So before I Begin I'd like to thank you guys for reading the first chapter.
To all the Portuguese who have read it.
And to my friends who have shown me lots of support.
So let 's get to it.
Chapter 2- A New Future.
Day 1
Panic, confusion, desperation, fear.
Those are some of the many feelings one could describe the city's situation; People screaming, running away, there were people screaming, people looting, fighting each other, abandoning their vehicles, getting on wrecks and flipping over.
The dead were walking, chomping on anyone that they happened to stumble upon, it was quite difficult to distinguish the living from the dead, they still had the human appearance and only when you got close to them do you see the difference, they were rotten, milky white lifeless eyes, they couldn't speak, only groan and moaned, their skin was rotten, some had fleshy bits hanging out, some were missing limbs, jaws, eyes, some were even just crawling on the ground looking form the next meal, some didn't even move, they just layed on the ground or they were leaned on a wall unable to move.
But what about our group of Tugas?
Well they were short on one person, the group of 6 was reduced by 5, Miguel had been killed by the dead when they were sprinting for the airport's exit.
Now they were running away to a place somewhere on the city's exit, it was easy enough to see, all you had to do was follow the main road.
They kept running and running, not looking back, ignoring the chaos, the people screaming and pleading, all that seemed to matter was to get to safety and get as far away from the Chaos as possible.
They ran from what it felt like hours (it was only 45 minutes) They stopped at the main road on the outskirts of the city, they could see the buildings in the distance, you couldn't notice the chaos at that distance, everything looked normal.
They even noticed a police car, taking what seemed like a prisoner to jail,he didn't seem to be in any hurry.
But then they saw Swat cars, helicopters and military vehicles heading for the town.
Either way things were bad.
When the Tugas figured out that they were out of any immediate danger, they stopped to catch their breaths.
And when the adrenalina stopped they all reacted differently:
Rafael was trembling, his hands were shaking and he couldn't stop moving around, too many things were in his mind right now and he didn't know how to react to them.
David didn't know what to think, he couldn't believe what he had just seen, part was wheezing and was trying to slowly breathe, he couldn't understand what had just happened, he was trying to wrap his head around it. Part of him kinda wants to take out his camera and start to take pictures and make some sort of recording of it.
César sat on the grass, resting his legs, his mind was going a million an hour, of all the group he was the one who appeared to be level headed, but inside he was clearly bothered about what had happened in the city.
Pedro was leaning on a light post, disturbed about what he saw, his friend Miguel had just died in front of him, in a most brutal fashion.
Vicente was comforting his younger brother, he himself was trying to keep it cool, but he struggled.
Mateus was vomiting on the floor, the whole thing was too big for him, his stomach couldn't handle it.
But one thing everyone could feel was grief, for their lost friend.
Miguel was a good company and an even greater friend,during their month of fun in the US each and every one of them became closer to one another and they became even bigger friends.
However, in just a moment, everything turned upside down.
Ficou tudo fodido. (Everything was fucked.)
They lost their friend in a matter of seconds.
Sirens, screams, shoots fired, car wrecks and the sound of more police cars and vans and even a fucking helicopter could be heard in and approaching the city of Atlanta.
After a few minutes of rest, César broke the silence:
"Mas que merda foi aquela caralho! (What the hell was that shit?)"
"Eu sei lá pá, aquelas coisas apareceram do nada. (I don't know man, those things appeared out of nowhere.)" Said David.
"Eles… tavam a comer as pessoas. (They… were eating the people.)" Rafael Shakely said: "Elas pareciam pessoas, mas não soavam nem agiam como. (They looked like people, but they didn't sound or act like it.)"
"Bué estranho mano, é como se estivessem enfeitiçados ou alguma merda assim (So weird bro, it's like they're possessed or something.)" Pedro had a thought "Será que é uma merda da cordyceps? (Could it be some cordyceps shit?)"
Vicent who was trying to calm his brother, who was still vomiting, he didn't agree to this theory:
"Nada a ver Pedro, aquelas coisas não tinham fungos na cara, nem estavam a correr. (Not even close Pedro, those things didn't had any fungus in the face, nor were they running.)"
