AN: Time to continue. As if being crushed by some walls and a tank wasn't bad enough, now Zeck can't find anybody nearby.

Chapter 3: Move out!

Waves of intense pain hit me while I tried to get out of that pile of debris, but it was nothing compared to the fact I could survive that. I still couldn't believe it. There was even a tank (or whatever was left of such) over all of it.

Anyway, after about twenty minutes of struggling to pull out my legs, I finally got free. Hopefully, the pain I was feeling wasn't a sign of something broken. I had to go the way down limping, and the jump didn't do any good to me. There was the outgoing road, leading to who knows where, but... where's everybody? OK, I guess Carl is no more, but what happened with the biker?

[A pair of weeks later]

A group of four people were standing on a pile of destroyed cars in middle of an intersection, fighting an immense horde that came attracted by the sound of a car alarm that was still on and blaring loudly. One of them was the biker, with his autoshotgun as usual. With him there was an old man wearing a uniform that seemed to come from the Vietnam war, considering his appearance and state, using an assault rifle. There was also a younger black man wearing usual office clothes, formal shirt and tie included; he was bald and handled an UZI to defend himself and his mates. Finally, there was a young brunette girl, wearing jeans and a red jacket, firing two pistols as well as she could.

Whenever they looked, there was only one thing at sight: zombies.

- Whoooo! Yeah! - shouted the biker, after blasting three zombies in one shot.

- Come on, Francis. We're being almost overwhelmed by these creeps and you seem so pleased that I feel sick. - the officeman commented.

- Whatever Louis, this is way better than most of the stuff I did before. It's definitely more exciting.

- You must be kidding. - panted the young girl.

- Don't waste your time, Zoey. - muttered the old man - Hey Francis, it will definitely be exciting to see how these damned creatures slowly rip your body apart.

- Lady, please shut up. Let me have my fun. - Said Francis - And go to hell, Bill.

- Man, THIS is hell. - grumbled Louis.

- Then, stay out of my little piece of hell! - yelled Francis, as he continued firing his weapon.

[Back into the present]

Well, I guess he left. It isn't like I wouldn't have done the same thing, I mean, what time was it? My watch was destroyed, it sacrificed itself to save my left wrist from suffering some contusions. Plus, it seemed to be late in the afternoon. I think I was out for some hours then.

With nothing else to do, I started walking through the deserted road. Good thing my backpack was still in regular shape and most of the stuff inside was not broken. The not-so-good thing was, the only weapons I had left were a couple of Glock pistols. I pulled one out to keep on hand, just in case. The pain started to fade.

For the next day I felt better. I found myself in another city, although this one was way bigger. There were many stores and the center of it looked like a massive shopping center. The only thing it seemed to lack of were safe rooms, I could barely find two during my scouting across the place. Maybe there were some others inside the buildings, but I didn't want to explore inside. Other thing that seemed strange was that the place was a bit too quiet. There was nobody anywhere. Not even infected, but that was impossible. I mean, there should be at least some commons, but I didn't spot a single one the whole day. What the hell had happened here?

I didn't thought they could find me.

The sun was starting to set, and I was getting back to the nearest safe room I could find, when I noticed something. There was more garbage lying on the ground than I remembered, and it seemed to be recent, like very recent; and then, a smell of something burning. Hopefully there were people nearby, but with people nearby there is also one more thing that comes without fail: zombies.

Or maybe they were here already.

Anyway, I pulled out my pistol and checked around. It was dark inside the building the smell was coming from, but then I found the source of it. In an open area inside it there was a small bonfire, with nobody around. That was strange, and suspicious.

Maybe they were aware of my presence, and waiting.

A gun aiming right behind me answered.

- Hold still, wanker.

I tried to see who it was without turning my head, but I couldn't. Then, to break the tension, I simply turned around.

- What is it?

There was a thin but sort of tall man behind me, wearing a red and brown jacket, gray jeans, small lens and what seemed to be a cowboy hat. He was aiming at my head with a hunting sniper rifle.

- You're 'clean', right? - He asked.

- Yeah... yeah, I guess. - I said in response.

- How would I be sure you're not infected? - He asked in a suspicious tone.

- Do I look like I've been bitten or something? Don't worry, I'm fine. - I assured.

- Hmm... alright then, mate. - He put down his weapon.

Oh well, this could have easily been way worse.

AN: Thanks for reading and excuse the delay!