AN: Ok, ok, one week is enough rest for me I guess. Let's continue with this trip to hell.

Chapter 2: Harsh Exodus

We left the safe house the next morning. Francis looked pretty mature and decided this time, something unusual in him, as far as I've got to know him these days. Well, not this time, and his sudden self-confidence quickly spread to both me and Carl.

Hordes of infected attacked us at sight, and we wiped them off on our way. We all felt indestructible.

That was until we were close to exiting the city.

- Crap. Road closed. - or more likely blocked with enormous debris of what seemed to have been once large buildings - what now, Francis?

- Godammit! We'll have to turn back and find another exit.

- Hey guys, look up there. - said Carl

- I swear, if you say that thing of 'my finger' once again... - replied Francis

- No, it's not my finger, it is a-...

- Helicopter! - I finished his sentence.

A black helicopter wielding a big light was flying over what was left of the city, probably looking for survivors or something. We all shouted and waved arms trying to get the attention of the pilot. He didn't seem to notice our efforts.

- Great, the pilot didn't give a damned fuck about us. - I concluded.

- I hate helicopters. - grumbled Francis.

- You know what? Now I hate them too. - said Carl.

We went backwards a couple of blocks, looking for another exit. A half destroyed building seemed to be the best route, although we would have to jump from a second floor to get out to the non-blocked side of the road.

The three of us got inside it. We went by several offices, shooting down any infected we found. Fortunately, all of them were commons... except one, that big one.

We were close to the destroyed room that would serve us as an exit when we heard heavy steps. The ground started to tremble beneath us.

- Now what the hell is going on? - asked Francis.

- It seems like something big is coming for your ass. - I replied.

We all aimed our weapons to a small door behind us, waiting for the thing to appear. How big could it be?

The thing appeared to answer my question, unfortunately. The door and part of the nearby walls were completely destroyed by a 2 and half meters high pink colossus with oversized muscles, which emitted an ear-ripping roar. A bloody Tank, as later I would know it was called. We were all shocked.

- A-any suggestions now, guys? - asked Carl.

- RUN BITCH! RUN! - I shouted as I turned around to flee, the other two coming right after.

We rushed to the destroyed room, as we had to leave as soon as possible, but that thing didn't even need time to catch us. Francis was its first victim, being tossed off the building towards the road with a punch.

- Well, at least that solves the part of jumping for him. - I said.

- That's great, but how about us!? - replied a scared Carl, while the tank turned to us slowly.

I spotted a couple of canisters behind the thing.

- Hmm... Ok, I got an idea.

- Oh, no. No another one of your crazy ideas. - replied Carl - We are freaking dead now.

- Then go try your luck with that... thing, and kill yourself!

No matter how awkward this might sound, he did it. He actually did it. One shot with my own pistol was enough to hit the canisters, by the way.

- Meh. - if I was going to die, I wanted to at least enjoy it. You know, "going out with a bang", they say. - KABOOM!

The next thing I knew, there was a big explosion and more debris falling everywhere. Something must have hit me because I don't remember much more.

BOOM!

- WHOA! What the actual fuck?

What was left of the building was reduced to rubble in front of the biker, who was barely able to stand after being tossed by the Tank from a second floor. He looked for his shotgun and picked it up. Then, he proceed to remove some dirt from his clothes.

- Ok, I'm sure at least one of them is alive.

Another explosion came from the debris, launching big portions of concrete near Francis, and a big fireball. Now there was burning rubble instead of just rubble.

- Oh come on! - he shouted - These kids didn't even last more than five days, for fuck's sake. That's it! I gotta get some people of my age.

And so, the biker continued his journey, following a road which would take him to other survivors to face this hell with. But that's another story.

AN: In case anybody out there wonders, no, this is not the end. Zeck is going to face worse things than just being crushed by debris and a tank.

So, yeah, I couldn't come with more stuff for a second chapter, even though I had a whole week of chance. My apologies about that. Hopefully the next chapter I will be able to add more.

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