Episode one.
Group: 4.
POV: Derrick Sawler.
Location: Wood Islands PEI.
Days after infection: 7.
Were one of the safest people in the world right now. Only a week into it and we got
ourselves a whole quarantined province! It was fairly easy, blow the bridge, stop
running the ferry, and no one in here was infected. Me and my group run security at the
PEI end of the docks. Every three days a boat goes there and back, picking up waiting
survivors. They've only found one waiting person who was bit, bullet through the head,
and we continued as if nothing happened. For guards we get what the military doesn't
want, Collin and Olivia each have a shitty sniper, Sarto a shotgun, me and Casey each a
pistol, everyone else crossbows or bows, and we each have a knife. But we took advantage
of the safety, got lazy on checking people, one person slipped past security, then that
was it, the island was overrun in a minimum of two days. Now we have one objective, get
to the boat leaving in a 5 days in Savage Harbor. We make it, we have a another chance of
survival, we don't, were stuck on this overrun island.
"You have to wait!" I begged. "Sorry kid, the amount of zombies on that bridge its
doubtful your family is alive." A military man wait tanned skin and buzz-cutted brown hair
said to me. "Its my fucking family, you can't do this!" My hand reached for the remote.
"Derrick." "Blow the bridge Hanson." A heard the man's walkie talkie. "No! He right
there!" I screamed and pointed to my brother who sprints, our dying mother in his arms.
"Patrick!" My legs carried me closer to him, zombies on his tail. Then there was a huge
explosion. The bridge collapsed, my brother still on it. "Derrick." "Patrick!" I cried as
I watch him fall along with the bridge. My knees became weak and I fell, crying.
"Derrick!" Collin shoves me out of my bed. "Ships coming in, get ready." He hands me my
pistol and uniform. I go about my morning routine, shower, get my dumb uniform on, eat,
load up, go to the docks. My eyes spot the ship, going quite fast towards our port. "Why
are they going so fast?" Colton asks. My stomach turns assuming the worst. Casey takes
out his walkie talkie, "SS Confederation this is Wood islands port security please slow
down." The boat continues on its path towards us. "Slow down now or we will be forced to
assume the worst and shoot you Captain." Still no response. " "Colin you got the shot?" I
ask him. "Fuck." Is all he responds scoping in. "Zombies, they're all fucking infected!"
He yells shooting one. "What the fuck?!" I yell. The boat speeds towards the port. "Fall
back!" My mouth releases the command just as the boat smacks into the dock. "This is Wood
islands port security, we got a breach, I repeat we've got a breach!" Casey yells into
his mic. "How many Briand?" The military captain asks. "Boat full." Casey says as we make
our way to the cars. Collin darts out of the building he and Olivia were on top of to be
greeted by four zombies. "Help!" He gets taken down, getting bit and torn apart, Olivia
looks at Collin and realizes she can't do anything, she runs. I stop and quickly turn.
"Derrick he's gone." Casey grabs my arm, I pull away and lift my gun and fire, the bullet
goes clean through Collin's skull. "I know." My voice is a bit harsh but me and Casey
both ignore it and continue to flee. The car starts up, Jacob is driving, Sarto sits in
the passengers seat shooting zombies who get to close for comfort. The back of the
Military Transport vehicle opens. Colton shoots a zombie who was closing the gap between
us and them. Olivia dives in, Casey right behind. I throw my pistol and bag in and
sprint. One grabs my arm and goes for a bit, Colton shoots it dead, I jump in the truck
and we zoom away. "Who ever is listening we have an emergency." The captain's voice is on
the radio. "Wood islands area has been compromised. We have to flee the island. Every day
evac boats will leave where the old bridge used to be until Sunday. I hope to see you
there." The captain goes off the air. "Five days." Breanna says holding her crossbow, I
realize Becca and Emily both lost their bows. "Well hate to say this but we won't make it
all the way there with the gas we have." Jacob says. "Then we go till the gas runs out,
then we stick close and don't break apart. We will make it to the evac, I promise." Casey
tells us. We know he cent promise that, but what he is really promising is that he will
try his hardest to make it, even if he dies. We all will.
"Patrick." I'm was on my knees. "Sorry kid, orders an order." Hanson left me to cry. "Kid
get off your ass, we gotta secure this place." A different military man told me. "What did
you say to me?" I looked at him, my eyes red from the tears. "We have fucking work, get
up." I managed to get to my feet and I swing a punch and it connects with this man's jaw.
"Big mistake kid." He told me kneeing me in the stomach. My fist hit his his face
again, and again, until he was on the ground. I got on top of him and continue to hit the
man. Until blood pours from his nose. He hits me and throws me off him. "Assault of a
police officer, a extreme offence. He has his gun pointed at me. Prison is the
punishment, but I choose death." He cocked the silver pistol with the name 'Jason'
engraved into it. "Woah dude, put the gun away." I walked towards him, I could tell he couldn't shoot, he grit
his teeth. My hand griped the pistol and I pushed it to the side, he fires but it misses. My
fist hits his jaw. My hands fit perfectly around the gun, I back up, he was on his knees, defenseless I
had the gun pointed at his head. "You won't do it you fucking pussy." This man Jason told
me. I proved him wrong. I pulled the trigger and a bullet flew into his chest. He looked at
the entry wound and fell backwards. "Shit." I say and run to him, my hand tried
desperately to find a pulse, there was none. The I put the pistol in my pocket and picked this
dead man up. With a huge push I threw him into the ocean below. "Derrick." Casey taps my
shoulder and I wake up. "Were out of gas, we have a map though, were gonna walk." I nod
and he goes out of the truck, along with everyone else. I toss my pack over my shoulder
and grip my pistol. Slowly I run my hand over the engraving on this gun, "Jason."