Chapter 3
Staff Sargeant William Morris looked at the sights below. CreekView was in ruins. The small town was devastated by this infection. The infected either ran around the town or rotted in the gutters. "Should I take us in" Brad the pilot asked. "No, theres nothing left" Morris said shaking his head. "Freeman shut that door" Morris said pointing to the door at the side of the helicopter. Freeman slid over to the door and was about to close it when he was dragged out of the helicopter. "Jesus Christ!" Morris shouted as Freeman plummeted to his death. "Go, go go!" Morris shouted as he closed the door. A piece of concrete smashed against the helicopter completly annihilating it's tail. The helicopter crashed leaving them stranded.
Slick watched as the helicopter hit the ground exploding into a fireball that engulfed half the block. This fried the infected in his way as he jumped on his bike and high-tailed it out of the town. He had seen another one of those blue blurs rip another person apart. A steroid infected similar to the one he saw in the bar took the helicopter down. One with a long tongue pulled the soldier out. He sped out of the doomed town.
Laura Stevens moved slowly through the hallway trying to find the source of the screaming she heard. She prayed to every god imaginable that the noise came from people and that those people were still alive. She heard talking a little further down the hall which made her heart soar. "Hello! Hello! Can you hear me!?" She shouted into the darkness. "Yes we can hear you, are you injured?" The voice responded. "No but my son is he needs medical attention ASAP." She said. "I have some homemade bandages" she heard a different voice say. "Miller go with Mr. Hickey and the women, Bronson and I will clear the area" she heard the original voice say. Two men, one with a flashlight, the other with a lighter appeared from the dark.
Terry followed the women down the hall, the soldier was right behind him gun drawn. Terry saw two other people, one leaning against a wall, the other laying on the ground shivering. Terry walked over a knelt by him. "Now kid I'm not a doctor, I can't promise these will work but it's worth a shot" he said wrapping his wounds. Mark rasped out thank you. "We need somewhere for him to rest" Laura said. "We're clearing out the basement, we're going to take all the food Mr. Hickey stockpiled and we're going to contact rescue" the soldier said confidently.
The two C.A.A.R.T agents entered the basement with guns drawn. There were a few infected scattered throughout the spacious, creepy basement but they were dispatched quickly. Corporal Robinson pulled out his radio and told Miller that the basement was clear and that he is to transport the rations to the basement. Robinson walked over to the wall and sat down sighing heavily. "Bronson the world's gone to shit" he said lighting up a cigarette. "I joined the army to avoid jail time for a burglary charge." "I went through basic training and ended up excelling at everything." "I went from a felon to a field agent." Bronson nodded and sat by the stairs. "A year later this virus breaks out and it everything falls." "About this time last year I'd be appealing my charge." "Well the jury's out" Bronson said, "and I guess you beat the system."
The rag tag group of survivors made thier way down to the basement, bandages in the briefcase and food carried by Private Miller and Mrs. Stevens. "Alright, still no word from the sarge" Robinson said. "So until we get further orders I'm in charge." "Miller, Mr. Hickey, Private Bronson barracade the door." "I'm going to keep on the radio."
"It's startin to storm" Slick said to himself as the grey clouds started to swirl above him as rain fell. "That motel will keep me dry and hopefully alive." He pulled into the parking lot beside a blue minivan. He pulled out his old revolver and walked into the motel. The place was eerily silent. He stumbled down the hallway groping the walls to find his way. "Ouch, damnit!" He shouted as he stubbed his toe on something. He looked down and saw crimson. He screamed at the sight of the dismembered man. He took the gun and flashlight of him and continued down the hall. He saw a stairway that went straight down. "Basement's as good a place as any" he mumbled to himself as he walked down seemingly into hell.
Slick reached the door and tried to open it but it seemed to be either locked or jammed. He pounded on the door and shouted "if there's anyone in there let me in!" He shoulder charged at the door. He felt the door begin to weaken. He ran full speed at the door and fell down the stairs on the other side. He sat up with a gun aimed in his face. "Who are you?" The man asked. "I'm tired, wet, sore and not infected so you can breathe easy." Slick said. "Well know you're gonna help rebuild that barracade" he said. Slick glared at the man but decided he'd rather live than keep some pride. He got up and help gather things to block the door. It was gonna be a long zombie apocalypse if he had to spend it with private McAsshole and the stupor troopers.