AN: First than all, sorry for the notorious delay. I've noticed the main idea I had for this fanfic was already part of others around here, so I had to think in other alternatives to give it an own identity.
Also, some of the known survivors might appear in this misadventure, like one of them in this chapter. Now, let's begin.
Chapter 1: Lost and Damned
- There's a bloody spitter around here! - I shouted, holding an SMG and trying to find such spitter. We didn't need to face yet another ambush.
- Can you guys slow down a bit? My ankle still hurts. - yelled Carl.
- You should be more careful about where you step on, dude. - replied a tall white man that looked like a biker, with barely visible shaved hair, a black jacket and both of his arms tattooed. He had an auto-shotgun. - You're slowing us down.
- Why so serious, Francis? I thought you said you had everything under control. - I asked. This biker was a bit annoying sometimes, but he was fine as mate most of times. He was just as lost as any other survivor in the end, I guess.
- That was before your little friend had the brilliant idea of fleeing from a hunter by jumping off a second floor. - said the biker.
- At least I could kill the hunter before it reached him.
- Seriously, guys. The last gang I was in didn't last more than a few days. - complained Francis - Try to keep alive for at least a week, boys.
- Alright, you don't need to ask us that twice though. - I replied, then spotted some light in the end of the street, like two blocks away from us. It could be a lamp. - Safe zone ahead! Hurry up, Carl.
- I'm right behind you, fellas. - replied my friend from those old times.
One week had passed after that first encounter. Back then, I got to group up with Carl, a biker called Francis and another guy named Jin, although at the moment there was only the three of us left. Luckily for us, we found some weapons and plenty of ammo between abandoned houses in a nearby town, shortly after our first big escape.
We heard someone coughing loudly over the buildings.
- Oh crap, that's a smoker. - alerted the biker.
I nodded in response.
- Somebody please tell me what happened with our martial-arts man again.
- He was ambushed by a charger while trying to save your ass, and then he was smashed to death. - replied Carl.
- Oh, right. I hate dead ends. - he concluded.
- So this makes like 4 things you hate already. - I commented.
- Yeah, but at least I don't hate killing all those vampires, so I'm somehow OK with the infection thing.
- Zombies, mate. Thery're zombies. - I said - Vampires want your blood, but these things just want you dead, infected and brainless.
The smoker yelled to signal an incoming attack. We all prepared our weapons and tried to catch sight of the special infected. Several commons appeared behind of us, as if they were alerted by it.
- Great. INCOMING! - I opened fire.
- Eat lead you freaks! - shouted Francis, taking most of zombies down as soon as they got close enough.
I tried to keep alert of the smoker and the previously heard spitter, but as the wave of zombies increased, it became impossible to keep focused on anything else but killing them. So, taking turns, Francis and I got rid of as many zombies as we could, one of use shooting while the other used the time to reload. Carl assisted us with his pistol, until the smoker made its move and grabbed him.
- What the frea-! HELP!
- Carl! - I shouted, then turned back to the biker - Francis, try to keep them busy. I gotta catch Carl.
- It'll be my pleasure, kid.
I couldn't give more than two steps before finding myself blocked by a pool of acid goo. The spitter and the smoker came together, it seems.
- Holy crapola. Why now?
- ZEEECK! - yelled my dark-haired friend.
- Ok, good thing my running shoes are in good shape.
I couldn't think of any other way to reach Carl than just skipping over the goo as fast as possible. I just hoped to not lose my feet in the process.
It seems like Carl was in luck today. I could pass through a spitter goo and keep going to reach him and shoot the tongue before it lifted him too high, plus, he managed to land on his good leg. A couple more shots and the smoker fell to the ground, next to us, leaving a big smoke cloud were it was.
- Man, this kind of infected has the worst smell of them all. Thank you. - said Carl.
- You're welcome. Now, let's give Francis a hand or two.
- No need to do that, boys. - Francis appeared suddenly - I managed to kill all those vampires by myself, using this reliable and always useful shotgun. Which I don't hate, by the way.
- Ah, finally some good news. Remind me to grab one for myself in case we find it.
- Okey. - he accepted.
- And the safe room is right there. - added Carl.
- Phew! Good thing I'm indestructible.
- Alright, people. Let's get in there before more zombies spot us. The ammo we count on is limited, and we better make it last. - I said.
Nobody said anything until the door of the safe room was locked and blocked.
- Hey Carl, how's your ankle feeling? - I asked.
- Kinda better. It should be fine for tomorrow.
- That's good, because we gotta move out of this city. - stated the biker.
- Where to?
- The south. Hopefully, the infection hasn't reached there yet.
- I doubt it, but meh. There's a chance. - I concluded - Now, rest well. - lights went off.
- G'night.
- 'Night pals.
That was basically everything. Humankind as we knew it was possibly lost, but I didn't care that much about it. Anyway, there was a tiny chance that we could get out from here alive... right?
Ok, that's another false hope. I'm just used to them.
EN: Once again, thanks to "I've no clue what I am doing" for his help!