CARLOS

Warning: This chapter contains adult themes, if you are uncomfortable with this, you can skip this chapter.

Tony was breathing deeply from all the walking and the running he had endured in a very short time. Sweat was running from his head right down his cheek and dripping off his chin. His chest was heaving with each long breath, his heart rate slowly dropping back down to normal. Tony did as the man requested and he sat down on a chair behind him, when he did, he instantly slumped into the chair, still breathing deeply. Once his body had relaxed, he looked over to the man, who put his gun on the floor.

"Saving you used up the last of my bullets" He stated gruffly.

"I'm grateful" Tony replied in one breath.

"I bet you are" The man replied with a snort.

"So, you going to tell me what's going on?" Tony asked.

"Not so fast, I wouldn't mind knowing who you are first." The man said with a waggle of his finger. "What's your name?"

"Tony Walker" Tony replied.

The man nodded in approval. "Age?"

"15" Tony answered. "Why'd you want to know?"

"I'd like to know how a boy like you could be fifteen, and not know what's been happening for four weeks." The man replied.

"So that's how long I was out." Tony murmured.

"What did you say?" The man retorted sharply.

"Listen, I was at a friend's house, leaving in fact and I walked across the road and a car knocked me down." Tony explained. "Then I wake up today and I'm either going crazy or…"

"I'll stop you right there." The man replied sharply. "My name is Carlos."

"What's going on?" Tony asked for the third time.

"It started as what the news described as rioting, but that wasn't right. It was happening in small towns, villages, places that riots never have taken place before." Carlos explained. "Then it wasn't on the news anymore, it was in your house, attacking you."

Tony's eyes narrowed at this.

"It was a virus, you didn't need anyone to tell you that though." Carlos continued. "When the news and radio stopped broadcasting there were reports of the virus in Sydney and New York. Nothing more was heard after that."

"So, who were those men outside?" Tony asked, still confused.

"Infected with the virus. I call it Rage." Carlos replied, taking a seat in front of Tony.

"The infected don't eat, don't sleep and never stop infecting and killing. They can be killed because they are still alive, just consumed with a virus that keeps you in a state of rage and adrenaline." Carlos continued.

"So, what are the government doing?" Tony asked.

"There is no government." Carlos replied.

"Of course there is a government! They probably started this whole mess!" Tony stated in desperation.

"There is no government, no news, no army" Carlos replied. "You're the first uninfected person I've seen in 2 weeks."

"What about your family and friends?" Tony asked.

"Dead" Carlos stated calmly. "Yours will be too."

"No, I have to find them, we were to meet at Sarah's tree house in the woods!" Tony replied even more desperate.

"They'll be dead, and if you go looking for them, you'll wind up dead very quickly." Carlos retorted sharply.

Tony sighed in defeat.

"The best thing you can do is relax here and wait it out." Carlos then asked; "What weapons have you got?"

Tony looked at him strangely but drew out the kitchen knife he found. "Just this knife."

"You call that a knife?" Carlos replied with a laugh. He then pulled out a machete. "This is a knife."

Carlos expertly took Tony's knife out of his hand and threw it across the room, where another machete lay. Carlos then tucked his machete back into its sheath that he made for it.

"Now, if you do go anywhere, there are rules." Carlos explained. "Rule number one, you never travel alone unless you have no other choice. And rule number two, you only travel during daylight, unless you have no other choice."

Tony looked at him with a pained understanding of the situation he was now in.

Carlos got up and went to the back of the shop, bringing out a video camera and left it on the counter of the shop and sat back down. He had a sinister smirk on his face that Tony would have recoiled at had Carlos been looking at him. It was strange, Carlos couldn't keep sitting still in this period of silence, Tony couldn't see him too well though, due to the metal shutter blocking out a lot of the light from outside. Tony slowly walked over to the shutter and looked through the small holes in the metal, he looked out at the empty streets, the windows where no one stayed, and the cars that no one would use again. He sighed with a strange depression that had welled up inside him. Tony was one to always bottle up emotions, but looking at this post apocalyptic world, he was finding something he had done for two years now increasingly difficult. Tony heard Carlos moving but didn't bother to look.

After 5 minutes Tony began to feel warm, it was getting warmer in the room, sure, he was dressed in some thick stuff but the temperate was certainly increasing.

"Tony, you must be hot in the Bomber Jacket, why not take it off?" Carlos asked, two more buttons of his shirt undone.

Tony shook his head slowly, feeling a little insecure around this man now but as the heat increased, he took the jacket off and left it on his chair before sitting on the chair and staring at the ceiling. He felt Carlos' eyes boring into him like a pair of drills, when he moved his eyes down he could see Carlos looking at his chest, Tony had a well built body and since his black T-15 T-Shirt was rather tight, his muscles showed well on the shirt.

"Do you mind not staring at me?" Tony said, his eyes staring at the ceiling again.

