Living with survival

by Brandon-Illiam-Lee

Follows the Meyers family through the entire 28 days of infection, see as they must adapt and change there views on how to survive, all amidst the horror of the pandemic. Follow the second part of the story here: /s/11718559/1/Living-with-Survival-Part-two

6. Chapter 6 The 28th Day

Living With Survival

Chapter 6- Day 28

The 28th day later.

Liv made her way silently through London. Every bit of movement she heard she would retreat to a hidden location. She was always careful; she didn't make it this far to be killed by some hidden creature lurking in the shadows. It was early in the morning now; the sun was beginning to rise. The 28th day she thought to herself. 28 days ago she had a family, Jon had a family and there was a future. Now, there was nothing.

She was walking past the towering flats. She wondered if in all those rooms, there was a survivor amongst the countless dead. She peered up the massive buildings. She saw something that she knew was no possible. In one of the windows there was, lights. Blinking lights, like ones you would have on a Christmas tree. She watched as they blinked on and off. As if mocking her with curiosity. She looked away from it, ignoring her questions. Who was up there, who had set up those lights? She was here to find out about Tim, and she was not about to be sidetracked by some fairy lights.

The day was wearing on as she neared the church. She thought she heard something from the next street over, it sounded like someone shouting Hello? She listened again intently. Impossible she thought why the hell anyone would be shouting hello in the middle of London.

The church was now in sight, infected were nowhere to be seen. All of London now seemed completely abandoned, surrendered by the humans that had once inhabited it. She entered quietly into the church. Climbing the stairs with silent grace. One of the walls was covered with graffiti, THE END IS EXTREMELY FUCKING NIGH. The daylight poured through the house of God, she felt lucky that it had not yet not reached sunset. Doing this task in the night would have shredded her nerves.

She finally made it into the main hall, the stench was unbearable. The dead littered the chairs below. So many people lay there. She daren't say a word, fearing the infected rising from the corpses and giving chase. She could not see Tim anywhere.

She analyzed everybody from above the hall. She could see Tim nowhere. She heard the gasping of something coming from behind two huge wooden doors. She did not have to hang around long enough to know it was infected. Whatever it was it could not manage to get through the doors, it gave up with a few harsh bangs. She remembered that's where they had put the priest all those weeks ago.

She left the church unsatisfied. Tim must have been infected. He is probably roaming around somewhere in London now. She walked down the road. The sound of a distant car alarm filling the air. She shook the noise away as she thought of her next course of action. She knew that trying to get back to the shop today would be useless. She was far too tired.

A petrol station caught her eye. The door was open and she could easily sleep under the counter comfortably. She entered slowly. "Hello?" her voice triggered a movement in the back of the petrol station.

Only one came for her, but it came fast. She reacted quickly; she had enough time to grasp for a tire iron that had been hanging upon one of the racks a few feet from her. The monster snarled with hatred. She swung only once, it's all that was needed. The weapon imbedded itself deep into the left side of its skull. The creature fell with a quick thud. She locked the door behind her. Pushing a few racks against it.

The day was dark now. Almost pitch black. She lay on the floor. Closing her eyes. She longed to be back with Jon.

Her eyes shot open. She swore she had heard something. She rose from the floor. "OVER HERE". A man's voice was shouting close. She peered through the window, all the while keeping hidden. "OVER HERE", this time it was a woman's voice. "What the hell is going on out there" Liv whispered to herself, that's when she saw them. A man was running from several infected, he was wearing hospital clothing, he was oddly familiar, one of the infected then burst into flame. She couldn't believe what was happening. She knew she couldn't leave the petrol station that would mean the infected would come after her. She crouched out of sight. She prayed to be back with Jon again.

A few seconds passed. The screams of the infected could be heard within the garage forecourt. Then a deafening sound. An explosion engulfed the entire station. The last thought to enter her head was Jon. How she would never get back to him. The flames quickly engulfed her, and then there were no more thoughts.