Alan- grenade launcher, machete
Doc- pistol, automatic shotgun
Jamie- incapacitated
Zoey- dual pistols, sniper rifle
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The hummer sped through the woods, flying over hills and sliding around corners with Doc behind the wheel, making it an extremely bumpy ride.
"Doc," Alan called out before flying up when the hummer hit a pothole. "Jesus Christ, slow down a bit!"
"Hey, I got beat to shit by a horde of zombies and now even more zombies are chasing us and we can hardly see past our own noses in this damn forest, so excuse me for not wanting to sightsee!"
"Well get back here so you can help Jamie!"
"Oh yeah, let's just stop the fucking vehicle to trade places, sounds like a great idea. Hey, why we're out I've got to take a FUCKING PISS!"
"Don't fucking get smart with me goddamn it, Jamie needs medical attention!"
"He should be fine," Doc screamed, turning his head back to better shout at Alan. "It's not like his organs are hanging out and it won't do any fucking good to heal him if we get swarmed by zombies!"
"Damn it Doc, stop the fucking vehicle!" Before Doc could shout back, a gunshot rang out, causing the two feuding survivors to jump. They turned, seeing the barrel of one of Zoey's pistols smoking.
"Both of you shut up," Zoey ordered. "Arguing isn't going to help anything! Doc's right; we need to make sure we're safe before stopping. Alan, you can help me at least take care of Jamie until then okay?" Alan nodded once before turning to Doc.
"Sorry man…"
"It's fine," Doc assured as he looked around the road carefully. Alan moved to the back of the hummer where Jamie lied on his back, motionless. Maria sat next to him, trying not to cry before Zoey and Alan moved back there.
"Hey Maria, can you move up so we can try to help Jamie," Zoey asked. Maria stared at the comatose survivor before slowly heading for the front of the vehicle. "Alan, is there any special way you know of to wake him up?"
"Me farting always worked," Alan replied, trying to crack a joke. "I don't think he needs that at this point though. He's not dead though right?"
"No, he's breathing and I don't think he has any broken bones surprisingly…"
"He always drank his milk as kid," Alan said, forming a small smirk. Zoey looked up with a confused look, ready to say something.
"Guys, problem!" The survivors looked out of the front windshield; they found the military base, problem was that there was a large metal double door between them and it. "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! I knew this would happen!" Doc started honking the horn in desperation.
"Fuck this shit," Alan shouted as he grabbed his grenade launcher and opened the door.
"What the fuck is he doing," Doc asked, turning to Zoey in a confused rage.
Alan slammed the door behind him as Doc started honking the horn even more. The bulky survivor faced the back of the hummer, seeing a few shadowy figures coming out of the woods.
"Come on fuckers! Its gonna be rainin zombie pieces whenever I'm done with you bastards! Bring it on you fucking freaks!" Alan's shouting seemed to provoke the zombies as they all screamed back at him. The survivor squeezed the trigger on the grenade launcher into the center of the horde. The explosion killed the few zombies that charged, but more started coming through the smoke. "Come on! I'll fucking take all you on!" Suddenly, a loud screeching, creaking noise was heard, prompting the survivor to whip his head around. The giant metal doors were opening for the survivors, "GO, GO, GO!"
Doc swore under his breath before leaning out of the window with his pistol in hand, "The doors aren't open enough!"
Doc began firing into the oncoming horde of zombies, picking off a few of them. Zoey opened the back window and took aim with her sniper rifle. She began firing rapidly into the sea of zombies, taking out a number of them with single shots. Alan fired his grenade launcher once again, blowing several dozen zombies to pieces. Maria shook Doc's arm frantically, causing the blonde to look forward, seeing that the doors were fully open.
"Go man, go," Alan called out as he slammed a fresh grenade into the launcher.
Doc floored the gas, flying past the doors as Alan turned around and ran through as the doors began to close. The zombies were hot on Alan's heels, almost coming in if a full squad of armed marines didn't stand in the opening, firing their fully automatic weapons into the sea of zombies, cutting down most of them. The doors closed, and the zombies that survived were picked off by newly positioned snipers in the watch towers above.
Doc stopped the car, seeing a group of military soldiers, with their guns raised, circling their hummer. "Come out with your hands up," one of the soldiers shouted. "Get out right now, slowly!"
"What the fuck," Alan called out. "Why the fuck are you guys aiming those guns at us you fuckers!?" One soldiers tackled Alan from behind, and two more soldiers came up to help their comrade. "Get the fuck off me! We've got injured people in that hummer you assholes!"
