Rural Route 3
Four days after first infection…
Terry Hickey sat alone in the CreekView Motel watching the latest news reports about this so called "Super Virus". "Experts predict that within two weeks the world will be totally consumed by this virus." The reporter listed off the symptoms and warnings while gruesome images were shown. One made Terry cringe. It was the image of a man covered in blood standing over a bruised and bloody woman. The man had soulless eyes. This was the last image shown as the report ended replaced by static.
Laura Stevens and her family were travelling by minivan to her sisters in the small town of CreekView. As a nurse she saw first hand what the virus can do. Knowing that the virus is spread mainly through person to person contact she thought to get as far away from heavily populated areas as possible. "Shit" she said under her breath as she saw that she was almost out of gas. She didn't want to stop, especially after what happened to her husband Rick.
They grabbed all the supplies they could before they left the city. They stopped to get some gas. Rick walked out of the van and up to the pumps. He started to fill up the car when someone started to run towards him. As the figure got closer they saw his bloody and mangled flesh. Rick turned to face the figure but was a step to late as it slammed him against the side of the van. A bloated figure moaned horribly and waddled over to the van as Rick continued to fight.
Laura jumped into the drivers seat and ran down the obese creature. After she smashed into it the mini van was covered in a viscous green slime. More of those creatures began to run towards the van. Her two children David, 15 and Mark, 12 screamed at the sight of the horde of creatures running at them. Tears filled Laura's eyes as she silently said farewell to David as the van sped out of the city.
Special agent Fred Miller looked down on the chaos below him. Buildings burned, cars burned, civilization itself burned as the C.A.A.R.T sent agent's on a rescue mission to find any survivors and bring them to military safe-zones. Miller was apart of team Gamma, they were being sent to rural area's to find survivors. He looked at the 7 other members of his team and prayed they were more prepared for these situations then he was.
Kevin, or Slick as his friends call him, not that he has many left, was searching through a gas station for supplies. He and his biker buddies were holed up in a bar off the highway betting on who could kill the most. Hell, he had won $50 from it. "Lotta good it'll do me now" he said to himself. They were doing fine until a giant zombie barged in. The zombie was as tall as the ceiling and heavily muscled. It quickly ripped through the bikers with few escaping. Most went to the city to try and find some help, Slick went looking for supplies.
Terry shut the t.v off and stood up. He pushed the tacky purple couch in front of the window to block it. He tore the sheets off the bed and took out his pocket knife and started cutting the sheets. "Thank god for the boy scouts" he said as he fashioned his amateur bandages.
Laura saw a gas station on the side of a dirt road and decided to pull over. Desperate for gas she slowly pulled up to the pumps. Her son David got out with her and grabbed a window washing squeegee to use as a weapon. As she pumped the gas David scanned for any movement. Mark jumped out on the other side to stretch his legs. He heard a low growl from his right. He slowly turned and was hit with a tackle, from what looked like a blue blur. The blur was on top of him as he felt something sharp dig into his body. "Get it off me!" He shouted as he felt his body being torn apart.
David heard an ear shattering scream followed by cry's for help. He ran to the other side of the minivan and saw a creature in a blue sweater tearing into his brother. He ran over and smashed the squeegee over it's head. The monster didn't even flinch, it just kept tearing into Mark. David took a few steps back, dropped his shoulder and charged at the creature finally knocking it off his brother. The monster coiled again and leapt at David.
Slick heard a commotion from outside the station and gripped his pistol as he slowly walked out of the abandoned station. He ducked behind a gas pump for cover. "Get him off me!" He heard a voice shout. "Aw shit, I should probably give them a hand" Slick said gun drawn. He ran to the source of the noise behind a blue minivan. He saw a blue sweater adorned monster tearing into some kid, another kid was on the ground, the women was unconscious. Slick fired two shots point blank into it's head.
David pushed the fallen fiend off and climbed to his feet. His saviour wasn't the typical hero. Instead of tights and a cape he wore a leather jacket with several tears in it and a yellow bird sewn on the back. He wore blood stained jeans and black combat boots. "Listen, I ain't here to baby-sit, get yourselves patched up and find some safety." The man said. "Well thanks sir, are you sure you don't want to go with us?" David asked. The biker responded with a snort, turned and hopped on his bike and drove off.
Terry finished making his jerry-rigged bandages, emptied his suitcase and made a homemade first-aid kit. "Ok, I've got some bandages, I raided the pantry here a few days ago so I've got enough food, all I need now is something to fend these rotting bastards off." Terry said to himself as he searched the hotel room for a weapon. He heard a loud humming pass over his head.
Private Miller looked at the sights below as the sun set behind them. The country was in way better shape then the city and he prayed that they would find some survivors here instead of the usual chaos, death and destruction seen in the last 5 days.