I don't want to be one of those authors who ask for a certain number of reviews before another pos, but I will unless I start getting reviews.
No one has still answered my question regarding disclaimers. Waiting on an answer for that.
On with the story.
The survivors and plot of this story are mine, but the Green Flu and Special Infected belong to Valve.
Chapter 4: A Fallen Friend
After nearly an hour of walking and blasting zombie brains, we arrive at our desired location, the big blue and white building looming over us. I noticed our bus roaming the parking lot, the lot surprisingly clear of up-right zombies. We rush over to the bus, flailing our arms and shouting, which, in hindsight, wasn't very smart. Josh got out and started shooting at us.
"Dammit! Don't shoot! It's us!" I shout.
"Sorry" Josh apologizes, "but what exactly are you three doing way out here?"
"We can't go home, Tanks trashed it." Julio replies calmly.
"Damn…" Josh offered in shock.
"Hey, could you pass me that radio?" Chris asked kindly, despite what just happened not two hours ago.
"Here." I said, passing him the radio.
Chris depressed the little red button and brought the radio to his mouth. "Shawna, this is Chris, hurry it up in there." There was a slight, static filled pause before a click sounded and Shawna's voice filtered through.
"Alright, why?"
"Our home is gone, and we lost all but me, Julio and Damien. So we need to figure out what our next plan of action is." Chris answered solemnly.
"Alright, be there in about five minutes."
"See you then."
For roughly the next five minutes, we sat in a deafening silence until the others get back and file in one-by-one. 'Someone's missing' I thought to myself.
I decide to voice my thought and ask, "Where's Jeremy?"
"He didn't come with us." Jasmine pronounced.
"Shit." I mumble.
"Are you sure that you were the only three to make it out alive?" Shawna is the one to speak this time.
"Yes." I answer, still in a bit of shock.
"Then, Jeremy is dead?" Dajuan asks.
Silence.
"Yeah. He's dead." Julio says, again rather calmly.
The deafening silence from earlier has returned. I see Jasmine touch her forehead, then her chest, and finally her left then right shoulders with her right hand slowly, making the sign of the cross. Shawna, Shaun, Josh and Dajuan hang their heads in depression. Chris, Julio and I watch the display of remorse quietly. After a while of mourning, I hear a thumping sound and look out the window to find quite a few zombies running towards the bus, a couple are already pounding their fists, heads, and feet on the side of it, producing the thumping sound I heard.
"God dammit." I mutter under my breath. I hear Dajuan shouting at Josh to drive and then the bus lurches forward.
"Hang on! It's gonna be a bumpy ride!" Josh yelled as we start rolling over those unfortunate enough to be standing in front of the bus at the time. The time for mourning being over.
End chapter 4