The soldiers continually shouted at the survivors who shouted back, neither being able to hear the other. "Ten hut," a stern voice called out. The soldiers snapped to attention, lowering their weapons. A large black man walked up, obviously an officer of some sort. "Survivors, please step out of the vehicle slowly and unarmed."
"What'd do we do," Zoey asked.
"It's a dozen of them against two of us," Doc replied. "What do you think we're doing?" Zoey sighed and placed her sniper in the hummer. Maria held Zoey's hand tightly as they got out of the hummer at the same time as Doc. "He listen, we're immune to the Green Flu! There's no reason to shoot us!"
"I'm sorry, but I have to be sure," the officer advised. "You will be quarantined for a few days to determine if you're carriers or not."
"BULLSHIT," Alan called out from under three soldiers.
"Alan, now is not the time," Doc shouted. "We're not carriers sir."
"We can't be sure," the officer replied. "You'll be quarantined for only a few days. It's to ensure the safety of the other refugees in the base."
"We're not carriers," Zoey told the officer with a hard glare. "This little girl isn't immune and she's been with us this entire time and she hasn't turned!" The officer looked at the trembling little girl then up at Zoey and Doc.
"How do you know she's not immune," the officer finally asked.
"I'm a doctor that worked in Mercy Hospital," Doc replied. "I know more about this infection than anyone in the military. The zombies know when people are immune to their infection because they savagely beat anyone who's immune, because they can sense they're a threat. Carriers are people who are immune, but carry the infection in their bodies in a dormant state so it doesn't change them. Those who aren't immune are instantly bitten by single zombies to transfer the infection, or they're eaten alive by hordes of zombies. Every zombie we've come across has tried to bite her, or go for one of us and then for no reason go for Maria."
The officer looked upon Doc for a moment before turning and nodding to one of his soldiers. The soldier nodded back then signaled for the rest of the soldiers to disperse. The three soldiers got off of Alan who stood up, desperately wanting to take on all three of them. The officer walked up to the survivors.
"I'm deeply sorry about that," he apologized. "This long with the infection and I can't be too sure. I'm surprised though to find survivors who aren't carriers, and I'm even more surprised to find someone alive who isn't immune."
"We tend to run a tight ship," Doc replied.
"There's someone in the hummer whose been injured," Zoey immediately stated. "He's in the back and he needs medical attention."
"We'll see to it immediately." The officer signaled two medical soldiers who grabbed a nearby stretcher and ran up to the hummer. "Come on, I'll give you the tour." The officer walked towards the main building. Zoey, Alan, Doc, and Maria all looked at one another then followed. "I'm Sergeant Williams and I'm the officer in charge of this outpost."
"You said there were other survivors," Doc asked to sergeant.
"Yes, back before the infection got so serious. They came here to shelter them while the military and CEDA took care of the infection. Well a few days turned into a week, and that week turned into two weeks…people are losing hope…"
"Why don't you radio for help or something," Alan asked as the sergeant opened the front door.
"We're in the middle of a forest with hundreds of trees that can mess with our radio signaling. We had this outpost because we thought that the forest would hide us from the infected. As it turns out: we were left for dead out here."
"What about evacuating everyone yourself," Doc questioned. "Surely you've got a few jeeps, helicopters, something."
"We do, but they're all out of fuel because we worked so hard to find survivors in the city. We only had a few vehicles left to send out to get more gas. That was nearly four days ago. Nobody will say it but we can all feel it: we're just going to wait here and die one by one…"
"Oh yeah, this is totally better than running around the streets and shooting zombies," Alan exclaimed sarcastically. "There has to be something you can do!"
"I don't know which of my men are immune, and I don't know which survivors are immune either. I'm not risking anyone's lives by sending them out like I did with a squad of my own men."
"They could still be alive," Doc replied. "Side tracked, had one bad event after another that caused them to become sidetracked or something."
"Four heavily armored carriers with at least a dozen heavily equipped soldiers with a diverse arsenal?" Williams turned his head, peering over his shoulder as he walked down the hallway. "I don't hold out much hope if they weren't back by now…"
"What a downer," Alan whispered to Zoey. The survivor nodded in agreement, but understood how after this long someone like Williams could be so depressing. It wasn't about having hope for him: it was about facing facts.
"The civilian quarters are down this hall," Williams said, stopping suddenly. "There are barracks and a cafeteria. That's about it."