Mateus having calmed down a bit shaky replied "Tavam todos podres, cheiravam a merda. (They were all rotten, they smelled like shit.)
As they were speaking, military vehicles began rolling in, trucks and even a few tanks, they noticed that more people were leaving the city, families, solo people of any walks of life, they also did notice that the police started to barricade the entry to the city, they were not letting anyone in or out.
."Tão a barricar tudo, parece a epidemia do covid (They're are barricading everything, it's like the covid epidemic.)" David noticed.
"Ya so q ainda mais fodido (Yeah only more fucked.)" Nodded Pedro.
Suddenly Rafael had the idea of calling his mom, who was in Portugal, just to see if things were good there.
But then he noticed he had no bars… as in no signal, both on calls and on wi-fi, so he couldn't even send her a message on whatsapp.
"Foda-se… tou sem rede bacanos, nem Wi-Fi tenho. (Fuck… i've got no signal dudes, i don't even have Wi-Fi.)"
Everyone started checking on their phones, and just like their friend said nothing worked.
"Bem, se todos os serviços estão em baixo, é porque se está a passar algo grave. (If all services are down, then it 's because something big is going on.)". Vincent nodded.
César rolled his eyes "Não me digas mano, nós acabamos de ver o caralho de cadáveres a andar, é claro que algo de grande se está a passar! (No shit bro, we just saw fucking walking corpses, obviously something big is going on!)" He said losing a bit of his temper.
"Tem lá mas é calma César. (You need to take a chill César.)" Vincent said in a low voice, but with clear fierceness.
But this didn't calm the situation "Calma o caralho, temos que agir porra, não podemos ficar aqui parados a bater uma! (Chill my ass, we gotta fucking act, we can't stay here jerking one off!)".
Things were getting a bit heated up.
Mateus was trying to cool it:
"Olhem manos, a tropa tá a chegar. secalhar deviamos sentar-nos e esperar que eles limpem esta merda toda (Look guys, the troops are coming, maybe we should just sit back and wait for them to clean this shit up)".
Vincent seemed to agree a bit and so did Pedro, however the same could not be said about Rafael and César, David was a bit in between.
"É assim gente, eu assumo que todos daqui já jogaram o The Last of Us, lembram-se do inicio quando jogamos com a Sarah, e a cidade ficou toda fodida em minutos? (Look here people, I assume that everyone here played The Last of Us, you guys remember the beginning when we played as Sarah and the city got all fucked up in minutes?)" Rafael remembered and saw the clear similarities between the game and reality "A mesma merda tá a acontecer, eu sei que estes não correm, mas eu duvido que consigam pôr ordem nisto." (The same shit is happening, i know these ones don't run, but I doubt that the army can clean this mess up.)" He explained while pacing.
The idea was sinking in the heads of the Tugas, would things really go so bad, would it spread to other continents like the covid pandemic or the fictional Cordyceps outbreak?
One thing was guaranteed, they needed to help themselves and they needed to figure out how to survive this mess.
César had to speak up:
"Ok gente, o que temos de comida e mantimentos? (Alright guys, what do we have on food and supplies?)".
Everyone checked their bags, they had clothes, some shoes and hiking boots, they had hygiene kits (and Rafael being the only one who could grow a big beard, had a shaving kit), they had their phones and wallets which were useless now, they had no weapons (besides the italian clip knife César had bought and the scout knife Rafael had taken with him from Portugal, because he had been a boy scout for 5 years).
Each had a medium bottle of water, and little food (few energy bars and a few bags of chips).
Their food situation and protection wasn't good, they needed to find more… and the only place that seemed to have everything was the city.
César looked to the city and made a call "Temos que regressar, vamos a lojas, supermercados e tal. Arranjamos armas e mantimentos. (We need to return, we go to stores, supermarkets and stuff. We get guns and supplies.)
"Bora Caralho. (Let's go.)" Rafael nodded.
