand and peg it at him. It hits him just off on the stomach. He screams just as the ball expodes and he staggers back, I fire a burst into his chest as i run at him. I pass him and do a 180, tackling him to the ground, I grab and tie his arms and legs together and gag him.

"Is he ok?"

His face says no but he soon nods and I fassion him into a backpack with the rope and we head on back.

A hand hits my mouth with a cloth in it and all fades away.

I awake on cold hard gravel. I get up and brush the gravel and dirt off my face and shirt and pants.

"Hello darl'" I look up and see every one I know plus is sitting in stadium seats around me; with Mark and Jenny and Austin sit in the comentary box.

"Welcome Ladies and gentlemen to our 120th show. This months contender is Samantha Rhenshaw who has one hell of an attitude. Let the games begin."

I could see him smiling behind the mic. cage doors to the left and right of me rose; revealing hords.

I hit a runner in the head to my right and kick to my left and run ahead; punching a few. I jump and flip over one and land on another; crushing the skull with a wet crunch. I grab an arm and swing him into another, turning; I kick another and jump onto one behind me and snap his neck.

Chapter 15

The engine hummed as the lit cars flew by. The images of all the dead haunt my thaughts. A tear rolled down my cheek for those I knew back there, Steve, Ben, Chris.

"It's ok girls, we're gonna get through this" he reasured "I'm gonna head for the airport. See if there is any way out of this god foresaken place."

As Katie and I embraced in each others' comforting hugs; my thoughts wandered back to the halls and rooms filled with my dads former mates. Christine, every time I went to my dads' work; she wouldbe there to greet me with a new joke and a hand shake. Steve; the eccentric 27 year old programmer with an ego larger than any other. The car sharply turned into the exit.

"Hang on" he yelled as the car sped up and rammed the front gate and headed to the rear of the airport. I grabbed one of the pistols and checked the mag.

"Shit. Dad, I've only got 3 rounds left." The little war at that office chewed up a few rounds. I get up and hop in the front seat. "Look. That cargo plane 's taking off."

"Yea. I know." As he says that, he speeds up and honks his horn as he drives up to the open rear bay. The car hits the ramp and glides up and to a halt. I hop out the window and help Katie out. The car starts to drift back with a horrible grinding noise as the plane takes off. soon though, the Hiondi exel flies out and lands on the tarmack; rolling and bouncin to a stop.

"Oi, who are you?"I take my eyes off the wreck and look back to the guy holding a gun that was shaking wildly.

" Don't worry, we wont kill you. Yet." I take a quick step towards him to give him a scare; he jumps back holding the gun up to his chest. "Sam," I say in responce to his previos question.I lead Katie down to one of the side benches in the bay and sit.

"What if he shoots us?"she asks, her irresistable innocent face now showing worry.

"He won't for 2 reasons,"I say "1. He didn't fire when I scared him. 2. He is a boy. He wouldn't harm a girl."

I take out the MP3 player from my bag and place a headphone in her left and my right ear and start playing through a few rock and metal songs.

I look up when I hear a gunshot. I grab out my pistol and turn off my mp3 that is flashing for a recharge. I exit the cargo bay, pistol in the air. I enter the cockpit and find one of the co-pilots (Marry) with a knife to my father's neck facing the pilot.

"I can't go back, we've gon past the point of no haven't got enough fuel to back"

"I don't give a fuck! Turn this fucking plane around!"Even from behind them I could see her hand shake. I fire off a round and it hits her shoulder and she spins, releasing the knife and dad. I fire another round and it hits her hip and she reaches for the knife. I pull the trigger.

Chapter 16

I look around at the bodies and a smile apears on my face. Oh, how I missed the fun. I look over to a nearby fence with the crowd behind. I walk over and climb it. The barbed wire dices my skin. Ignoring it; I continue and leap off the fence. I find june still there and wrap a hand around her neck and lift her up. She uselessly struggles at my hand. I watch her eyes; life fleeing like a gazel to a lioness. I feel something prick my neck. I reach up and pull the dart out.

I start getting tired and drop June; gasping for air. I fall over; grabbing my head, disorientaited.

And then I fade away.

I look back up at his face.

"You do realise how lucky you are,"

"Yes you are" I smirk.

He takes his knife and slices my waist again.

I grit my teeth and hold back the pain.

Another drop of blood rolls off my brow and onto my cheek then to my already bloodied mouth (mainly from biting my tounge).

"Tell me what I want to know"

"Didn't use please"

"Fuck you bitch! Tell me now!" he yells in my face.

A gunshot goes off in the background and he looks up and spins to the door. Two guys enter;

"Sir," one says "gunshots are reported in sector 7"

"ok, I'll be right out," he turns back to me "don't you move lil' mis" he smirks and exits.

I strain at the heavy duty chains. It groans and stresses but soon gives way and I stumble away from the wall. I look down at the ragged clothes, the bloodied stains and then at the other door to my right.

I walk up to it,

I open the door,

I look inside.

"oh my god," I cry "t-that mother fucker! He'll pay"

I go over to it,

I close his eyes and run my hand across his bearded jaw-line.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. Joel"