"Well that sucks," Alan replied.
"Do you know of a better place to hide from these bastards? Maybe a nice hotel with a view of the beach? Hawaii maybe? No, then don't criticize." Doc snickered while Alan remained silent. "I make due with what I have. What I have isn't a whole lot though. The medical hall is down here." Williams motioned towards the hall across from the civilian quarters. "Your friend is down here. Just ask a nurse where he is and she should be able to escort you to him. Until then you all can go into the cafeteria and eat, talk to other survivors, just don't bother me or any other soldiers." Williams walked down the only hall he didn't specify, eventually moving behind a door.
"What a dick," Alan exclaimed once Williams was gone.
"Alan, he's been here for three weeks with a lot of people," Doc replied. "He's watched the hopes of all of his staff and the people he saved die down to nothing. You can't blame him for being dick-ish…"
"You sure, cause I think I just did," Alan shot back. "Anywho, we should eat first and then check up on Jamie."
"Alright," Doc agreed, turning to Zoey and Maria. "Come on girls." The four moved into the cafeteria, surprised to see the entire area full of survivors sitting around at tables, eating or talking to one another. "Holy shit…"
"This is a lot of people," Alan said, his eyes wide with shock. Zoey marched into the cafeteria, finding an empty table for their group to sit at. The female survivors sat down, Maria with a sad look, and Zoey with an angered look. Alan and Doc sat across from Zoey and Maria, both with concerned looks. "What's wrong girl," Alan asked Zoey.
"Nothing," Zoey replied angrily, glaring her eyes to the side. Doc and Alan looked at each other then back to Zoey. The survivor was hiding her guilt behind a wall of anger, but this bred frustration and caused tears to well up in her eyes. "It's my fault Jamie's hurt isn't it?" Zoey snapped her eyes towards Doc and Alan, who looked back with alarmed faces. "That's what you're all thinking isn't it? Well I didn't ask him to save my life!" Zoey looked away again as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Whoa, calm down Zoey," Alan replied. "No one blames you for Jamie's condition. Trust me: this isn't the first time he's got fucked up by the zombies to save someone. He got thrown through a window by a Tank for trying to save Doc for god's sakes."
"Luckily a Witch broke his fall," Doc mumbled with a smirk.
"Broke the bitch's arm too," Alan added, matching his friend's smile. Zoey looked over, her eyes softening a bit. "Trust me girl, nobody blames you for Jamie's current condition. Once Jamie is going to do something he does it, be it throwing Maria off the ledge of a building onto a truck bed of mattresses of latching himself to a Tank's face, he does it." Zoey's eyes widened with shock.
"Wait, he did what to Maria?"
"We were on the roof of a building right," Alan replied, smiling widely. "A horde of zombies were flooding out of the only door to the roof which made it easy to kill them. Or so we thought, because another horde was jumping from rooftop to rooftop like freaking ninjas to get to us."
"So after a minute or two of fighting endless zombies, Jamie looks down," Doc continued. "He thinks we could've jumped or something, and we all thought he was batshit crazy at the time. However, he says he heard a Hunter growling or something, so he grabs Maria and THROWS her off the building like a split second before the Hunter pounced him. He only got clawed on his side though before Alan shot the damn thing."
"We thought he killed Maria, but whenever he got up, he jumps off the building too and we see that he landed on one of those delivery trucks, which conveniently was full of mattresses. Doc and I look at each other before jumping off to avoid the zombies. The loudest I've ever heard Doc scream in my life."
"I was jumping off a building," Doc shot back. Zoey's eyes were full of amazement before she looked back down. "Trust us though Zoey: Jamie does stupid shit. We don't blame you for it. If anything it's his fault. He should know better than jumping onto Tanks, but he just doesn't listen."
Zoey smiled a bit and lowered her head in embarrassment, "Sorry guys…"
"You're fine," Alan assured. "You've only been with us for a few days right?" Zoey nodded before looking back up at her new team with a smile. "Alright, let's get some food!"
The survivors walked up to where the food was being served, and were disappointed to find that it was soup, borderline gruel. Doc stopped Alan from making some type of smart ass remark before the survivors got their bowls of soup and walked back to their table.
"This shouldn't be too bad," Doc assured everyone. "I mean I've SEEN nastier stuff…"
"I'm pretty sure since this infection hit, EVERYONE has seen nastier stuff Doc," Alan shot back. "I thought this was a military outpost, not a fucking prison."
