I'm Not Ready to Die
Chapter Four: And Then There Was Four"How do we prove that were not infected" I asked
"Look for bite marks you idiot." Said the man
"Look mister I'm am not taking off my clothes just to check for bite marks got it."
"Oh come on Dom let them in, their clearly not infected." I heard a different, feminine voice say.
"Fine I'll let them in," he turned to us, "but if you show any signs of the green flu I'll kill you."
"Fine with me." I said. The man unlatched the door, opened it and forced us inside. When we were inside he quickly shut and latched the door again. The safe room was basically just a normal home, well besides the fact that it was fortified to keep out the infected.
I looked at the man, "my names Ryan, this is Dylan."
"My names Dominic." Said the man. He looked to be in at least in his late 30s. He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans and work boots
I saw a woman walk out from the other room, "And I'm Amanda, nice to meet you." She looked to be in her 20s. She wore a hoody, tight jeans, a pair of converse shoes and had a nose piecing.
"Where you guys heading?" I asked
"Anywhere with no infected." Said Amanda
"One last question." I said
"What?"
"You got any beer?" I said
"Aren't you a little young for beer?"
"Yes, but it keeps me sane."
"There's some in the back, its warm though." Said Dom. I walked into the back room. On a shelf on the back wall was some vodka.
"Tonight, I will drink all my pain and worries away." I said pouring myself a shot.
Later
I was passed out from all the alcohol I had drunk, until Dylan found me.
"Ryan get up" said Dylan kicking me
"What what I'm tired." I said drunkly
"No your drunk." Responded Dylan
"Ok I'm tired and drunk. Come back when I'm sober." I slurred. Then I fell back asleep.
Later… again
I woke up with a giant headache. (AKA Hangover)
"Ow my head hurts." I said
"And that's why you don't get hammered." Said Amanda
"Fuck you, it helps me forget."
"Forget what?"
"My family; and the fact that I had to kill them because they got infected."
"Well this infection has actually helped me." Said Amanda
"How has this helped you?"
"Well for starters my father used to beat me. He was a cop so I couldn't get help from the police. So I ran away from home. I had the police after me for months; I couldn't even see my mother because the police were watching her house, so I had to hide for 4 months. In the end I killed my father when he got infected, and I enjoyed every god dam second of it to."
"Wow and I thought I had it bad. Oh well nothing I can do about it."
"Don't be sad for me I'm happier now then I was before."
Then Dom walked in, "guys were leaving now.
End chapter four
(A/N) I know VERY short chapter, but I can start the actual story now that I'm done introducing characters. Now I can start the story about their survival and how they survive this infection.