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"I hate the rain," Francis mumbled as the group trudged through the muddy sugar field, "it's too goddamn wet."
"Really? I never noticed that," Nick sarcastically said back, "is that new with rain?"
"Fuck you, Suit."
~Jason~
"EVERYONE STAY CLOSE!" Nick called out, and a wall of rain began to come down, "STAY NEAR THE KIDS!"
Lizzie, knowing how to get almost anywhere in a 10 mile radius, was at the front with me, although I was now useless. The gas from the station completely ruined my sense of smell, and once it returned the rain started pouring down, so I couldn't get our scents coming here. And with the massive amount of 'lightning,' I had to keep my soaked hood completely over my eyes, blocking my vision. All I could see was the creepy orange and everyone's ghostly silhouette, but could only sense the environment immediately around me, maybe 3 or 5 feet.
Francis was right, rain sucked. Even if my reason for hating it was the only legitimate one.
The downpour began to lighten up, but the humans had to continue on using the rooftops of the smaller houses since the roads were flooded. Strangely, Lizzie and I had little trouble getting through the water. Katelyn was taking shorter routes using parkour, and was waiting for us in a run down, partially destroyed house ahead. Like me, she kept her hoodie somewhat over her eyes, letting her see but keeping the sky out of view.
"You guys remember this?" she asked, and the Survivors, now stuck with the flooded ground for travel, looked up to see the familiar building. "Yeah," Zoey said excitedly, "and that means-"
"Hey, the playground!" Ellis finished her sentence, and the Humans started moving a bit quicker now. Katelyn jumped off the building, rolling into the ground to avoid twisting an ankle, just as another flash of light made her stumble. "Goddamnit," I heard her whisper, only loud enough for my sensitive ears, and I crawled over to her, concerned. "Why is it so f... damn bright?" she asked, stopping herself from using a swear.
Was it really that bright, and I wasn't crazy? Lightning flashed overhead again, and I risked looking after the bolt died away to see her shielding her eyes. "Something wrong, kid?" Nick asked, but Katelyn pushed him away. "No, no let's just get going."
The storm started to pick up again, and we were forced to hide inside a safe house to escape the hard rain.
"Damn, who knew a storm could slow ya down that bad," Coach joked, collapsing onto a couch. Everybody began milling around, going through packs, checking ammo, and other odds and ends.
Except Katelyn.
I noticed her in the corner, her head in her hands with a strained look on her face as her eyes were shut tightly. Curious, and worried, I slowly crawled over, making a questioning whine.
Zoey, taking notice in everything, turned to see what I whined at, and hurried over to Kate. "Are you alright?" she asked softly.
"Yeah, m'fine, just... no, no I'm not," she said after a long pause, "it's just... really bright, and I'm getting a huge headache."
Zoey and I were both confused. I was the most sensitive to light, and the lights in this house weren't too bright. Why was she so sensitive to the light all of a sudden?
"Do you want us to turn the lights off?" Zoey asked, and Kate shook her head. "No, you guys need it... I'll just go upstairs..."
She slowly made her way up the staircase, and I noticed her scent wasn't as human ad everybody else. Was she... turning...? I hoped not, I'd kill myself if my bite made her turn.
The sound of muffled gunshots made me jolt awake. Looking around frantically, I saw nothing out of place. Everybody was sound asleep in their own spots, but the shots were coming from outside. It sounded like a hunting rifle.
I crept quietly upstairs, into Katelyn's empty room, and noticed her window was wide open. I crawled outside, closing it, and scrambled up to the roof. The storm had let up for now, but there were deep puddles everywhere on the ground.
I saw Katelyn on the opposite side of the roof, a hunting rifle in her hands with a black cylinder on the barrel. It was supposed to silence the gun I think.
"Hey, Jason," she said suddenly, startling me, and she fired another round out to the night, a spray of reddish-black mist exploding in the distance. Headshot.
After emptying her magazine, she finally turned to face me. "Something wrong?" I shook my head, scribbling 'Are you OK?' onto a notepad they gave me. It was becoming second nature to me to write.
"I'm fine now," she said cheerily, but I still didn't believe it. That fake smile wasn't enough for me. "Jason, seriously, I'm fine." I started whining softly at her, taking my hood off and giving her my best sad puppy look I could. Eventually, she gave in.
"Alright, I was a bit messed up yesterday," she admitted, but that was a given. Everybody saw she was acting weird. "I thought... Maybe, I was turning, so I stayed up here all night." Shit. "But don't worry," she whispered, wrapping an arm around me, "I'm fine now."
"Th'nk you," I whispered, and fell asleep in her lap.
~Nick~
"God DAMNIT! Where the hell are those two?!"
I was furiously searching the house for any sign of the Hooded Duo, and they weren't anywhere. Lizzie's hunting rifle was missing too.
"'Ey, what's goin' on?" Ellis drowsily asked as he walked behind me. "Kate and Jason are gone," I said, savoring this one time I get to see Ellis genuinely shocked, "and they took a hunting rifle."
"Ey, Kate!" I heard Rochelle call from outside, and followed her to see where the parker kid was.
On the roof, the bright, red sun rising above them. Gun in hand. No surprise there.
I went back inside to grab a magnum, walked back out, and shot it once at the sky. Katelyn shot up immediately, Jason jumping up from her lap.
"You couldn't wake us up any nicer?!" the girl screamed as she climbed down. "You couldn't let us know you'd go outside with a rifle and expect us to know?!" I retorted. By the time Kate got to the ground (Which took no time at all), we had both calmed down enough to save the argument for a better time.
"Come on, guys," Coach said, already geared up, "Virgil's counting on us, we need to go!" Eventually, everybody was awake enough to go, and we set off to the Burger Tank.
"Isn't this nice?" I joked, walking around the huge puddles. "At least the storm passed last night."
"The storm ain't the problem, Nick," Coach said. "There ain't that many zombies out here. Who usually comes to say hi when the zombies go away?" The realization of that made us froze, despite the sarcastic, childish way he said it. Zombies were like piranhas. And when piranhas were hiding, that meant a shark was around.
"Stick close, stay sharp," I whispered. "Tanks won't mix nice with a boat."
We crossed the street towards the fast food joint, but Lizzie stopped us when we saw muddy Tank prints going into the building. We could hear it lazily walking around somewhere inside, making miniature earthquakes with each step. It was so... calm.
"Hold on, I got it," Kate whispered, slowly creeping into the Burger Tank with her 'Anti-Tank Crowbar.' We spread ourselves around the building, Jason on top, in case a quick rescue was needed. I heard the Tank yelling, but it abruptly stopped as I heard the swing of her crowbar, and when she gave us the OK to come in, I saw the Tank lying the ground, it's head sitting by the wall with a trail of blood behind it. "You scare me," I said to Kate, and she simply smirked at me. "You're not exactly innocent yourself."
She was fucking crazy.
~Katelyn~
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. After the Tank I decapitated, we didn't have to waste a single round. Jason and Lizzie seemed to be the only Infected in a mile radius, and they didn't even count.
Virgil's boat finally arrived, and we cautiously got aboard. Still no Infected. "I guess that's a good thing, right?" Louis asked, and we agreed. "This is a hell of a lot nicer."