"They've got to make due with what they've got," Zoey reminded. "We should be happy they even have food to serve. Look at all these people they have to take care of." Alan rolled his eyes then sniffed his soup.
"Jesus, it smells like Boomer shit!" Doc and Zoey rolled their eyes before taking a spoonful of soup. Their eyes widened with disgust and horror before they slowly brought the spoons out of their mouths. "What's it taste like," Alan asked mockingly with a sly sneer of his face.
"Boomer shit," they both replied.
"Wanna go check on Jamie," Alan asked everyone. The other three nodded and stood up with Alan.
The survivors exited the cafeteria then walked down the civilian hallway and made it to the infirmary. Doc approached a nurse holding a clipboard.
"Excuse me, but no civilians are to be allowed back here," the nurse told them.
"Our friend is back there," Doc replied. "He's the guy who got thrown into a wall by a Tank, ya know, the really big zombies with arms the size of your whole body. We need to see him."
The nurse made a face then turned around to escort the survivors to Jamie. She opened a door to one of the rooms and the survivors saw their leader sitting up in a bed with his entire upper body wrapped up.
Jamie smiled upon the sight of his team, "Hey guys."
"Well you look as good as new," Alan said, walking towards Jamie. "No worse than usual. It seems like somebody always has to patch you up at some point."
"Hey what can I say; chicks dig scars."
"Yeah, especially the infected chicks running around," Doc added. "You're definitely an infected magnet. Or you have a love of pain."
"That's defiantly one for the books boss. I mean you went Jockey on a fucking Tank." Jamie chuckled a bit then looked to Maria and Zoey.
"I'm glad you're okay," Zoey finally said. "Well not okay, but not dead I mean. I'm glad you're not dead is what I meant."
"I got ya," Jamie replied with a small laugh. "Just don't make me have to do that again. I'm not sure how much longer I can afford to save you guys. Alan why don't you make some sacrifices?"
"Because I can't jump on a Tank's face. I don't have the nerve to do that. A Charger maybe, but that's like half a Tank."
"People do stupid shit when their adrenaline is pumping," Jamie fired back. "Try it some time." The survivors got out of bed, alarming his team and the nurse.
"You shouldn't be moving. Get back into bed," the nurse ordered.
"Trust me I've been through worse. I just can't move my arms, no big deal." Jamie stood up on his own and grabbed his shirt, putting it back on over his bandages. "What do they serve in a place like this?"
"Boomer shit," Zoey, Doc, and Alan replied immediately. A few moments later and the survivors gathered back into the cafeteria, and Jamie quickly found out what his team meant.
"This is pure nastification," Jamie said after gagging. "Don't we have shit in the hummer?"
"Oh right we do," Alan replied, standing up quickly. "Let's go chow down!"
Jamie stood up after everyone else and turned around to a young woman staring at him. The rest of the team turned around to see Jamie frozen at the sight of the young woman, around his age. She had shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes, a pink glow in her cheeks, had a very large chest, and overall looked stunning.
"Jamie," she finally breathed out. The survivors looked at each other with questioning looks before turning back to their leader.
"Michelle, you're alive?" The girl laughed then threw her arms around Jamie and squeezed tightly. "OW, OW PAIN!" Michelle quickly let go of Jamie with a look of concern on her face.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?"
"Ya—no not really. My shoulders and back are still killing me." Without warning, Michelle once again hugged Jamie, this time around his body, burying her head into the survivor's chest. Jamie paused for a moment, blushing a bit once he remembered his team was watching.
"I can't believe you're alive…" the new girl whispered.
"I'm confused," Doc whispered to Alan.
"Wait, I think I remember her," Alan said. Jamie cleared his throat and placed his hands on Michelle's back.
"Uh, Michelle these are my friends," Jamie said, turning to the side and pointing to his team. "That's Doc, Maria, Alan, and Zoey." Each survivor waved in correspondence with their name.
"We've met once before I think," Alan told Michelle. "It was at a party that Ed was throwing." Michelle tilted her head to the side in confusion. "I was the really drunk dude to slammed his self through the table?"
"Oh right," Michelle finally said. "I remember now."
"The rest of these guys we picked up while going through the city," Jamie added. "How'd you get here?"
"Well…whenever the infection first hit and the military was evacuating everyone to this base, my mom and I tried to get to one, and she…she was…" Michelle covered her mouth to quiet her sobs, feeling frustration at how she was crying at the moment.