"It's hot in here, surely that shirt could be taken off." Carlos said softly.

Tony sat up at this, who was this guy? What was his deal?

As Tony thought this, the heat in the room was beginning to take it's toll, he hated to admit it, but he had to take his shirt and black gloves off, so he did so, slowly, watching for any movement from Carlos. On the contrary, Carlos stared at him constantly. His eyes running up and down Tony's now topless body. Tony was getting warmer, not just with the heat but with the slight embarrassment of this guy constantly looking at him, he was beginning to feel rather anxious. His face reddened and sweat began to rolls down his face, Carlos looked concerned and walked up to him, his hand resting on Tony's forehead. "Your forehead is getting too warm, I'll do some checks." He said and brought out a torch.

Carlos sat beside Tony. "Okay Tony, what I want you to do is to keep looking at this light." Carlos requested, the torch in his right hand.

Tony did as he said, scared in case he had a fever, what he didn't notice, was Carlos' left hand snaking silently down to his belt buckle. Due to his concentration on the moving torch he didn't feel his belt being undone and slowly slid off. Tony would not have noticed any of Carlos' ministrations with his jeans if not for the sound of his fly zipper catching his attention. Tony didn't have time to react before he was hit in the head with the torch and his hands had been tied to the back of the chair with rope. Carlos hovering over him with malevolence. Now Tony recognised him, he was Carlos Kalust, he was a known rapist and paedophile. Tony was in trouble now, he fought against the ropes but all it did was hurt his wrists. Carlos kneeled down and slowly untied Tony's shoelaces, careful to avoid the kicks that Tony attempted. Carlos then took Tony's shoes off and stood back up, he now put both hands on Tony's chest, rubbing his way down to Tony's navel before getting to the waistband of his jeans again. Carlos undone the button and pulled down the zipper, he then carefully slipped off Tony's jeans, which Tony helped make difficult by resisted.

"You bastard!" Tony yelled. "You better pray I don't get free!!"

"Oh shut your stupid mouth" Carlos retorted sternly.

Carlos' hand then travelled up Tony's leg, across his thigh and over his boxers. Carlos, with amazing strength, lifted Tony with one hand and pulled off his boxers with the other, he then set Tony down on the chair again. Carlos stared disapprovingly at Tony's flaccid penis. "There is something we will have to change." He said and grabbed onto it, slowly rubbing the foreskin back and forth until Tony gained an erection. "My, my, look who's getting hard."

"I can't help it!" Tony yelled back.

"Yes, that's what they all said" Carlos replied with a sigh.

Due to Carlos lifting Tony, the ropes on Tony's wrists had came loose and with one pull Tony freed himself, he punched Carlos to the floor and ran, lifting up the metal shutter as fast as he could but Carlos grabbed his shoulders and yanked him back, Tony cried out as this happened and lay on the ground, face up, his erection still hard as ever, this pleased Carlos.

Carlos reached for his own belt but didn't have enough time when the glass to his left shattered in a deafening explosion as an infected man leapt through it and onto Carlos, screaming as he did so. Tony took this as his moment to move and grabbed the machete that was next to where is knife lay. He turned back to find Carlos with his own machete stabbing the infected to death with ease. Blood was everywhere and the infected man was dead. Carlos threw his machete to the side carelessly and wished he hadn't when he noticed Tony in front of him with a machete in hand. Carlos' face paled as Tony raised the machete, his face full of fury. Carlos leaned back and raised his arm to defend himself but it did nothing, for Tony forced the machete to slice through with ease, severing Carlos' arm before continuing to butcher him, first in the chest, out, in the chest, out, in the head, out, in the chest and finally back in the head. Tony put his foot on Carlos' dead body to pull the machete out.

Tony had a feeling there would be more infected on the way so he quickly got dressed, wiping the blood of himself and the machete before finding a lighter and some paper which he placed on Carlos' body.

"Looks like you wound up dead." Tony said, flicking open a lighter. "Looks like I'm on my own"

Tony dropped the lighter to the paper, the paper instantly catching fire and igniting Carlos' remains as Tony walked through the shattered window with his machete in hand. The fire soon spread to a gas canister near the radiator and the shop blew up behind Tony. Fire bellowed out of the shop as smoke rose into the sky as a large black mass. Tony was indifferent to it all; he had just one goal on his mind. He was going to find Sarah and Mark and he knew now, where to look. It was amazing, Tony thought, how the collapse of laws and government could really force the evil of man to come out, authors and movie writers had it wrong, Carlos was no different than the infected. Tony knew something else too; it was Carlos, who had knocked him down 4 weeks prior. "Burn in Hell" Tony said viscously and continued walking.

This was shorter than I had hoped, but it was so hard to write, the next one will be a little longer to get up but will be far longer. Well, R/R and remember, flames will be used to cook my waffles.