Easy Money For Those Who Are Left For Dead

by WAZeigler

A few days after the blood heist at Mercy Hospital, the Payday gang find themselves fighting for their lives in an apocalypse of thier own creation. With Bain gone and their only help being four other survivors, will they make it to safety? (Warning: Intense language, but since that was it I decided to keep it as a T rating. Let me know If I should change it to M.)

11. Rescue

The survivors looked at each other then to the massive horde of infected coming towards them then back at each other again.

"Look." Dallas said, "We can kill each other later. But for now let's make sure we all last that long."

"Agreed." Replied Bill.

But instead of the infected rushing towards them as a screaming bloody mass, the infected merely ignored them. Very slowly the horde shambled towards the ocean. The survivors knew something was not right. The infected looked weak.

Even the special infected seemed to be affected. Chargers dragged their massive arms behind them, Tanks clawed their way forward with just their arms. Hunters and infected Cloakers were reduced to a crawl instead of their limber hopping from place to place. Infected Bulldozers trudged in a heavy footed way as if their armor was becoming too heavy for them to support.

Those that did not drop dead or fall into a mass grave on the way to the water kneeled down and drank from the salty ocean. Soon there were only a few that made it to the water, and those that did eventually collapsed from exhaustion face in the water and slowly drowned.

"What the hell?" Francis said, "Why didn't they attack us?"

"Maybe the radiation in the air fucked with their heads or something." Hoxton replied.

"That damn virus suppressed their self-preservation instincts." Bill said, "When the urge for food and water became strong enough it was too late."

The survivors looked back at the city all of the infected just crawled out of to find it was now completely empty. There was now not a single living thing to be found. A few hour later however, when they were ready to give up and try to find somewhere to set up shelter and live until society was rebuilt they heard a fog horn.

"Hey guys." Hoxton said, "You know what that horn belongs to?"

"What?" Wolf replied.

"A cruise ship! With somebody on board!" Hoxton shouted as he ran down the street back towards the shore.

All of the survivors followed Hoxton and when they reached the shore again they saw ships. There was at least twenty or fifty vessels, from huge cruise ships and aircraft carriers, to small fishing boats and private yachts and everything in between. As the vessels dropped anchor and rowboats full of people came ashore and all seven survivors celebrated.

"Woo!" Wolf shouted, "We made it! We actually made it!"

"Ha ha! Yes!" Francis said.

The survivors were taken aboard and they and the other couple hundred people living on the collection of boats that happened to be at sea when the outbreak began lived to tell the tale of survival.

THE END.