Survival of the Fittest

Chapter 1: The Whole Town

"Holy shit, somebody help me!" Andrew Screamed. "You're not going to get me you dumb ass of an infected. You're not going to get me. Somebody freaking help me please!"

There was a pop and the infected chasing Andrew fell over dead. A few hundred feet away Colin, John, and Borris appeared from behind the wall surrounding the town. John had a .22 rifle in his hands with a scope attached to it for emergencies. "Borris go tell the town it's here! The infection has spread to the North!" Andrew began shouting. As soon as Borris heard the message he turned around and bolted for the church where the town had gathered ever since the news of the infection first came over the radio. Andrew was the "volunteer" of the week to go get some food from the neighboring towns whose people had fled further north to Canada. The volunteers were allowed one shot of revolver ammo, and they had the sheriff's revolver. The sheriff was a man named Phil Walker who was a complete coward. Any time there was any sort of a real threat he would go and hide in his office or in the church steeple taking a double-barrel with him. Because he never took charge, Borris, John, Colin, and Andrew sort of became the town's automatic leaders. The revolver was in case the worst happened. Luckily it hadn't come to that in the case of Andrew. Immediately after Andrew got inside the gates of the wall he fell over and started puking. "Damn it, Andrew! How far did you run?" asked John.

"Four miles," Andrew coughed.

Colin looked puzzled, "So let me get this straight, you ran four miles in a full on sprint?"

"Yep, I also unloaded a full round of revolver ammo on that thing and it just wouldn't die." Andrew added.

"How in the hell did you get a full round of revolver ammunition? Last time I checked, each ammo runner only gets a shot per run," stated Colin.

"I found a gun shop that had a couple of boxes of rounds left, but I was already being chased so I dropped my canned foods and grabbed six shots of revolver thinking that it would rip the infected following me apart. It got back up after each shot, so I turned around and ran back towards town."

"They must be changing…" Borris said. No one had even realized he was there. "I told the town," he said. "Half of them are complaining, the other half of them are trying to calm the kids down, and the sheriff is hiding in the steeple with the shotgun as usual."

"We need to find some weapons for each town member. If the infection has just started spreading, we have about a month before the horde will get here." John stated. "That gives us plenty of time to have a group of people run to the neighboring towns to look for weapons."

"We should also send a messenger north to some of the towns up there to see if they can send men to help us. If the horde is coming, we have to stand together to prevent them from traveling to the heavily populated cities in Canada." Borris said.

"Good idea, do we all agree on this?" asked Andrew.

"Yes," everyone said simultaneously.

Borris was assigned to finding a volunteer for a messenger run to Canada. John and Colin were both looking for four more volunteers to search for some guns and other supplies in neighboring towns. Andrew was resting. His girlfriend Marie was worried sick about him, but everyone told her to let him rest. The sheriff had committed suicide after he learned that he horde was coming. John was able to get his wife, Alexis, and a teenager named Mark to join the supply run. Colin got his wife, Lindsey, and his brother, Taylor, to come on the supply run. Borris was able to find a girl a year older than him to join in on the run to Canada. Her name was Jessica. They would be heading for a supposed refugee camp near Montreal first thing in the morning. John, Alexis, Colin, Lindsey, Mark, and Taylor would be headed out in two days because they wanted to make sure that everyone was taken care of before they left. Everyone settled in for what was probably their last good-night's sleep in a while.

John and Alexis walked over to the old motel thinking it would be a good place to talk about what they were about to attempt.

"Why'd you volunteer for this trip?" asked John.

"I know that there isn't a good chance that most of us will return from this trip, and I couldn't just sit here waiting to hear whether you've lived or not when I could have done something to help." Alexis responded.

"Hey, don't talk like that. The horde isn't coming for a month. That means that the worst we will see is a couple of basic infected and maybe one of the advanced infected that Andrew faced, and if we face one of those, I have my .22 rifle to take it out. This is actually one of the missions with the lowest chances of casualties that we've ever done or ever going to do." John said. "So don't talk like this is it. This is just the beginning…"

Archiville Population: 56