„Damien!" I hissed as I ran my improvised spear through another head. It hurt doing that to former friends, but it was either them or us. „Get back here you skunk!" I kicked the van and fought off some more of those freaks. There were getting more of them, and searching the back of our van for God known what didn't really help. I dodged a fat one, but then found it lying on top of me. Gladly, there was a mace stuck in its head.
„Sorry! Took me a while, since you obviously cleared out the museum!" Damien pulled the freak off me, handing me a sleek, black sheath. I shrudded it off and grinned at the new found blade. A beautiful katana, sharp as ever.
When the outbreak became uncontrollable, Dame and I were at work, at the museum. I's a museum of melee weapons, so we just grabbed what we could and ran. On our way, we met up with some friends from college, we build up a camp, but I had to go back for Chris, my brother. He was a surgeon in a community hospital in Kennesaw, near Atlanta. And now, he was in our van with a probably broken leg, but with a shitload of medical equipment, painkillers and antibiotics.
The camp must have been overrun by freaks while we were gone, cause when we returned we saw a disturbing image of Cathy and James Mathews disemboweling their children, Kylee and Ames.
Slicing the nearest freak, I walked backward till I reached the driver's door. Damien had shut the trunk fast, and pinned three more freaks with his harpoon, having to leave it behind. We sped off, leaving the remaining in dust and guts.
„How you feelin', bro?" Chris' eyes darted around the van. It was Damien's turn to drive, and I was in the back, checking our supplies. We had been driving for a while now, trying to find a clearing as secure as possible.
„Fine, I guess... Where the heck are we?" He got up on his ellbows.
„No idea... haven't seen any freaks in a while, though... What d'ya mean, Dame?" I glanced to the front of the van.
„I think it's safe. He nodded as we came out on a clearing. We got out of the van, locking it up and covering Chris with a few blankets, just in case. Dame and I checked it out. There were no signs of any dead. We could hear there was water close, but we would leave that till morning. We set up our tents and dug a hole for a small fire.
I glanced at the sky, which was getting lighter. My shift was over, so I sneaked to Damien's tent to wake him.
„I'm already up." He crawled out and yawned. „Couldn't keep an eye shut. Any incidents?"
„No, all's clear. No freaks." I dug a coffee pot out of the trunk and handed it to Dame. „Might as well make yourself useful." He grimaced and walked to the fire. „'m goin' for a dip, won't be too long." I threw a towel over my shoulder and walked towards the sound of water with a hand on my weapon.
„Just a dozen feet from our camp, I broke out on the shore of a big lake. The surface of the water flickering in the light of the fading stars, I let myself down on a boulder, letting my bare feet touch the surface. I glanced up as a sound broke the serenity of the morning. I dodged, looking in the direction of the noise. There was something in the water.