"Espera aí, a cidade tava toda cheia daquelas coisas e o exercito tá a bloquear as entradas. (Wait a second, the city is full of those things, and the army is blocking the entries.)" Mateus warned.
"Mateus, deixa-te de mariquices, isto é uma situação complicada e temos que nos desemerdar. (Stop bring a pansy, this is a complicated situation and we gotta unfuck ourselves." David said firmly "Temos que fazer alguma coisa antes que piore (We gotta do something, before it gets worst.)"
"Eu acho que é melhor ficarem dois pra trás, assim se acontecer algo podemos sempre ir ajudar. (I think it's better if two stay behind, in case anything happens.)" Pedro suggested.
"Concordo mano. (I agree bro.)" César nodded "É assim tropas, vamos esperar até ao anoitecer, eu, o Rafa, o Pedro e o David vamos vasculhar a cidade para armas e mantimentos, se não voltarmos em dois dias, juntem-se a um grupo e sobrevivam. (Here's the thing guys, at night, me Rafa, Pedro and David will scour the city for guns and supplies, if we're not back in two days, find yourselves a group and survive.)"
The orders were given and everyone understood.
Eventually nighttime fell and the four Tugas were able to snuck their way back to the city of Atlanta, managing to not be seen by the military.
Only time would tell if they were coming back to the rest of their group alive.
Day 2
Nightime
Atlanta city.
What used to be a busy city, became unrecognizable, the military was trying and failing to fight off the walkers, the more they killed, the more they seemed to arrive, besides the tanks and army trucks there was no other car moving.
In the middle of it, there were people rioting, looting and running away from the dead, some could and some end up eaten.
But where were our four Tugas?
They were currently trying to find their way on the city, they didn't know it, they only came here to hop on the plane, they were trying to be sneaky from both the death and the living as well who were rioting and going for supplies like a bunch of savage animals.
"Tá tudo maluco. (Everyone is crazy.)" David commented, he had taken out his camera and began filming and photographing the chaos around him.
"Temos que ir à procura de armas antes de nos metermos nas lojas. (We gotta go look for weapons, before we go to the stores.)" César explained "Mantemo-nos em baixo e fora de vista. (We keep your head down and outta sight.)"
Everyone agreed and they continued walking.
Morning Time.
They got into a gun store, inside they had to kill four walkers.
They killed them with Rafael's camp knife and with a crowbar they found.
"Escolham as armas para nós e pros outros e escolham bem, peguem em tudo o que é balas (Pick up the guns to us and to the others and pick them well, pick up everything you can find on bullets.)" César ordered.
They ravaged the store for the best weapons, and this is what they picked up for each one:
Rafael picked up a magnum Revolver, a hunting knife and a black AR-15 with a rocket launcher attachment.
Pedro found a Katana Sword and a Desert Eagle, a AK-47 and a kunai dagger.
David found a semi auto shotgun, a glock and a hatchet
César found a semi auto sniper rifle with scope attachment, found a 1911 pistol and machete.
For the remaining two members, they had to choose their weapons (since they were nor present there)
For Vincent they got a crossbow, he also got a Rambo style army knife and also a Uzi with a suppressor.
And finally for Mateus they got his TEC 9 automátic pistol, a silver baseball Bat and a small pistol with scope, laser pointer and suppressor.
They gathered all the guns in duffel bags and fled the gun store.
Outside of the city of Atlanta (Mateus and Vicente)
Vincent and Mateus were sitting on the grass waiting for the return of the rest of the crew.
As they were waiting, they noticed two people approaching them, one was a white guy in his thirties and the other was a Young asian guy.
The thing was they were wearing prison orange jumpsuits.
They noticed this and they got their guard up, Vincente grabbed a swiss multi-tool and took out the small knife (he hid it behind the back so they couldn't see it).
The two prisoners were intercepting the two Tuga brothers, the white guy waved at them:
"Hey you two, can you help us out?"
"Olha lá mano, aquilo não são uniformes de prisioneiro? (Look here brother, aren't those prison jumpsuits?)" Mateus asked.
