The car drove for what seemed like hours around the deserted outskirks of the town. The survivors watched what seemed like the same bland landscape of farm and forest going on and on eternally.
Tricia drove with Curtis sitting in the passenger seat, while Madison sat in the back with Tyler. Tyler had been silent the whole time, staring out the window, and Tricia had caught quick glances of him in the rearview mirror, wondering what was his deal was. "So where are you guys coming from?" she asked. "Kanden Hill," answered Curtis, "There.... used to be more of us....." Tricia gulped. "Curtis, what makes you think Fort Pastor is going to be any different?" asked Madison. Just then, Tyler spoke up "It's probably just as screwed up as everywhere else." Curtis turned to face him. "We have to hope kid." Tyler didn't answer, he just turned his cool gaze to the rearview mirror, where Tricia was looking at him. Tricia blushed and looked back to the road. What's wrong with me? "Guys look!" Madison pointed out the front window. Fort Pastor was coming into view.
Tricia skidded the car to a stop right in front of the base. The three filed out of the car and walked up to the front gates. Curtis rattled the bars. "Damn, it's locked."
Tyler tried to see through the bars to the other side. The military base was dark and silent. "Doesn't look like anybody's there." he noted.
Tricia narrowed her eyes. "Don't say that." Curtis rattled the bars a couple of more times and then started calling out. "Hello, anybody there!" The only response that
came back to him was his own echo. Tyler just sighed and leaned back against the gates. Madison sank down to her knees, mumbling "There has to be someone there... there has to be."
Tricia looked over to her. A part of her wanted to breakdown also, but she was trying to stay strong. An agonized moan cut through the air. It came from the nearby
forest. "Damn," said Curtis, "Their coming." As if on cue, zombies, dozens of them, began to lurch out from the woods. They came from behind the trees, behind the bushes,
blood dripping off their extended hands, the flesh peeling off their faces. The four survivors were trapped. There was only the gates behind them and the forest around them.
"Well this is it," Said Tyler, sliding a fresh clip into his beretta, "Go down fighting." Tyler handed Tricia a revolver, and Tricia took it, hesitant at first.
The zombies closed in. A loud beep rang out. The gates slid open fast, causing a startled Tricia to jump slightly. A figure appeared from the opened gates and slowly became visible in the darkness. A woman appeared, wearing army fatigues and holding M16's. "Hurry up!" said the female soldier. "Get in!" the female soldier started opening fire on the horde. More and more were appearing from the woods. Tricia practically dived through the open gates and Tyler and Curtis had to grab Madison by the arms and haul her up before she moved and finally all of them were inside. The gates closed, locking out the cries of the zombies.
Tricia drove with Curtis sitting in the passenger seat, while Madison sat in the back with Tyler. Tyler had been silent the whole time, staring out the window, and Tricia had caught quick glances of him in the rearview mirror, wondering what was his deal was. "So where are you guys coming from?" she asked. "Kanden Hill," answered Curtis, "There.... used to be more of us....." Tricia gulped. "Curtis, what makes you think Fort Pastor is going to be any different?" asked Madison. Just then, Tyler spoke up "It's probably just as screwed up as everywhere else." Curtis turned to face him. "We have to hope kid." Tyler didn't answer, he just turned his cool gaze to the rearview mirror, where Tricia was looking at him. Tricia blushed and looked back to the road. What's wrong with me? "Guys look!" Madison pointed out the front window. Fort Pastor was coming into view.
Tricia skidded the car to a stop right in front of the base. The three filed out of the car and walked up to the front gates. Curtis rattled the bars. "Damn, it's locked."
Tyler tried to see through the bars to the other side. The military base was dark and silent. "Doesn't look like anybody's there." he noted.
Tricia narrowed her eyes. "Don't say that." Curtis rattled the bars a couple of more times and then started calling out. "Hello, anybody there!" The only response that
came back to him was his own echo. Tyler just sighed and leaned back against the gates. Madison sank down to her knees, mumbling "There has to be someone there... there has to be."
Tricia looked over to her. A part of her wanted to breakdown also, but she was trying to stay strong. An agonized moan cut through the air. It came from the nearby
forest. "Damn," said Curtis, "Their coming." As if on cue, zombies, dozens of them, began to lurch out from the woods. They came from behind the trees, behind the bushes,
blood dripping off their extended hands, the flesh peeling off their faces. The four survivors were trapped. There was only the gates behind them and the forest around them.
"Well this is it," Said Tyler, sliding a fresh clip into his beretta, "Go down fighting." Tyler handed Tricia a revolver, and Tricia took it, hesitant at first.
The zombies closed in. A loud beep rang out. The gates slid open fast, causing a startled Tricia to jump slightly. A figure appeared from the opened gates and slowly became visible in the darkness. A woman appeared, wearing army fatigues and holding M16's. "Hurry up!" said the female soldier. "Get in!" the female soldier started opening fire on the horde. More and more were appearing from the woods. Tricia practically dived through the open gates and Tyler and Curtis had to grab Madison by the arms and haul her up before she moved and finally all of them were inside. The gates closed, locking out the cries of the zombies.