"Bill, no!" Zoey yelled as Bill jumped off of the bridge towards the infected below.
Bill looked back and didn't know what to say. He sighed as he pulled out his pipe bomb and threw it away from him. I just need time. The infected followed the pipe bomb as Bill ran to the generator to restart it. He pressed the button on the generator and he sighed in relief as the generator started up again. He looked back to see the bridge raising higher, but was cut short by 4 tanks. He was punched into a generator room and flew directly into a generator. Bill could hear Zoey screaming for him as he tried to stand up. Bill couldn't stand up as he had been paralyzed from the waist down, due to being punched into a generator. Knowing that his end was near, Bill spat out his cigarette and reached into his pocket for another. He put it in his mouth and lit it with the last of his Zippo fluid.
"If I'm going down, I'm taking you bastards with me." Bill mumbled.
Bill took another puff of his cigarette before he dropped it into a puddle of gas, setting the room ablaze with the tanks inside. Before the fire consumed him, he pulled out a picture of his son and grandson standing with him at some kind of memorial. Bill sighed in relief one last time before the fire had taken him.
Bill had a strange feeling as he suddenly woke up. He felt his head pounding and grunted in pain. He attempted to stand up and was successful. How the hell? Before Bill could even comprehend what was going on, a couple of hands grabbed him and forced him back down to the ground, behind some rubble.
"What the-"Bill yelled before his mouth was covered.
The man kept his hand on Bill's mouth and continued to look over at something. After a couple of minutes, the man sighed in relief and took his hand off of Bill's mouth.
"What the hell was that?" Bill asked.
The man didn't answer, but instead shushed him again as he urged Bill to follow him. Bill felt strange as heard a loud noise, what sounded like a generator being powered on. Bill looked on his military jacket to see a number 1 appear on his shirt.
"Hey, what does this mean?" Bill asked, getting aggravated.
The man sighed. "That shows you how many generators we have left to activate." He answered reluctantly.
"Why?"
"I can't tell you now, I'm risking my own safety just talking to you."
"Ok, what do we do?"
The man didn't answer as he walked over to a red generator and kneeled down, trying to fix it.
"Son, did you hear me?"
"Yes, we need to activate these generators in order to escape through those doors." The man said as he pointed behind him.
"Why?"
"Stop asking me questions and please help me."
Bill knew he wasn't going to receive an answer and decided to help the man fix the generator. Bill was distracted by the fact that a generator was one of the last things he saw before he died.
"Hey, old man, help me!"
Bill shook his head. "S..Sorry."
Bill and the man worked on the generator until the lights above it turned on a loud alarm sounded. The man ran to towards a lever next to a large steel door and pulled it down. Bill, confused, walked over to the man to say something, but he saw a red light above the switch turn on. Bill heard footsteps as he saw a figure emerge from the fog. He was shocked to see someone else, a woman this time. Bill looked back at the lights to see a second one turn on. Bill then heard a scream come from inside the fog. Someone's in trouble. The woman turned to the man and looked at him desperately as the third light turned on and the doors opened. The man and the woman entered the steel door and were almost free, until Bill stopped them.
"What're you guys doing? Someone needs our help out there."
The woman walked towards Bill. "I'm sorry, but it's just too risky. We can escape now and we'll be able to live another day."
"Well, screw all of you, I'm going back to help. Even if it kills me."
The man and woman ran into the wilderness and made it to safety, whereas Bill walked back through the fog towards the screaming. He saw that another man was placed on some kind of meat hook. What kind of animal would do this?
"Son, how do I get you off of this?"
The man groaned in pain. "Just pull me off."
Bill grabbed the man's hips and pulled him off of the hook. The man ran towards where the steel door was and Bill quickly followed when he heard rapid footsteps come from behind him. He helped the man make it through the doorway and into the wilderness, where they caught up with the other man and woman. They were sitting on a log, next to a campfire, waiting for the next trial to start.
"What the hell is the matter with you? You leave two people to die so you can save your own skin?"
"Listen, old man, why don't you sit down and wait, while we heal Dwight here."
"Dwight?"
The woman sighed. "Look, it's going to be a while. Why don't you tell us a little about yourself?"
Bill sat down on a log across from them and helped Dwight to sit down. The woman walked over to Dwight with a first aid kit and began to heal his injuries.
Bill sighed as he hated having to revisit this portion of his life.
"It all started one early afternoon…"