I crouched there motionless. Froze in fear. The guns went off in every direction, people beside me fell coughing and gurgling blood. An explosion boomed and threw me aside. I remained unscathed but I turned my head to see my sergeant crawling legless towards me. His face was hanging on by a thread and the blood, the blood was everywhere. He cried out to me- to help but how could I. He used up any energy he could muster and collapses gently whispering someone's name. I crawled over holding my gun ready in case.
"Tell my..." He coughed violently spewing blood over me, I couldn't move only hold his hand in reassurance that everything would be okay though we both knew it wouldn't. "My wife, I've loved ever since I lay... Eyes on..." I could predict what he said next but he wasn't there to finish instead he left me alone in the dusty winds of our camp. The rest was a blur, tears breached the dam in my eyes and I could feel the arms of someone wrap round me dragging me away.
I can't carry on like this. The nightmares haunt day and night, there's no stopping them. As these monsters roam the earth punishing us for our sins. I've done things before this world I wish I never had to but I did and there's no going back now. Live and accept it or rejected it and die slowly. I knew I had to kill people when I signed up, it's the army. The amount though was kept in a thick mist. I guess it prepared me for this dark twisted world yet I pray I never had to.
I've seen true fear, at gunpoint. Terrorist with faces scared of us, the good guys. Their expression left a mark on me, one that can't be removed, and one that haunts me every night I close my eyes, if I do. The undead like to keep me awake with their stomach churning moans and the threat of getting bitten and turning to one of them. I've seen herds consisting of hundreds maybe thousands, just walking forward, no destination just walking. At that time with an old group we were terrified of a twig snapping. Now the rest of that group is gone. Just gone… They ran away and never returned. I guess they could be alive somewhere, found sanctuary living happy and safe but on the other hand they could just be another freak destined to wander this lonely earth, searching for something to chew on.
Finding another group is well… difficult. You either run into a psychopathic killer who enjoys you slow painful death or no one. It's a tough choice. I just want to find somewhere fortified, strong and friendly but apparently that's way too much to ask nowadays. You have to choose one of the listed which isn't always easy. Fortified- it could have dangerous and I mean dangerous people inside. I've had a couple of run-ins with these people and I don't want to experience that ever again. Strong- they're already a unit and adding another would wreck their system, you're not wanted. And finally Friendly- They could let in any one including these dangerous folks. The group self-destructs and BAM! You're alone again. I just want to find somewhere with the perfect mix, and I guess that drives me and most people left on. Finding somewhere safe, finding a group, finding a home.