Chapter 4
After an hour or so of lifting and placing a suitable barracade was constructed. "I guess introductions are in order" Miller said. "My name's Fred Miller private first class U.S army, over there's Greg Bronson also private first class and our superior officer over there is Even Robinson." "My name's Laura and these are my sons David and Mark" Laura said waving. "I'm Terry and I don't really have an interesting story" he said laughing a little. "Call me Slick" the grizzled biker said.
2 hours later...
"Come in gamma team leader, we have found survivors and are waiting for extraction, over" Miller spoke into the radio. "Look kid you've been shoutin into that damn thing for an hour and a half, they aint comin" Slick said irritated. "Where were they stationed anyways?" "They went on a search and rescue mission to CreekView." Miller answered. "They fly in a big black helicopter?" Slick asked. "Yeah why?" "Well kid they're as good as dead." "How?" "Well one got pulled out by some long tongued freak, that roided up infected through a big rock at the helicopter and knocked it out of the sky." "There's still a chance they could be alive but wounded." "Kid even if the fall didn't kill them the blazing inferno afterwards did." "Unless there's another helicopter within range of that radio were stuck here." Slick said before rolling over and falling asleep.
Laura watched her son Mark breathe well he slept. It was shallow but at least it was something. She should be able to sleep easy but with all the things she's been through her mind was racing 100 miles an hour. Marks' hand started to cool. His grip on her hand weakened, but only for a moment. It gripped harder than ever now as he sat up. She couldn't tell if it was the dark playing tricks with her eyes but Marks complexion looked different. "Mark, Mark are you alright?" She asked. Mark let out a terrible shriek.
Slick bolted into an up-right position gun drawn. He grabbed one of the soldiers flashlight and scanned the room. He saw Laura being attacked by an infected. He lifted his revolver, fired once and drilled the bastard right between the eyes. Laura pushed the dead infected off her then screamed. This brought a domino effect as everyone else sat up. "What the hell happened?" Terry shouted. "He... he killed my son!" Laura screamed pointing at Slick. Everyone looked at him, Robinson gripped his gun. "That kid was infected, go look at him." Slick said pointing at the body. Private Bronson walked over to the kid and shone his flashlight at him. "Yeah that boy's definitly infected, or was I guess" he said.
Laura sat in the corner totall dispondent. She was crying and shaking. David tried to console her but she just sat there rocking back and forth. Slick leaned against the wall spinning the chamber of his revolver. Miller sat in the corner playing with his radio. Bronson and Robinson stood next to each other talking quietly. Terry pulled out his pocket-knife and started to carve something into the wall.
One day later...
A day had passed since the incident but it seemed like nothing changed. Laura was lost inside herself, David had long since given up trying to console her began to write with an old pen on a ledger taken from the hotel front desk. Terry stopped carving and paced. The three soldiers continued to use the radio but it looked to be a losing battle. Slick slumped down in the corner resting waiting for whatever may come. He looked over to where Terry had spent most of the night. Carved into the concrete wall were some of Terry's thoughts.
There were 8,
now theres six
they're tryin to get rid of another
but I won't fall for there tricks
them or me
them or me
them or me
No one had payed any attention to what Terry carved. Slick seemed to be the only one that noticed. He watched the man pace back and forth in an almost hypnotic way. If he tried anything there'd be one less person to worry about.
"Is there anyone out there, we are a group of survivors holed in a motel off Rural Route 3." Miller said into the radio. "Hello, hello!" He heard a response. "We are the remaining survivors of Gamma team" Miller said. "We're the other half of Alpha team" the voice responded. "How many of you are there?" "6" Miller responded. "We can take only half of you, our helicopter is full of wounded." "Ok that's fine" Miller said. "We can pick you up in 20 minutes." "Roger that over and out."
"Great news guys rescue is on the way!" Miller said excitedly. "But they have room for only three of us." "So who gets to go?" David asked. Terry was still pacing hand gripped tightly on his wore down pocket knife. "I say we let the kid and his mom go" Slick said gesturing towards David and his mother. "Agreed." Robinson said. The five men looked at each other. 4 would stay behind. Bronson stood up with his back turned to Terry. "I say the three of us stay behind." "Yeah the civilians come first" Miller said. Terry stopped pacing and ran at Bronson letting out an earsplitting shriek. He jabbed his wore down knife into his neck and pumped it in repeatedly. He was shot dead by Robinson. "Oh shit Bronson!" Miller shouted looking at his dead squadmate. "Well biker it looks like it's your lucky day" Robinson said.
David's mother sat unmoving. David knelt down in front of her. He saw crimson flowing from her wrists. "Oh my god mom!" "Someone help!" David shouted shaking his bleeding mother. Slick put his head down. "She'd rather be eaten by her infected son than see him die." He muttered to himself. "Miller you go with them, I'll stay behind" Robinson said. Miller nodded and lifted David off his dead mother trying to console him. Robinson and Slick started dismantling the barracade. He would be rescued, but he thought he'd rather be dead.