Author's Note: At long last, I have internet at my house and I plan to be posting more often during the summer. To kick it off, I'm going to be posting the sequel to Zombie Apocalypse On Mobius. This is the edited version of a novel I wrote that took about two years to complete. I hope it's a worthy sequel and all of your like it. It has a different feel than the first; focusing more on the mental and emotional toll it takes to be a survivor. In any case I hope you enjoy it. So without further ado, I present:
The Curse of Immunity
'Entry # 78: I don't know how much time has passed since the infection started, but I think it's been a couple months at least. My only sense of time is knowing when day will turn to night and night to day. I've been holed up in Shadow's house since that fateful day. The day I lost my friends, my home to those damned zombies. Every single night The Horde comes back to try and finish me off. It's all the blood around here. I've spent days cleaning but the house still reeks of blood. They know I'm in here and they know it's only a matter of time before they get in or I have to come out. That's the part that really bothers me. They know. When Miky was bit, she turned much faster than she should have and when she did, there was something different about her. Different than the other zombies. Same thing with Shadow. When he turned, he was communicating with the other zombies like some sort of alpha male and the rest listened. It's almost like the infection as it takes more people, becomes stronger and more potent. But what still confuses me is why I'm not like the rest of them. Shadow got me pretty good, there's a huge scar where his teeth tore into my ankle. Plus there's the bite above my right elbow. Why didn't I turn? Am I immune? I must be, but why me? Why wasn't Tails immune? I have so many questions and no answers. But one thing that I do know is that I can't stay here. The house is about ready to fall apart. I'm not sure where I'll go but anywhere is better than here…'
Sonic closed the little black book, reattached the pen, and stuffed it under the cushion of the chair he was sitting in. With a stretch, Sonic strode to a busted out window to see the blue sky being torched by the flames of sunset. "Well," Sonic said with a sigh, "Time to lock up for the night." He bent and picked up a battered, dented sheet of metal and bolted it over the window. A quick glance around the house testified to the ferocity of The Horde's nightly attacks; arm-sized holes and huge dents riddled the metal walls of the bunker-like house. Spreading his guns, which consisted of several pistols, a revolver, an assault rifle, and an AK-47, and ammo over a coffee table near the chair, Sonic was alarmed to find his stock of ammunition was severely depleted. Sonic loaded the assault rifle, his personal favorite out of the whole arsenal, and slung it over his shoulder. He was decent aim but that had come with practice at the cost of most of his ammo and an extra bite. It happened a week ago when he had turned his back to grab ammo and a zombie bit down on his left arm just above the elbow. The incident had left him with a nasty wound to bandage and more confusion on why he was still alive.
Night was a short hour away when Sonic finished his preparations. With some time to think, Sonic pulled out a map of the area. After studying it, Sonic decided to head north due to the thinner population. "Less people means fewer zombies. There might even be a survivor or two up there…" mumbled Sonic. A horrid howling sound interrupted Sonic's train of thought. Another joined it, followed by dozens of others. Sonic calmly remained where he was as The Horde circled the house. An unbearable stench soiled the air as undead bodies banged and pressed against the walls. Sonic's ears perked at the sound of snorting and grunting. He recognized it as a particularly fat zombie that had recently joined The Horde as their battering ram. So far it had been unsuccessful in this endeavor but Sonic had a feeling that tonight would be its lucky night. Fast, uneven steps came charging towards the house at full speed before slamming into the wall, bursting through with a pig-like squeal.
Sonic was instantly on his feet, rifle aimed at the zombie's head. It tried to lunge at him but failed as it was firmly wedged in the hole it had made. Sonic couldn't help but laugh as he approached it, it all seemed just too funny. He was still laughing as he stood in front of it, not even flinching as it reached for him with its grubby hands. Sonic put the muzzle of his assault rifle to its head and his expression froze over, "I needed that laugh. Thanks. Also, thanks for patching the hole fatass." BANG! The Horde went into a frenzy as blood splattered everywhere. Sonic leaned against the sturdy part of the wall and shouted, "Enjoy tonight you bastards! Come sundown tomorrow I'll be long gone!" The noise intensified in response to the taunt. A smirk came to Sonic's face, "I know you're going to miss me but don't worry. I'm going to leave you a little surprise."
The next morning, the hot, rising sun chased the zombies into the cool shade of the Emerald Forest. The smarter zombies seemed to figure out that being out in the heat of the day made them decompose faster and always herded the stupider ones into the forest till sunset. Sonic knew he had until then to complete his work. Taking a big, sharp kitchen knife, he slashed open the gut of the fat zombie wedged in the wall, making a fountain of blood and entrails pour into a bucket which he set aside. He knew The Horde would spring at any chance to get at him but he didn't just how smart they were and if they could recognize a trap. The blood would serve as an insurance The Horde would go where he wanted them to. Making a quick trip to the basement, Sonic partially filled a backpack with food, water and medical supplies and grabbed three cans of gasoline. Once upstairs again, Sonic set aside the gasoline with the bucket of blood and swept his remaining guns and ammo, with the exception of his assault rifle, into the pack. In the front pocket went the map, a walkie-talkie, a few small throwing knives that Sonic was fond of using, his only picture of Tails, and the little black book. The preparations were complete and Sonic was now ready for his flight north.
The moon was beginning to rise over the setting sun as The Horde promptly began their assault. Sonic was dashing about, dumping the bucket of blood and insides all over the house. When he had finished, he emptied one of the gasoline cans all over the walls, furniture, and floor. By now, The Horde could smell the blood and were clawing at the walls, howling at a deafening volume. Sonic grabbed his pack, rifle, and the second can of gas and ran for the back door, leaving the third can in the middle of the living room. He kicked aside the barricade in front of it and threw open the door, "Come and get me!" Turning on his heels Sonic ran the other way and out the front door as The Horde began to fill the house. As he ran for some bushes, Sonic poured a deadly trail with the second gas can. By the time he reached cover, The Horde was beginning to realize that their target was nowhere to be found. Sonic lit the gasoline trial and the flame raced up and into the house, igniting the gas can inside, creating a giant explosive fireball, incinerating everything inside, and flinging any zombies standing near the outside. Sonic smiled triumphantly, a sense of vengeance in his heart, shouting, "That was for Tails and my friends!" With that he turned and began his trek north.
Author's Note: There you have it, chapter one. I'll try and post one or two chapters of this every week along with chapters of Homefront Adventures. I hope this fic is off to a good start and I thank everyone who read the first story. Please read, review, and enjoy.