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Another Living Nightmare
The Infected
"Come on, lets' refuel and get going!"
Michael emptied his lots into the engine.
"We didn't share that thing," Eddie realized.
"Its okay."
They poured the fuel in one by one until all the tanks were empty.
The area smelt badly of the fuel they poured.
The engine roared into life and Eddie untied the ropes from the pier and then the engine died again.
"No!"
"Go!"
They saw two Tanks baring down on them down the road.
"GO!" Emily shouted.
They ripped concrete off the ground and tossed it but they were still too short.
"Gotta hot wire it again, come on, come on, come on...YEAH!"
He throttled forwards heavily and the engine got louder.
The Tanks ripped up more concrete and it splashed into the water where they just were soaking Steve and Eddie.
"Aww, stupid Tanks" Steve grumbled.
They removed their shirts revealing their muscled torsos and Emily's eyes doubled for a brief moment and she looked away embarrassed and joined Michael as they wrung their shirts out.
Michael looked back and saw them and forwards.
"That wont help, its starting to rain, get in here."
Eddie and Steve put their shirts back on and joined them in the cab closing the door as the rain got heavier.
Michael found the wiper switch and got it going.
"I'd rather be in here than out there on the deck," Eddie said.
They were sat on benches as Michael stood with the wheel in his hands.
The boat rocked in the wind and rain lashed the deck and windows.
"Hope that glass holds."
"It should," Michael said.
After an hour or so of being at the wheel Emily took over and Michael sat down.
Steve and Eddie were dry and eating some food.
The sun was going down and the rain was off and on.
A good thing was that they had not seen a zombie in ages.
"Looks like we made it...we survived," Emily said in a sigh of relief.
"We're not there yet Emily," Michael warned from where he was sat.
"How's that fuel holding?" Eddie asked.
"Don't wanna go back out there now I'm safe here," he added.
"Should be fine, wont have to refuel for another seventeen hours to two days, depending on how fast we go."
"How far until we get to the safe zone?" Steve asked.
"About nine or ten hours, if we walked it, five minutes," Michael smirked.
"Can't this thing go any faster?" Eddie asked.
"We're going at ten knots it says, can't go faster, we're out of range of Hunters and things, we should be fine, how about we get some sleep, Emily, you fine?"
"Yeah I'll wake one of you in a while and then get sleep too."
It got quiet down in the cab and Emily looked around for zombies in the banks, she saw them but they weren't a risk to them.
Some ran forwards and fell into the water which she laughed at, there was no way a zombie could harm them.
She saw a radio and tried it.
All she heard was static, it was low enough so it wouldn't wake them but loud enough for her to hear any transmission.
Every frequency had static on.
Emily woke Steve up who wasn't happy about being randomly chosen.
With a few choice words under the breath.
She fell asleep on the bench, not exactly a comfortable position but it had to do for now.
Steve kept his eyes out for any chance of another boat and zombies that had learned to swim which he thought was unlikely.
It took a few more swaps before dawn broke over the river, the fuel was still good enough to go on and they continued on passed towns and bait shops, they went under a huge concrete and steel bridge with vehicles on.
"Guys, get the guns ready, bridge," Eddie said who was on the wheel.
Michael, Steve and Emily got onto the deck in case zombies decided to try "death from above".
As predicted some zombies tried to jump, they were ready and the zombies wouldn't make it.
A Tank ripped concrete up and tossed it off the bridge.
The boat rocked as the concrete missed it.
"Ah, shit, get away from the bridge!" Michael yelled.
"Working on it!"
The bridge in the background and no successful boarding of zombies.
"Stupid bridge," Emily muttered to herself and they all settled down again in their long wait.
All of them felt better after having some time to properly rest with out the risk of being a zombie's meal.
Time went slow as there was nothing much to do apart from eat, talk, or sleep and they had slept enough.
"I wonder how many more have survived," Emily asked from her seat.
"I hope the safety zone is still there," Michael said.
"Yeah," Steve said.
"Wont it suck if they're all dead?" Steve said.
"Don't say that," Emily snapped.
"Why does all the shit have to happen to us?" Eddie asked.
"Bad luck I guess," Michael said.
It was around midday the next day when they finally arrived at the safe zone.
"WAKE UP, WE'RE HERE!"
There was a dock, it was heavily fortified.
Each gun turret was manned and pointed at them.
Eddie went out and shouted.
"WE'RE SURVIVORS, WE'RE NOT HURT OR INFECTED."
A man spoke over a bull horn.
"Dock but stay on the boat, you will be cleaned then taken to quarantine for seventy two hours and then we will let you into our society, leave all weapons in your boat, come off your boat slowly with your hands on your heads, any fast movement will be treated as hostile and you will be shot...do not speak."
They followed the instructions and got off the boat slowly towards the people in Hazmat suits.
The soldiers led the bladers through to a decontamination like area where they were instructed to strip and in private areas they were hosed down with decontamination, their clothes were taken away and burned.
Once they had been decontaminated they were offered the chance of a proper shower or bath which they accepted whilst their Beyblades and equipment were decontaminated too.
They had been taken into a four birth apartment now a quarantine room, they had all washed and shaved, they wore new clean clothes.
"Feels so good to be clean again," Michael said.
"Yeah," Eddie said.
"I suppose all those precautionary measures are important," Emily said.
"What happened to our old clothes?" Michael asked.
"Burned," Emily said.
"Why?" Steve asked.
"Blood from all the zombies we killed" she explained.
"Makes sense, I'm glad we got here, how long do you think we can live here?" Eddie asked.
"Until we die?" Emily asked.
Eddie laughed.
"No, serious."
"I was."
"What?" Steve asked.
"There's no way we can survive out there, we have to live here in this town, or we die," she explained.
"Guess so," Michael nodded.
"Can't wait to get out of here," Steve said.
"Wonder where we'll live after this?" Michael asked.
"A mansion, a jacuzzi, basketball court, enough bedrooms, lounge, plasma TV, blu ray, kitchen."
"Your ideal home Eddie?" Steve asked.
"You know it."
After the quarantine time was over they were taken out into the community of four hundred strong, it was self sufficient on food, water and power, built in a small village that was armed to the teeth, they would stay here until the day they would die, they were safe, it was over.
The Survivors have escaped!
Survivors
Michael as himself
Emily as herself
Steve as himself
Eddie as himself
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