"Hey, it's okay," Jamie replied, putting his arms around Michelle, holding her close. "It's okay Michelle…" Said girl wrapped her arms around Jamie again, sobbing into his chest. Doc lightly hit Alan's shoulder and leaned forward.
"Maybe we should give these two a moment…"
Alan nodded in agreement then turned to the others. Doc and Alan left, escorting Maria with them while Zoey watched for a moment then followed the others. The survivors moved outside to the front of the base to find their hummer gone.
"What the fuck, where's out hummer," Alan demanded to the nearest soldier.
"Sergeant Williams had it taken to our garage to get it out of the way," the soldier replied sternly. "We also had to take all firearms for obvious reasons."
"What about our food and soda," Doc questioned.
"Confiscated, we can't take the chance of the infection being transferable in people's food."
"Are you fucking serious," Alan shouted as his anger rose.
"The infection can't infect chips inside of super sealed bags, any idiot would know that!"
"To be honest, Sergeant Williams took it to be fair to the rest of the refugees. It wouldn't be fair if you all got to eat actual food while everyone else ate the soup they're forced to eat every day."
"Well fucking shit," Alan angrily muttered to himself.
"Alright, I'm sick and tired of this place and everyone in it," Doc exclaimed. "Radio in for help right now!"
"None of our radios work sir," the soldier replied, becoming more nervous. "We sent our only radio with the squads Sergeant Williams dispatched yesterday. Their mission was either to get fuel or radio for help. Evidently neither mission was accomplished…"
"Why the—nah you know what fuck this shit," Alan shouted. "Where's the armory? I'm going back outside."
"Alan shut up, you're not going outside."
"At least outside with those cannibal freaks I could eat what I want and I didn't have to worry about someone stealing my fucking guns!"
"Safety reasons sir," the soldier replied. "Talk to Sergeant Williams if there's a problem."
"Oh you bet your green ass I will," Alan exclaimed as he walked back towards the building.
Doc sighed and followed after him while Zoey and Maria stayed outside. Maria looked up at Zoey who was obviously distraught. The little girl poked Zoey's leg, looking up at her with a perplexed look. Zoey sighed then looked away. Maria again poked Zoey's legs and gave a more serious look at the older girl.
"You think something's wrong?" Maria nodded, giving Zoey the same look. The brunette sighed then jerked her head to the side of the base. The two girls walked away from the soldiers and from the base before Zoey leaned back against a tree. Maria sat at the base of another tree, placing her arms around her knees and staring up at Zoey. "Something's wrong, but I don't know what I'm feeling right now…" Maria tilted her head to the side, with a wondering, concerned look. "Don't worry about it Maria…" The little girl looked back at the base, then turned her head back to Zoey. The two sat around in silence, Maria giving Zoey one constant look, expecting an answer. Neither moved for nearly two minutes before Zoey sighed and gave a tired look to Maria.
"You don't give up do you?" The little girl shook her head, still staring Zoey in the eyes. "I think I'm still feeling guilty about what happened with Jamie…" Maria looked down then back up at Zoey. "I know the others say it's not my fault, and even Jamie told me not to worry about it, but I can't help but feel guilty…"
Maria's eyes narrowed for a moment. Zoey moved her eyes back to the little girl, slightly taken back from the glare she was getting. Maria stuck her chest out then made a rounding move from her collar bone to right above her stomach. Zoey cocked a questioning eyebrow up, before catching onto what the girl was saying.
"Wait, you think this is about Michelle," Zoey asked with bewilderment in her tone. "Why would I care about her?" Maria lowered her head with a serious gaze. "What?" Maria sighed then shook her head before picking up a rock then throwing it against the wall. Zoey watched the rock hit the wall then looked back at Maria, "This could be so much easier if you talked." Maria crossed her arms with the same serious gaze. "Why would it bother me that Jamie found a friend of his? A big breasted, beautiful, blonde friend of his. I don't care, as long as he's happy." Maria sighed and shook her head in disappointment.
"Hey, I'm only jealous of Michelle because of her boobs and the fact she has a shoulder to cry on, that's it. So don't go implying anything." Maria's eyes lowered before she slowly got to her feet. "I'm sorry for getting like that sweetie." Maria shrugged then smiled up at Zoey. "Thanks a lot for this…uh, 'talk.' We should do this more often." Maria giggled at the joke before taking Zoey's hand and walking back to the base.