Chapter 2

"Don't talk and stay close," Bill said to Zoey as he opened the door carefully to make sure there weren't any mutants in the hall.

Once cleared they entered the building and started to search through the first few rooms, they ran into several zombies along the way, using their pistols, to keep from wasting much ammunition, they cleared the halls and rooms quickly. In room 3008 they found food, more ammunition and a safe place to rest for the night. Clearing the hall and the floors directly above and below they got ready for the long night ahead.

In the morning Bill awoke to the sound of screeches. Looking for his companion, he grabbed a shotgun and pistol. He went to the door and looked out the peephole. In the hall was a man with short brown hair and foggy blue eyes. His skin was a sickly pale green color and he had two small boils on his right cheek. His right arm was a little bit longer than the left. He looked at the door like he was going to claw the thing that separated him and Bill. Suddenly, Bill heard Zoey screaming a blood-curdling scream. Bill left the door and the zombie in the hall to see why Zoey had screamed.

"Zoey, what's the matter," he said running through the door to the bedroom. To his surprise she was nowhere to be found. He searched the Kitchen and the bathroom but could still not find her. In a shock he realized that this apartment had a balcony. Running out onto the balcony, Bill saw Zoey being constricted by the long-armed mutant. Acting quickly Bill started to beat the arms that were wrapped around her waist. The creature let go and fled into the Starbucks© next to the apartment building.

"Zoey what do you think your doing?" Bill asked in a threatening tone.

"I was just getting some fresh air," She replied.

"You saw that thing yesterday, didn't you?"

"Yeah but I didn't think he could reach up here. We are on the thirtieth floor."

"Well you should have taken the precautions and grabbed a gun and killed him," Bill said as his voice was rising.

"Sorry I'll think of that next time," Zoey said as she pushed passed Bill to get back inside.

They ate, showered and got dressed. Before heading out Bill unloaded a few rounds from his shotgun into the door to kill any thing that might have been outside. Looking out the peephole he made sure the coast was clear. The two searched the rest of the building for survivors.

"Where could everyone be?" Zoey asked holding two pistols at arms length.

"Well judging by the size of the hoard yesterday they were either infected by the mutants or could have been killed, like you could be if it wasn't for me," Bill said turning the light on his shotgun as they entered the main stairwell of the Patriotic Resort and Spa. "But if they were able to keep from being infected, they probably headed north like you were."

"Ok well why don't we head further north instead of waste or time here?"

"Because if we run into that fat mutant again we don't want to mess with a crowd bigger than what we met outside the wall. Killing the infected before they are alerted is the best way to survive."

"Ok," Zoey said as Bill led the way out onto the street. Out on the street they saw infected people everywhere.

"Or they all could be on the streets," Bill whispered into Zoey's ear in hopes to not disturb any of the infected that littered the street. "Here use this knife and slit their throats and make as little noise as possible, don't even talk until we kill every infected on this street, well this part of the street, and don't shoot the gun just stab and cut, aim for the throat and the eyes," he directed Zoey handing her a stainless steel Buck© knife.

"Ok," she whispered back in a voice almost in audible in your ear. They moved slowly but after two grueling and bloody hours they finally killed every infected person on Chariot rd. in-between Rose Blvd. And Brandon wood Cr.

"How can four mutants infect so many people?" Zoey asked looking down upon the dead infected that covered the street.

"I don't know but they must move fast to cause this much damage without alerting every person in town," Bill stated looking at the girl whose hands were now covered in green goo.

"Why did they bleed green slime?"

"They're changing, even after the change of their physical appearance and thinking they are still changing into total different beings. Come on we better keep moving before they find us again," Bill said heading towards the next shop. "We can find supplies in here." They entered a Wal-Mart and started to hear shouts coming from the back of the store. They ran to the back of the store and saw a man with a baldhead that wore a black leather jacket, a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

"Get back you monsters," the man was shouting fighting off ten of the infected people as he held a loaf of bread, cheese, ham, lettuce, mayo, mustard, a knife, and a two litter of Pepsi. He sat his stash down on the check out counter in the electronic section of the store. "Get back you monsters," he shouted again grabbing a pistol from behind the counter.

He shot the gun at the ceiling to scare the infected off. The attempt was useless the zombies continued to go for the man's stash. He shot the first infected in the head killing him instantly. The others started to try and over power him by rushing him. Bill and Zoey ran up and started to kill the zombies with him.

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"Thanks, I don't think I could have taken out all those guys."

"No problem. I'm Bill and this is Zoey."

"I'm Francis," the man introduced himself.

"Where are you from Francis?"

"I live north on Elm Street. My neighborhood was attacked three days ago by fatso who called the rest of the hoard."

"Wait, who attacked your neighborhood?"

"That fat mutant. I call him fatso because he's like what four hundred pound? But I was almost killed by stretch, the guy that can stretch his arms," Francis continued on about how he had fought his way to the Wal-Mart where he set up camp. He made a point to mention the giant behemoth that killed his best friend and the young woman with black hair, extremely long razor sharp nails and glowing red eyes that wore a pink shirt and faded jeans. He said she sat in the middle of the road crying to attract people to her. When someone would get close to her she would shriek and attack them and everyone in the area.

"What did the really big guy you were talking about earlier look like?" Bill asked trying to gather more information about the situation they were in.

"Which one fatso or the really buff guy?"

"The really strong guy."

"He was about seven feet tall he only wore ripped blue jean shorts and his whole body was bulging with muscles. It looked like he couldn't reach in very close from all the muscles on his arms."

"That's the guy we saw when we came into town," Zoey said hitting Bill's arm.

"Yes I know Zoey stop hitting me," he said pushing her arm away. "Is there anything else that you didn't tell us?"

"Well there was this one guy who just stood on top of the radio station."

"What did he look like?" Bill asked.

"Well he had short hair, his skin was a pale green and one of his arms was shorter than the other."

"That's what I thought," Bill said shaking his head. "Ok let's get some supplies and get moving. That guy can detect people so he probably knows we're here."

"What?" Zoey yelled. "I thought you said we would be safe farther up north."

"No what I said was there should be fewer infected here." Bill stated. "Now we can either stay here and get attacked or we can leave and head north and find more survivors."

"Ok lets go," Francis and Zoey said simultaneously.

Grabbing some backpacks, food and water they headed out in search of more survivors. Heading north the three survivors continue the search for more survivors. Hours passed as the met countless zombies some less developed than others but still to far along to still be called human.