Chapter 3

"Where exactly is your unit?"

"It's on the top floor, far end of the corridor."

"We have to climb all these steps? Crap I'm not built for this."

"We'll get there, don't worry." –Renson replied as he and Ron went up the stairs.

Ron was never in shape to begin with. He would always stay at home to play video games and watch movies. But ever since the virus came, Ron developed some muscles. Why? Well it's because of all the constant running he did when the zombies came after him.

"Wait time-out. Have to take a breather." –Ron said as he sat on a step. Renson was just right behind him. All of a sudden, both of them began on hearing footsteps. Renson peeked below, he saw a zombie standing on the ground floor.

"There's a zombie, have to keep quiet… SHIT!" –Renson said as he accidentally stepped and kicked on a piece of wood. (probably from a wooden chair) The piece of wood fell hit the metal bars of the stairs. The clangs produced by the falling piece of wood were enough for the zombie to react and look up. Renson saw the zombie look at him.

"Let's go! It knows we're here!" –Renson dragged Ron's arm towards the door.

The zombie screeched which attracted other surrounding zombies. It immediately dragged its decaying body up the stairs while the rest were coming to the site.

"Close the door! Hurry!" –Renson said as he and Ron ran inside of his unit.

Renson's unit wasn't that big. It was fit for two-three persons. Two small beds, a dining area and a restroom were all that can be found in his unit. The cabinets were empty, signalling that Renson was out of supplies. Only three cans of sardines were left in Renson's possession. He quickly placed it in his backpack along with a couple of shirts.

"Well, you don't need to bring too much clothing in the dorm. A lot of students left their stuff there." –Ron suggested

Renson agreed, he only brought what he thinks are essential like his flashlight, lighter, radio and couple of painkillers.

"You have a radio? Turn it on quick. We need to know if the government is sending out rescues."

Renson turned on the radio, luckily the batteries weren't exhausted yet.

"This is an emergency broadcast… Do not… alarmed….please stay away from… go to the nearest evac….."

"Fuck the signal's weak. We have to get back to the dorm, find the others and get to the evacuation site." –Ron

After a few minutes, Ron and Renson went out of the unit. Renson peeked at the door connecting to the stairs; a lot of zombies were already mobbing the middle floors. A zombie saw Renson and began chasing after him, the other zombies followed.

"Can't go that way! We'll use the emergency exit!" –Renson said as he and Ron ran at the back of the corridor. They slip off the window and hurriedly climbed down the ladder.

"Lead the way, I'll drive" –Renson said to Ron as they both got in the 4x4 and rode off.

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"You can stop over there, I'll just open the gate" –Jake said as he got out of the car and opened the gate of the compound. Juan and Jake had travelled for half an hour to arrive at a newly furnished compound. Juan got a closer look at Jake as he was opening the gate. He saw a tattoo of a huge snake at Jake's right arm; he was around his 30's, had shaggy hair and was medium built.

Beside Jake's compound was the burnt McDonald's, when Juan asked what happened to the restaurant, Jake replied, "I don't know. I'm lucky that the fire didn't spread to my bar and house".

A huge wall between McDonald's and Jake's compound was probably the reason why the fire didn't reach his property.

As Juan parked the car and got out, Jake quickly closed the gate and checked whether there were any zombies in the vicinity. Jake led Juan inside his house. Jake's house wasn't much; he devoted more time improving his bar upstairs to accommodate more people. Juan sat on the couch and tried to ease up and rest.

"Where's the government in all of this? Aren't they supposed to be helping us?"

"I don't know but I'm willing to bet my ass off that they won't come get us."

"What do we do?"

"Simple, survive. We can't fend for ourselves in this place. We have to find a much more secure place and on top of that, we also need guns and supplies."

"We have to find a police station then, I'm sure the place will have guns."

"There's a station a few blocks from here, but the whole place is probably crawling with those walkers."

"A single sound can attract a huge group of those things. We need to be cautious." -Juan added

"Then my rifle and molotovs won't do us any good."

"Damn it, I shouldn't have given all the steel pipes to Renson."-Juan said to himself

Jake laughed.

Juan and Jake left a few minutes later. Thinking that it's best to leave while there's still sunlight, the two rode off.

Jake thought that it was best to park the car a block away from the station to avoid getting mobbed when coming back. He and Juan passed by abandoned houses, buildings and cars. The walkers that they encountered followed them.

"The station is left of that intersection. Park the car here."

"A couple of walkers saw us, this is bad."

"No use turning back empty handed, we have to finish this."

Juan and Jake got out of the civic. They slowly walked towards the intersection. Juan held a lighter and Molotov in hand just in case any zombies approached them. Jake peeked at the corner of the building where they hid. He saw police cars barricading the road in front of the station. Walkers were present, some of which are policemen.

"Poor bastards, even with guns they couldn't fend off those things. C'mon, we'll have to run."

"What? Are you crazy? We can't kill them all!"

"Who says we have to kill them? We just have to get past them, get inside the station, lock the gate and get whatever's left in there. Don't be a puss"

"Alright alright"

Jake threw a lit Molotov on the opposite direction. When the zombies walked towards the fire, Jake and Juan ran. Juan quickly closed the metal gate. Before Juan could turn around, he heard the sound of Jake's gun fire at the walkers inside the station. One by one, the walkers fell. Jake hit his marks but unfortunately, "click…"

"Ran out of ammo"

There was still one more zombie that was coming for Jake. Jake used his rifle as a bat and hit the zombie's head. When the zombie fell to the ground, Jake continuously bashed it on the head with his rifle butt.

"Fucking badass"-Juan was overwhelmed.

All of a sudden, a roar of the engine was heard. It came closer and closer to the station. Jake stood up and he and Juan looked at the gate. A huge figure came, it was fast. It ran over the zombies that mobbed the fire and one of the police cars that barricaded the road. A head and a waiving hand stood out of the window.

"Ron! How'd you know we were here?" –Juan shouted

"We didn't! Thank God you're alive! Can you let us in?"

As Juan was about to open the gate, Jake pointed his rifle at him.

"I lied…had another round"

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