Vincent nodded "Fica atras de mim. (Get behind me.)" He notices that the Asian has a shotgun.
The White guy approaches.
"Hey can you kids help the two of us out, we need help."
"First of all, i'm 24 not a fucking kid ianque, second of all… those overalls don't look like working clothes." Vincente.
The guy put his hands up in defeat "Right, right… sorry."
The Chinese guy approaches, "Look, we just need to ask a few questions."
"Put the gun down and then we talk." Vicente ordered.
The asian guy puts the shotgun down and they start talking.
"What do you want?" Asked Vincent.
"Well first of all, do you guys have any idea what the fuck is going on?" The white guy said.
"The dead are rising, eating people and turning them more into them… what the hell do you think it's going on ó espertinho." Vincent said with little patience.
"But why?" The Chinese guy asked.
"Hell I know bacano, covid maybe? The fucking russians? Bio weapon? Your guess is as good as mine." Said Vincent.
They just sat there, trying to process the situation.
"I never got your name." The white guy asked.
"I never got yours." Vincent replied.
"I'm Justin, this here is Vince." They introduced themselves.
"Vincent, this here is my Little brother Mateus."
"Oi." Mateus waved.
"You two alone?" Asked Vince.
"Nepia, Four of our friends headed out to the city to get supplies and stuff." Mateus said.
Justin looked confused "Why? The army is probably gonna start cleaning up this mess."
Vincent just rolled his eyes, with the way the army just kept heading for the city, it didn't look like they could do much.
Atlanta mid-day.
Things were getting more crazy, the tugas had the weapons and most likely would have to start using the, soon enough on both walker and talker.
They got inside a grocery store, some people were already there but they didn't seemed to care.
"O que é que precisamos, Rafa? (What do we need Rafa?)" César asked.
"Peguem em enlatados, feijão, salsichas, frutas e isso tudo. Pega em arrozes, espaguetes, açúcar, farinha, fermento, peguem também em sal e café. (Grab tin stuff, beans, sausages, fruit and all that. Get rices, noodles, sugar, flour, yeast and also get salt and coffee.)" Said Rafael, being the most expert on outdoor camping and cooking, he knew what was needed for cooking and conserving food "Vai buscar uns isqueiros, talheres, acendalhas e marmitas. (Go get lighters, silverware, coal and packed lunch.)"
"Fixe, cada um pega numa arma e vai buscar os mantimentos, se alguem mandar vir, dão-lhe um tiro nas fuças! (Cool, everyone grab a gun and go get the supplies, if anyone gives you any shit, shoot his ass!)" They all nodded and went around the store, ignoring the other people, trying to get whatever they could.
They got some of the canned stuff, however they seemed to ignore the flower and the other stuff that people would use to make bread and stuff, they even got the powdered eggs.
However as more people got inside the store tensions rose and it eventually popped.
Rafael was adding some booze to his inventory (whiskey and a bit of black vodka).
Suddenly some crazy guy in his fifties came charging at him, with a knife, demanding the booze.
But the tuga pulls the magnum on him.
"Get the fuck off!"
But the guy keeps on going, so he does the most sensible thing.
He fires, the bullet hits him on the chest, he goes down, dies before hitting the ground.
"Toma lá seu vagabundo, parolo de merda! (Take that you fucking bum, hick!)"
The people screamed and began exiting the store, except the Tugas.
César wanted answers "Que aconteceu caralho, tinhas que furar o velho? (The hell happened, did you had to cap the geezer?)"
"Filho da puta, queria cortar-me com uma knifa mano, não tive escolha! (Motherfucker, wanted to cut me with a knife man, I had no choice.)" Rafael excused himself.
He looked at the body and realized that he had just killed another human being, he should feel regret, it should turn his stomach upside down.
But as he looked at him now, he felt nothing, it didn't however make him exactly into a psychopath or anything like that, it was in self defense, i guess it's easy when someone is attacking you.
