Lost and Found

Chapter 1:Unexpected Surprise

by:ApocolypseWriter

It was mid-day, the hot Savannah sun blazing in the pale, blue sky. The 4 survivors slowly walking, regretting ever coming out of the saferoom.

"Goddamn sun!" The con-man cursed aloud.

"Aw' Nick, c'mon. Don't be like that, could be worse." The hick argued with Nick.

"Yeah, we ain't got a tank on our asses." The elder agreed with the hicks comment and chuckled at his own words. As they came upon a crashed airplane, the group scavenged for supplies.

"Ammo here!" The former news reporter yelled, she bent over looking for ammo to put into her AK-47.

"Nice job, Ro!" Coach yelled, bending over next to her while reloading his Shotgun.

"Thanks, Coach." Rochelle mumbled under her breath while standing up to cover him. After a few minutes of scavenging, the team met up with each other inside the crashed plane. It was a sad sight really, the side of the airplane ripped out, the tip and front of the plane deep in water.

"Ellis, Coach, help me open this damn door!" Nick yelled over to the other men in the group. Rochelle grunted while she covered the three as they attempted to push open the plane door.

"Alright, got it!" Ellis yelled in joy as the three men tumbled to the ground as the door fell open. Leaning against the plane, Nick took a look through his Hunting Rifle only to see a horde of infected dashing their way.

"Great.." He mumbled, strapping his Rifle on his back and taking out a pipe bomb.

"Throwing a pipe bomb!" He yelled as he chucked it out a distance in front of them. Nick got his Magnum out and started shooting off infected that came to close for comfort.

"Throwin' puke!" Ellis said as the last infected fell. He had taken the head off of many zombies with his ax and was covered in blood head-to-toe. As was the rest of the group, and it was decided they would take a break. Sitting on the ground next to Rochelle, Nick inspected her once light-pink shirt. He noticed a gaping wound on her arm and took out his first-aid. Nick out string and a needle and started working.

"Nick, sweetie." Rochelle said as he finished his stitching.

"Hmm?" It looked as if he was about to fall asleep. But instead he took a cloth out and dabbed at the stitching to clear out any blood.

"Thank you." The news reporter said as she look into Nick's. As he looked up, she found her eyes resting on his and he quickly looked away. He had always avoided any contact with a girl ever since his ex-wife, Jessica, had cheated on him. It just wasn't comfortable. Standing up, Nick brushed off his jacket and walked away from the situation.

"Let's go!" Nick informed and the rest of the group followed. It seemed as if all the zombies had been mostly wiped out at the crashed airliner.

After walking through the swamp for hours, scavenging every house, and taking out all infected, the safehouse was finally up ahead. Lights could be seen from a distance.

"HELLOOOO?" Ellis yelled as his eyes made contact with the search lights. To busy looking up ahead, the hick tripped over something and fell face forward.

"Damn..." Ellis mumbled as he stood up and brushed the dirt off his shirt. Turning to look at what he tripped over he was surprised. The hick was pretty sure it was a person. He couldn't really tell and called for the rest of the group.

"Sorry were not on goddamn adrenaline..." The hick heard Nick mumble as the rest of the group caught up with him.

"What is it, hun?" Rochelle put a hand on the hicks shoulder and kneeled down next to him.

"I tripped over it. Not sure if it's a human or zombie." He pointed at the body he had tripped over and turned it over. Rochelle gasped and rubbed the cheek of the body.

"A girl." She informed quickly and brushed the girl's hair away.

"Ro, how do you know?" Coach asked. Caring more about the news reporters safety rather than the lifeless body.

"Just, trust me!" She snapped, "Help me carry her, please!" Seeing the plea in the her eyes Nick took the arms and she took the legs as the group headed for the nearby saferoom.

The two grunted as they put the girl down and rubbed their backs. The body wasn't very light but wasn't so heavy they couldn't lift it. Nick quickly took out his first-aid kit and looked for wounds. He found blood seeping through the shirt and finally realized it was a girl. Nick took of the girls shirt and found four long scratch marks across her stomach.

"Witch..." The con-man mumbled and started stitching. After a while the stomach was closed up and their wasn't much more to the wounds. Standing up and brushing off his jacket he walked over to a torn couch and made himself comfortable.

The group quickly fell asleep, Ellis taking watch. He sighed and turned away from the saferoom door, peering over to the girl. The hick knew she was okay, her chest was moving up and down normally. He didn't know why he wanted the girl to be okay so bad, he hadn't even met her before. Ellis decided he was happy of the thought having another person join the group and returned his gaze to staring out of the metal door.

Once it was morning everything seemed tense. Nobody knew when the girl would wake up or if she was immune.

After hours of waiting the girl finally awoke, groaning as she stretched. She looked around the room, staring at people she had never met before.

"So," The girl started. "What's for breakfast?" She joked and chuckled. Ellis laughed softly and inspected the girl. She had charcoal black hair swooped up into a ponytail, her green eyes scanning the surroundings. The girl noticed the hick staring at her and she smiled back. Once the group introduced themselves to the girl there was still one question.

"Are you immune?" Nick asked. Narrowing his eyes on the girl.

"Hell yeah. I've been covered in unfamiliar shit ever since the infection has started." She snapped. Nick smiled at her attitude.

"So where are we heading?" She asked, brushing her bangs to the side.

"Just through this swamp. We heard of this plantation on the other side and was hopin' it was really there." Ellis quickly responded. The girl smiled and stood up. She seemed to have no effect of the witch's scratch.

"Just need a weapon." She said, popping her knuckles.