Eradication

part 2~

A gory sight. The helicopter torn to shreds, Kent and his crew, burning, sizzling and Sarah's arm laying a yard from the crash. My eye caught a man in the distance, pulling Sarah up a flight of dirty musty stairs, gun pulled tight around her neck. "Hey!" I screamed "Let her go!" I pulled out my pistol and let a few rounds fly, all hitting his right leg but his grip still tight around her neck. I maneuvered around cars and stopped at a small shack, I walked into the poorly structured building and grabbed the bundle of 20 arrows and snugged them into my quiver. I Then made my way up the stairs and pressed my ear towards the door and listened in on Sarah's and the mans conversation.

"You Don't gotta do this" Sarah said in her whimpering voice. I heard a gun cock and in an instant, the door was kicked in and my arrow was aimed right at his face. He turned and held a knife to his throat and threatened to cut it open. Before he could do so, my arrow met his eye and he dropped to the dirt floor. I took her into the safety of my arms and looked at the missing piece. I pulled out an arrow and lit the end of it until it was hot enough. "Sarah...I need to stop the bleeding..." She shook her head and nuzzled it into my shoulder. I pressed the arrow to her wound and her screams shook the drums in my ears. We walked out of the building, her body pressed against mine for support. "Thank you-" Her head exploded from a nearby sniper, blood covered my face and took of running to the parked Humvee at the bottom of the steps. I chucked forward, falling to the ground and cracking my forehead against the open door. I pulled the dead man out of the car and pulled myself up into the seat

Sarah's dead, Kent's dead. Everyone is dead. I took off down the road and seen the crash Jill was in, It's sad to see the horror an apocalypse can do. The Humvee lights switched on to the shifting time of day, it was now night. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. I'm tired and worn out, wondering what's going to happen now, what is my life coming to...hopefully not an end. Then something appeared on the road; Infected, tons of them. I turned the wheel to a hard left and smashed up against a few zombies, I then hunkered down so the infected wouldn't see me. I pulled out my shotgun from the backseat and put four shells in the chamber, that's all I had...four shells, not enough for a horde.

The infected started pushing on the side of the car and it eventually tipped. I slammed up against the door that was facing the ground, I maneuvered upward and pushed open the door. The infected stepped aside, letting through a large zombie with saw blades attached to its arms and nails poking out of every inch of it's body. A super infected? I've never seen anything like it, it raised it's arms in the air; ready to strike until a bus crashed into it. A window slid open and a man poked his head out. "Get on girl, lets go!" I slowly walked aboard the packed bus, I took the seat next to a young male, about my age. He looked over at me and smirked. "What's your story?" He asked me.
I got comfortable and started out "In London the outbreak happened fast" He looked at me with his wandering eyes, I shook off his creepiness and continued. "We flew to America, plane crashed in New York" I looked at him and turned towards the seat "Ok then...I'm done" "No" He said "Who have you killed?" I rolled my eyes "I killed a small boy, bashed in the face of a soldier, blew off a mans leg and watched my friends head get blown off"
"I'm sorry" He said. He laid his hand on my shoulder "Don't touch me!" I jerked away. I scooted over in my seat. "Jarrod, My names Jarrod" "Lara" I replied "look, I don't want any trouble so kindly leave me alone"

He pulled out his gun and pushed it against my skull, he jumped into my seat and ran his hand up my leg. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into the window, cracking it. I pulled the knife from my right pocket and stabbed it into the top of his shoulder. He flew back against the wall, screaming in agony. Everyone was completely oblivious to the sheer screams. I unlocked the back door, jumped out and hit the ground, rolling into the bushes so no one could see me. This is what I've become...This is what I had to become in order to survive.
Back in London I was a medical assistant in a large hospital in Oxford. Manchester was my next calling until our corporation got swamped by people with weird infected bites. At first we didn't know what was going on but when 40 people came in, swearing up and down they were bitten...we pieced things together. Back to reality

My heart sunk, the Saw Zombie was hovering over me, about to slice me into four bite sized pieces but a sword out stretched and blocked it's attack. Another Special infected. It was a 6ft tall zombie with an iron head and four bullet holes on each side of the mask, five metal blades were perfectly placed in it's head; one at the top and two on the sides. The two infected were in an all out brawl, their swords clanging together, taking chunks of meat from one another. The bladed zombie sliced through the one with the saws, it's head slipped off of it's body. The infected didn't seem interested in me, it picked up the severed head and walked off.
I got to my feet and hurried out onto the road. It was about 100 miles to any colony or town and going back to the military base was a choice I didn't wanna make. I laid down on the asphalt and curled up into a ball. March used to be my favorite month, roses would bloom, birds would whistle, it was calm and peaceful but that all changed, the world changed, we changed.