28 days later, the escape working title
Joe was running. He didn't dare look back; he would be gone in an instance. He heard the screams and gargles of the infected, and the slight noise of gunfire in the distance. Sometimes, the odd explosion would punctuate the howls of the damned. However, one constant noise overrides them all. The slaps of torn shoes and hardened soles of feet against the crack ridden tarmac. All that Joe could see was street lights and the flames of anarchy, and destruction and tragedy.
He could smell the smell of burning cars and homes, the smell of munitions powder. But one smell dominated the rest, the smell of burning flesh and blood. He didn't dare stop to determine his surroundings that would be suicide. He was chased by four people. One was a child, no older than 10, his lower leg near devoid of flesh, but this didn't hinder his running. He was wearing a small, white shirt and jogging bottoms. His screams was a knife that cut through the man's soul like butter.
The second was another child, this time around 15. He had clearly tried to kill himself before the virus took hold; there was a large hole in his shoulder where he had turned just before pulling the trigger. The hole was very large, and his arm was hanging on by a thread. His body was shirtless, revealing a large bite mark on his armpit, the opposite one from the near dismembered arm. His trousers were polyester and long in length, causing him to sometimes trip over them.
The third one was a baby, about 6 months old, all it wore was its diaper, dark brown from when the child discharged after the shock of being bitten. In spite of being young, it still ran with massive pace, excrement trailing behind it. The final one was a very large woman, about 50. Her shirt barely held as she ran, she had not ran like this in many years. She wore a mini skirt revealing her dismembered feet. She looked like she had been bitten on both; she had been too late to cut them off before she was infected.
Joe stopped, seeing these people chasing after him. He reached over his back, revealing a short, already bloodied wakizashi. Essentially as smaller version of a katana, about as long as machete but much sharper. "No more hiding" he yelled at seemingly the infected. He charged. He charged into the group of four, his blade held in two hands to strengthen the blow.
First, Joe attacked the 15 year old, easily decapitating the infected with a single blow. The blood from its arteries spurting everywhere, fortunately not on Joe's face or that would have been it. Second, the 5 year old charged, right into the front of his Asian sword. This impaled at the chest, easily puncturing the heart and ripping through the aorta and other major arteries. The child continued to scream for around 5 seconds, then lost consciousness. Then, Joe proceeded lift his sword toward the ground, his small victim sliding of the sword in short order.
Then, the baby pounced. It had Joe in its clutches, shaking him violently and attempting to bite Joe's nose. Joe punched the baby in the chest; this sent the tainted child flying into the corpse of a fellow ghoul. It got up, began a squeal, as if for help. It was promptly was cut off before major noise was let out as Joe slammed the temple of the child with the side of his sword, and then promptly stabbed the point through the temple into the other side. The, to make sure, he swirled his blade around in the child's cranium, scrambling the brains easily.
This covered Joe's trousers and shoes in a pile of grey matter and blood from the open wound. Then, he moved to attack the footless woman, but a high caliber bullet went through the infected's brain pan. There was a tiny entrance wound, no bigger than a 5 pence piece (or a dime if your American), but the exit wound has destroyed all of her forehead and some of her eye sockets. Splinters of bone and cartilage covered the floor around her along with bits of brain surrounding the impact site of the bullet.
He looked toward a bent spire, where the muzzle flash had come from. As he stared at the point in the landscape, he realized it was a cathedral. This made him think of the people he had just killed. He had just killed his family!
