Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Authors note: I apologize for not uploading. Couldn't think of a good chapter idea for the 1st 25th chapter.
Authors note II: Every 25 chapters I want to release an exceptionally long chapter. I do hope you're still interested in the story...
Charlie sighed and wiped his nose using the sleeve of his stolen police uniform. Both Charlie and Paul had taken the uniforms off the corpses of several dead policeman they had found in the scant seconds after Bella's 'breakdown'.
Charlie wiped again and still – after a few seconds – found snot leaking out of his nostrils. "Must have a slight cold." Charlie says unassumingly knowing he is right.
"Same here." Paul says in the same tone taking out a handkerchief and attempting to clean himself up, "So…what should we do now?"
"Well…" Charlie says taking his uniform off and tearing it into several strips of cloth revealing a water soaked undershirt clinging to his muscles underneath, "We could start by following this here trail."
"You think that's a good idea?" Paul asks his concern merited because neither of them men knew how they had gotten to the dam, much less how they got through the surrounding area.
"What's with the concern?" Charlie asks in response to Paul's question.
"Just to remind you we – you and I that is – live in a class 4 breakout zone." Paul says, "And another reminder…that means…"
"Nope." Charlie says setting down the light blue rags on a clean rock and motioning to Paul's shirt he says, "Hand me that uniform. I want to tear it into rags, that way we will be able to dress plenty of wounds. Since we will has a substantial amount of rags."
"Solid logic there sir." Paul says handing Charlie his stolen police uniform shirt, "You mean it's not a class 3 breakout?"
"No. It's a class 5." Charlie says adding Paul's torn up shirt strips to their pile of medical rags, "That means the entire world is experiencing an outbreak."
"Just for clarification would you mind explaining that class breakout system?" Paul says, "There's a crashed helicopter at the top of the cliff, and I think we can get to it from here. It would be wise to check the wreckage for anything we can salvage."
"Okay sounds like a good idea. And anyway helicopters usually always – depending on what designation it is – have more than one med kit inside. That would be useful…if it's military? Then we are in luck." Charlie says and begins the trek up the side of the cliff to the wreaked helicopter.
Charlie explained; class 1 equaled a small area say a building or a complex or a university, class 2 equaled an entire town, class 3 equaled and entire city, class 4 equaled an entire state no matter how big, class 5 equaled the entire face of planet earth. The class breakout system referred to the level of zombie breakouts that could occur.
The two men had to climb up the shear side of the cliff face – which rose almost 100 feet into the air. Charlie was police trained in rock climbing and an Olympic level athlete. Paul – who was currently 40 Charlie 30 – had played in the NFL for almost 10 years. During one of the longest NFL careers in history Paul Arielle never once got injured.
Both men had extreme physical prowess. This however meant jack shit in a zombie apocalypse, in such a situation you needed both physical and mental prowess.
A smart move for Charlie and Paul would have been to approach the helicopter form atop the cliff, this way they could safely check from a distance if there were any walkers or crawlers inside the wreckage.
"You were lying down there didn't you?" Paul asks as the two reach the half-way point to the helicopter wreckage.
"Of course." Charlie says, "I was lying…mostly…about containing the zombie apocalypse."
"Hum…" Paul says with a suspicious glance over at Charlie, "If you had the virus in you possession how did it get out?"
"I can't tell you." Charlie says abruptly.
After that the two men continued the climb in silence. Obviously the two would still be a part of the same survivor group, but that didn't mean that Charlie had to tell Paul everything about the past. As long as both men told the truth to each other about the present everything between them should work out fine.
At the top of the cliff Charlie and Paul discover the wreckage to be nothing more than a simple civilian military issued material transport helicopter.
"Not what I was hoping for…but I'm not complaining." Charlie says hoisting himself through the open side of the metal hull and into the still somewhat intact helicopter.
"Same here man I'm just glad the medical kit is still attached to the wall…that means it hasn't been opened by anyone yet." Paul says pulling himself inside after Charlie.
Both of them search the wreckage from top to bottom checking all the corners. They found 3 large 6 medium and 9 small sized med kits, 2 internally suppressed SMGs, 1 trench spike, 1 lobo, 1 internally suppressed long range high caliber suppression rifle, 1 rucksack containing nonperishable food and water, 1 rucksack containing two survival kits and more than enough ammo for all the guns, and 2 hand held military radios.
Both men high fived each other for such a lucky find…they would need all of it in the coming months and more importantly they would need each other even more the coming morning.