Chapter 1
Zoey inhaled slowly as she lined up her shot. She needed to be quick. The night made things more difficult to see. She was not sure how much time she had before the smoker which had its tongue tightly wrapped around Louis' neck, killed him. She exhaled as she shot. It hit its target, its head. Blood and parts of his head flew down, showering Louis. It fell from the building it was perched on top of, releasing Louis from its grasp. Both the smoker and Louis landed on the floor with a thump. Louis gasped for air, panic clear on his face. Francis finished killing the remaining infected which was attacking. The fell to the floor with squelches. Zoey and Francis ran over to Louis who seemed to be breathing more calmly.
"Thanks" He says in between gasps. Zoey smiled.
"No problem" She looked at the older man and started to check for any wounds. She noticed a large rip in his trouser, and blood was staining the surrounding area of the cloth. She pulled the trouser leg up and she gasped as she saw how deep it was.
"Do you think you will be able to walk?" Francis asks looking concerned. Which kind of surprised both Zoey and Louis.
"Maybe, but I think I'll need help" He said standing up with the help of Zoey. He put his arms around both Francis and Zoey for support. She looked around trying to find a safe place for Louis to rest. She remembered the bridge, which they were protecting until Louis was dragged of and they both followed in order to save him.
"What about back on the bridge, that walk way area" She offered "It will give enough defence from the zombies and space to heal your leg." The boys nodded in agreement. And they all awkwardly walked back over to the large bridge. It was a struggle getting back onto the area she suggested as as it required walking up some stairs and helping his clamber up onto the metal walkway. Finally with much effort and groaning they were all finally up. After killing the horde, there was not many zombies around. They weren't sure for how long it would be like that, so they savoured it.
"This hurts like hell" Louis said clutching his leg. Zoey grabbed the health pack, which hung from her back and pulled it of. Opening it to find what was needed to heal his wound. Francis gave him his painkillers and he thanked him before taking a few, knowing whatever was need was going to hurt.
Zoey grabbed the disinfectant first, and a piece of cloth that was inside. She wasn't an expert on what to do, but she had seen Bill doing it a few times. Bill. She pushed the memories brewing to the back of her mind as she knew it wasn't the time.
She soaked the cloth in disinfectant, assuming, and pressed it against his cut. He swore in his pain. Zoey cringed hating the pain she was inflicting but she knew it would help him. The cut was really bad, and she knew she had to stitch it. She looked up at his face worriedly. That made him panic.
"What?" He said worry dripping from his voice. Francis glanced from his position of keeping an eye out for any zombies. Zoey let out a deep breath.
"I think I'm going to have to stitch it." She said rummaging through the med kit for a needle and thread, which she found. Louis looked at the needle and back to Zoey. He had to trust her.
"Okay" He says nervously, before taking his tie of and putting it in his mouth, ready to bite down on if needed. Zoey was not sure of how sanitary that was put she ignored it. She threaded the needle and looked down at the cut. Trying her best to stop shaking.
"Ready?" She asked glancing up, Louis simply nodded and looked up at the night sky. She pushed the needle through the left side of the skin, he roared in agony. Blood started to pour out and so she quickly pulled the thread tight and pushed it through the other side of the skin. Louis bit down harder on his tie.
It took about five minutes for her to stitch his leg correctly, and bandage it up. Zoey let Louis sleep.
"I'm going to keep an eye out on the other end of the bridge okay?" She said looking at Francis. He nodded.
"Be careful" She picked up her pistols and put it in there holsters before walking down the walkway to the other side of the bridge. She wanted some time alone, to think. Francis knew that but worried, in case something happened. She got to the end and leaned against the bar looking out the street in front of her. There was a fence blocking of the area to the left and brown buildings to the right with small windows. A large tree swooped over the fence. On the ends of its few branches hung few fern like leaves. As she observed her surroundings rain started to fall , She zipped her red jacket up a little further but left it open a bit revealing her white, blood stained shirt. She listened to the rain fall, causing the river under her to splash, and signs to clink. She felt the droplets falling down her and causing her hair and clothes to Suddenly she heard a faint rumble, she panicked assuming the worst, tank. But it didn't feel right. There was no roar of anger which sent shivers down your spine, the ground did not shake like a earthquake and there was no smash of him knocking down objects in his way. The noise slowly increased in volume. She heard a screeching noise, not of a infected but of what sounded like rubber on road. She then heard the roar of a car engine. It's impossible. She thought to herself. She squinted out at the road trying to look as far as she could but the rain blurred her vision. She watched as a purple, white and slightly red object came into view. It WAS a car. She gasped. Excitement filling her body. More survivors! She couldn't help but smile as the car slowly stopped in front of the risen bridge. She watched as four people got out of the car. The first was a man in a white suit who came out of the passenger seat he had short brown hair and was carrying a shotgun. The next was a pretty coffee coloured woman who got out of their left side back seat, he was wearing a pink shirt and black trousers kind of like herself. Then it was a large dark skinned man, who carried a machine gun and looked like he wore a purple and yellow polo with a school symbol on it. Then it was a young man who looked only a few years old than Zoey who wore a yellow shirt, a white and blue cap, and grey denim trousers. He was extremely attractive and her gaze fell on him for a minute before she spoke.
"Hello down there!" She called excitedly, loud enough to be heard over the noise the rain was making around them.
"Oh thank god! I thought I was the last woman on Earth" The dark skinned woman said relief and excitement.
"Yeah I know that feeling" Zoey answered friendly. The other men stayed silent as they watched the women converse.
"Could you lower the bridge? We need to cross the river" The woman pleaded. Zoey looked down at them mind racing. She knew her group wasn't strong enough to take on a horde that it would cause. She noticed the Cap guy watching her intently which made her slightly nervous for some reason.
"Sorry, can't. We lost a guy and another is injured. If you can find another way over, We can help you get the bridge down." The woman sighed.
"If that's what we gotta do, that's what we gotta do" She answered not seeming to happy but agreeing.
"Good luck" Zoey called as the group started to get the weapons and ammo and other things needed, from out of the car.
"Take care" She replied, as the group walked off to their right to behind a can and walked through the park. She watched as the group killed the few zombies waiting there and carried on walking through and disappeared from her sight. She hurried back along the bridge railing, to where Francis was guarding Louis, who was awake.
"Guys, you'll never guess what" She said and both older men looked at her confused "A group of survivors just came up with a car asking to lower the bridge, she told them if they came around we would protect them when they did it." Zoey rushed getting her sentences out as she was in sheer excitement. She felt bad for not being able to help them people out more, but she knew they would be overwhelmed.
"Holy shit" Francis said "Please tell me there was a female." Zoey laughed.
"Yes there was. She was kind. And pretty. She looked like she was mid to late 20's" Louis and Francis exchanged glances both raising eyebrows at each other. Obviously both of them were exited to meet this woman. There was a faint sound of gun fire.
"I hope they are okay" Zoey stated looking in the direction. Both men agreed. All of a sudden music started to play, it was quiet but just hear able. Zoey smiled, as she remembered the song. She quietly hummed along.
"Jesus what the hell are they doing out there?" Louis stated trying to see but unable to as the rain shortened his vision. The sound of shooting nearly blocked out the music.
"Maybe I should of went with them or something." Zoey worried.
"We need you here." Francis said "Anyway I'm sure they are fine" Zoey just nodded and sat down listening to the music. Soon both the shooting and the music died down and they all just sat there listening to the rain fall, hoping for the best.
