Ch 2: Exploration
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I woke up the next day, sleeping on a bed is way more comfortable than sleeping in a sleeping bag. Now why was I in this hotel room again? I Suddenly remembered what had happened the day before. The bite, the following transformation. Thats when a new though punctured through the rest.
How the hell am I gonna get evaced when I look like this?
Deciding to answer these questions later, I opened the door and headed down to the lobby. Most commons wandering about, not paying attention to me or eachother. Finding a small shop inside the lobby, I went and looked around for some abandoned supplies.
My search was rewarded when I found painkillers under a discarded bag of chips. I also got myself a pair of sunglasses to counter my new vision. Quickly picking up the bottle pills, it rattled.
The rattle sounded like gunfire in the lobby.
I could hear the sounds of several footsteps and angered infected screeches down the hallway. Deciding to continue using my claws instead of risking of horde from shotgun blasts, I grabbed the first common that bursted through the door and quicky snapped his neck. The next several faced the wrath of my new claws, tearing through them like knifes through butter. I simply punched a hole through the last one stomach, severely underestimating my own strength.
At the end, fifteen severed bodies lied around me, rewarding me with nothing but bloody hands. Staring at my hands I felt awful, I sliced through all those people without a second thought, working under the guise of they being zombies. Wait, why the hell am I felling sorry for a bunch of mindless animals.
Putting the topic away for later, I walked out on the street. Other than the decaying corpses from yesterday it was peaceful overall. Wandering down the steps, I walked around untill I found the signature red door that ment safety. Then I got pissed off.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I shouted to noone, not that they could understand growls and damaged vocal chords.
"I was 2 damn blocks from the safe house? But nooo, some jackass infected decided, hey this guys looks like a burger lets bit him, hurr durr."
Shutting up for a moment to see if brothers came to see what was going on, instead I heard voices and rapid footsteps and voices coming from the street over. Jumping up to the roof of thr safehouse, I couldn't help but let out the hunters signature scream, part that I probably could keep under control with practice.
"Careful, hunter sounds close." I heard from the street over.
Jumping up to an apartment building roof, I saw four people. One was a old man wearing a berret. Another one was a dark skinned fellow with a white shirt. One had your stereotypical biker outfit. And the last one was shorter than the rest, wearing a red sweater. I saw all of them enter the building and guessed they would come up to the roof.
What I didn't need to guess, is that I was gonna have company real soon.
End of chapter 2