Chapter two (sorry for the nameless chapters)

Author's notes

Firstly thanks to Dead Composer for my first ever review! (Yes, my first story got none…) and don't worry, I'm going to try and stick as close to the spirit of the simpsons as I can… Second, I know I said I would introduce Lisa eventually, but I decided to bring her forward to this chapter instead of chapters three or four. Without further delay… I give you… CHAPTER TWO!

Chapter two

The young, spiky haired lady watched from the roof of Moe's Tavern, as about ten infects scoured the streets below, looking for their dinner, who had, moments before, escaped their grasps and by the looks of it had rather annoyed them as well. "Ha! You bastards won't ever find me now" she said under her breath, for it was her they where looking for. Just then, her Mobile Phone vibrated, indicating that she had received a text message. She whipped her phone out and read:

"Lisa, we're in. If you can keep those infects busy just five minutes longer, then we should have enough time to get all the food and drink we need for about a month, but remember lead them as far out as possible, we can't risk another outbreak at the home-base."

Lisa deleted the text, then started to text the sender back…

"Okay Janey, can do"

"Right then" she said out loud, before jumping over the side of the building, and landing pretty much right next to the group of infects that where looking for her. She rolled to her feet and started jumping up and down screaming at the top of her lungs "HERE I AM YOU DULL WITTED IDIOTS! COME AND GET ME THEN!" They all turned around and looked at her, with their white eyes still managing to show anger as they lurched at her. Lisa began to run away from them, knowing that somehow they would still be able to keep up with her perfectly. That was the one thing that confused everybody the most, while they where slow moving, they always seemed to be able to keep up with anything slower that a car. She turned a corner, hoping not to run into anymore infects on the way to wherever she would lead the ones following her, because that could be bad, especially if they where straight in front of her.

As she turned another corner, her worst fear had become a reality. About thirty-five of them where huddled around a mass of what appeared to be freshly killed victims. She couldn't have stopped in time if she wanted, but as she plowed into the first infect, she noticed that the street was wider than it had looked, and there was probably enough room for her to just keep running through. So she did, and watched without stopping as many of them tried to grab at her, or take a bite out of her arms and legs. She ran through them all for what seemed like hours, fearing that she would get bitten. It was probable of course, but what choice did she have. Ten feet – she could see infected-less ground, five feet – almost there, two feet – and her very worst nightmare was laid out on a metaphoric table in front of her as she felt sharp teeth dig into her hand…

She stopped for just a second to turn around and punch the infect that was attached to her two fingers off her, then she dived as far forward as she could, straight out of the crowd around her, rolled back to her feet, and kept running. She knew they would all be following her, so she had little choice but to pump her legs harder and faster than she ever had before. After another ten minutes of running, she could feel herself getting tired and decided she had to get above the ground again for a rest. She slowed her pace a fraction and began looking for anything she could grab a-hold of and pull herself onto another roof. After a few moments, she spotted a set of wall mounted ladders that she quickly scrambled up. As soon as she had planted herself against a higher wall the pain in her had became a lot more apparent than it had been before… fuck, she thought to herself, miserably, moments before passing out.

She didn't know how long she was out, but when she awoke, it was late evening, so her guess was about seventeen hours, and she noticed the pain in her hand was gone. But when she looked down at it, she didn't feel any better in the knowledge that it wasn't hurting anymore. Her bitten fingers had turned a very sickly shade of green. "This isn't good" she said, incredibly worriedly. She had to remove those fingers, and quickly. She looked around for anything sharp enough to remove flesh and bone from her body but saw nothing. Dammit! She thought to herself. "Okay then, I'll have to go look for something in a shop or on the ground." She got up and walked to the edge of the roof-top, and looked at the shop directly opposite her. "At last, something's gone right for me!" she said happily as she looked into the broken window of Herman's Military Antiques shop. "There's bound to be a bayonet or a knife of some sort in there that I could use." She climbed down the ladder, looking for infects. When she saw that there where none, she proceeded across the road and through the window. About a minute after entering the building she found what she was looking for. On the floor in front of her, lay a machete with little bits of rust on the handle, but none on the blade. She was also fortunate enough to find some bandages to stop the blood loss being too serious and to help avoid further infection.

She ran one of her good fingers down the edge of the blade. Not the sharpest knife ever, but it'll do she thought to herself as she placed her infected fingers on the table. She bit down hard to stop herself screaming, looked at the fingers, raised the knife high in the air, and brought it down as hard as she could.

She was expecting to feel immense pain as it cut through her, separating he infected fingers from the rest of her body, but instead she felt nothing at all. She sighed in relief, but soon got worried again as she seen the amount of blood flowing out of her painless wound. She quickly wrapped a piece of the bandage she had found tightly around her hand to stop the blood-flow as best she could. When it seemed to be stopping a bit, she proceeded to wrap some more bandage around her open wound, until it was completely covered.

She looked at the bandaged wound, while it stained itself red with the rest of her blood. When it eventually stopped, she reached for her mobile to tell Janey and the rest where she was, but upon putting her hand in her pocket to retrieve it, she realized it wasn't there. "Dammit, I must've dropped it somewhere." She decided that it was too risky to go after now, but without it; it would be a hell of a walk to the base, which was right on the other side of town, a days walk at least. Crap she thought to herself, I'll need to find somewhere to stop for a rest on the way. She sighed, "well, there's nothing to say that Janey and the rest could pick me up, without my mobile I don't even know if they made it back…" she trailed off, wondering what she would do if she was the only one left. "I can't think like that now… I've got to get back to base."

She climbed out of the broken shop window and headed off into the dying light, not knowing where she would sleep.

After walking for several hours she was beginning to get tired and her hand was starting to sting, so she was rather grateful when she came to a row of houses that where still standing with no holes in the walls or broken windows, although they did look quite old and rickety, even though they where made of once very tough stone. At the top of the street, she rubbed incredibly thick layers of dust off the street-name sign and stared at the sign in disbelief. "EVERGREEN TERRACE" was written on the sign in front of her. "I don't believe it," she said in shock "I thought his place was destroyed…"

She looked down the street, and saw it. The house she grew up in… 742. She ran across to it as fast as her tired legs would allow her. After seeing no real damage, she tested the door… Unlocked! YES she thought ecstatically to herself.

She flew the door open, and was met with a silver barrel, a loud noise, and a burning pain in her gut… she looked for a split second into those be-spectacled eyes, at that short, blue hair, and at the face of someone she thought she might never have seen again before her vision faded to nothingness and she collapsed into a crumpled heap on the floor of the house she grew up in…

Chapter three will be here within a week.