"There it is!" I called out, the car just missing a group of zombies hunched over a dead body lying on the concrete. Brad swerved to miss them as they stumbled to their feet, groaning. "Look out!" I yelled just before the car clipped a bus, spinning us around before the car slammed bakcwards into a truck. "Oww." I groaned, shaking my head as Brad looked at the cracked windshield.
"Are you okay, Bridget?" Brad asked and I nodded, sniffing as the smell of smoke filled the car. "Oh shit the car's on fire. Come on!" He yelled, kicking open the driver side door. He climbed out and I tried to follow only to find the door smashed in and I looked up as he raced to my side.
"The door won't open!" I shouted, hearing the groans getting closer. In a flash he leapt on top of the windshield and I leant back, covering my eyes as he raised his foot.
"Cover your eyes!" Brad shouted just before his foot slammed into the windshield, cracking it further. Another kick and it started to break apart but the gap wasn't big enough for me to climb through. "Hang on, I'll get you out." He called out, smashing his foot into the windshield as hard as he could. That winded the gap and he reached down as I struggled to fit, reaching for his hand.
He pulled me out just as the zombies reached the smashed car, reaching for us. Quickly we jumped down, running for the truck sitting several feet away. We just made it when a flash of light blinded me, making me stumble into Brad who caught me before I fell. "What the heck was that?" I yelped, rubbing my eyes.
"Special Ops. Come on, we need that Pacifier." Brad said and I grinned, swapping my shotgun for his handgun. "Probably safer." He added and I rolled my eyes, quickling moving for the truck while Brad starting shooting at the Special Ops. I made it to the truck, climbing aboard only to discover I had no clue what the Pacifier looked like.
"Now what?" I muttered, the sounds of gunfire and groaning nearly drowning out my voice. Searching the contents of the truck I found a marked box. "Guess these are the Pacifiers." I said, grabbing one before I hopped from the truck. "Got one!" I called out to Brad who waved to me from a taxi cab of all things.
I only just made it to the taxi, one of the flash grenades landing inches from my feet. "Let's get out of here!" I shouted, climbing into the car to the sounds of gunfire. As the taxi cab sped away I thought I heard screams and shouting amidst the gunfire but I refused to feel guilty, knowing they had tried to kill us both.
Resting the Pacifier in my lap I stayed quiet as Brad drove, the agent looking at me from time to time. It took Brad a little longer to navigate the streets to find the police station due to the amount of baricades set up to keep the zombes out. Which also meant a lot of survivors probably ended up trapped with the zombies.
"Is something wrong, Bridget?" Brad asked and I looked over at him, his eyes only briefly moving to me then back to the road.
"Just wondering why Nick and his friends abandoned me. I mean I know I was infected but that's just cold." I replied, looking through the windshield at the fires that were never going to be put out and the shambing hordes of the undead.
"I don't think they abandoned you. When I found you there was a note but once I realized you were going to turn my priority was getting you a dose of Zombrex. Here." Brad answered, taking a small yellow post-it note from his pocket. Still concentrating on driving he held it towards me and I took it, looking at the scribbled handwriting.
Bridget,
Going to find somewhere safe. Will bring back Zombrex.
Nick
"Well...I guess they did leave a note. Not that I could read it when I was sick." I said, crushing it into a ball before I tossed it into the backseat. "Anyway we'd better get that Zombrex to Cora."
Brad didn't answer as he drove the rest of the way. Once I saw the Police Station ahead I let out a breath, climbing from the car the moment Brad pulled up. With the Pacifier clutched tightly in my arms I headed towards the front door only to pause when I saw a van through a gate. "That it?" I called to Brad who followed me, his shotgun trained on a group of zombies who started to head our way drawn by the noise.
I could see the van but when I reached the gate I found it locked tight, annoying me. "Really? It's locked." I grumbled, jumping back when decaying hands reached for me through the gaps in the gate. "And of course there are a bunch of zombies."
"Let's check the office." Brad said, kicking open a door I had walked past and I shrugged. We found ourselves inside an office and I began to search the desk, coming across a switch after a little while. "Nice one, Bridget. Now all we need are those chips."
"Hopefully we don't run into anymore Special Ops. Why were they attacking us anyway? Aren't you one of the good guys?" I asked Brad and he shrugged, not really answering anything. Sighing I let him lead me towards the van, taking out enough zombies to clear a path.
Once inside, Brad drove back towards the hospital. This time I kept my eyes out for the mutant zombies Cora mentioned, crossing my fingers we wouldn't have to spend hours searching the city. Thankfully luck was on our side and I saw a group of zombies shuffling around, several taller than the others and paler. "Maybe that's them?" I said to Brad, who slowed the car to look where I pointed.
"That's got to be them. Come on, let's get those chips." Brad agreed, breaking before he climbed from the van. The zombies, seeing a fresh meal, starting to hurry towards us and I grinned. I lifted the Pacifier only to have Brad shake his head at me and I lowered it, giving him a frown. "It might be better if I carried that." Brad suggested and I rolled my eyes, handing it over. I braced myself to fight forgetting I left my shotgun back in the sports car. When I groaned, Brad looked towards me for a moment finally noticing my empty hands. "Go back to the van. I'll protect you, Bridget." He said and I listened for once, heading towards the van as he started to shoot at the zombies.
It didn't take him long to take them out and I have to admit I was pretty impressed, watching with a tiny smile as he retrieved the chips Cora wanted. Since I no longer had a weapon I kept an eye on Brad instead, noting his fighting skill and how calm he stayed no matter what. Eventually he ran for the van and I opened the driver side door, watching with an amused grin as he climbed inside. "Nice work, Agent Park. Nice moves too." I told him as he sat behind the steering wheel, taking a few minutes to catch his breath.
"Thanks but we better get back to the hospital before something else happens." Brad agreed and I nodded, feeling better when the van started. This time Brad drove the van as quickly as he could, taking as many shortcuts and even driving on the sidewalk to get back faster.
He must be worried about the other survivors. I know how it feels to need Zombrex. Even if Nick did leave me he saved Brad and if he hadn't I wouldn't be here. Neither would Brad and that would be a waste...
"Bridget, are you alright? You've been staring at me this entire trip back." Brad asked and I blinked to see his eyes searching my face. Without knowing it we were back at the hospital so I must have been staring at him for a while now.
"Sorry just thinking about...things." I replied, suddenly self-conscious. "I never did explain why I was in Los Perdidos today did I?"
"No, you didn't actually." Brad answered and I grinned at him, trying very hard to ignore a weird flutter in the pit of my stomach.
"I came to Central City to see my foster family. But after that zombie attack on the bus and falling from the overpass...I got a little sidetracked." I explained, looking through the windshield. "I hope they're okay."
"After I deliver this van and the chips to Cora we can go and look for them. I bet they'll be really happy to see you." Brad asked and that brought a smile to my face.