César shrugged it off "Que sa foda, enche o saco e apanha essa kinfa! (Fuck it, fill the bag and get that knife!)
The bags kept being filled, to the point where there was not much to steal, even if they had more space for more stuff.
Rafael saw the knife and went to pick it up… then he heard a growl, the same old man he had shot stumbled up to the ground and lunged at him in his undead rage. Pedro saw this and shot the undead with his Desert Eagle in the head.
Everyone was looking confused "O gajo foi mordido? (Was he bitten?)" Asked Pedro.
"Nepia mano… se calhar não importa. (No bro… maybe it doesn't matter.)" Rafael came to the realisation.
They left the store and went on to the next one.
Atlanta, in the afternoon.
They exited a camping store and stole, fire making equipment, thermal blankets, rain proof blankets, water filtration, hiking boots for each one, holsters, camping clothing, hard leather jackets and stuff), hunting bullet proof vests, small shovels and pickaxes, Rafael saw a indiana Jones type leather hat so he took that to himself, Pedro already had an explorer's hat.
They got pots and pans, cooking utensils, and anything to cook on the outdoors.
They got what they could, the city was getting more crazy by the second, walkers all over the place, they couldn't stay, but they needed to wait out a bit, so things would get calmer, they decided to spend the night in the store.
Day 3
Atlanta, Morning Time.
Waking up they noticed and heard shoots in the distance, the shoots were drawing the walkers to it, leaving a passage for the Tugas to pass without much effort.
They got what they could, their bags were full and they just wanted the hell away from the madness.
They runned to the city's exit, to the same spot, hoping to reunite with the others.
While running they saw an asian guy with a pizza delivery cap getting attacked by a walker.
Rafael grabbed a knife and stabbed the dead man on the head.
The asian guy just stood there, shaken trying to process what just happened.
"You saved my life, thanks dude."
Rafael rolled his eyes "Thank me later, let's go, outta here, mexe-te chinoca!" He sinal him to follow them.
And so he did, right to the city's exit.
City 's Exit.
The Tugas realizing that they were outta danger stopped running, they were now simply walking to the meeting point.
Rafael dragged behind, he was talking to the Asian man.
"What's your story chinoca?"
"I'm Glenn… I'm Korean by the way." He said, understanding the last comment.
Rafael just shrugged off "Whatever you say amigo, so what's your story."
"I was in Macon when things went down, before all this… i was at the end of my rope, I was getting evicted, I was hiding from my loan shark, and i was starting to pack up to move in with my parents, something i didn't want to do." Glenn explained "When the dead started walking I was holed up at a drugstore with a group… one of our guys, a tech wiz called Doug didn't survive, the rest of us got out and took refuge in a motor inn, as far as I can tell they're still there."
This got his attention "Why are you here then? The place they're in seems safer than the city." Rafael wondered.
"I came looking for my friends and family… they didn't make it." He simply explained "What about you guys?"
"We're from Portugal, came to this country on a monthly vacation and on the day we were supposed to catch the plane to Portugal… well this shit happens, now we're stuck here with no way to get back home." Rafael explained.
"Can't you guys call home?"
The Tuga rolled his eyes "That's the first thing I tried to do, there's no signal mate, no bars no nothing, we have family in Portugal, but the Atlantic is now a barrier, we can't fly and can't swim it."
They walked for a bit in silence before Glenn broke it:
"Why don't you guys find a boat? Maybe you could get one and sail to Europe."
"And where would we get one of those, in Miami?" Rafael asked.
"No, you don't gotta go that far, you could just go to Savannah, that's where the docks are." Glenn informed me.
This new information made the young Tuga think, it did make sense, they could go to the closest dock city and potentially get a boat to Portugal, afterall it was the closest European Country to the Atlantic.
However the chances of them finding a boat that could cross the Atlantic weren't the greatest ones, but they had no other choice.
"I'll go talk to my friends about it, what about you, got any plans?"
Glenn shrugged, "I don't know, I think I might stay, wait for the army to sort this shit, maybe join a group."
Rafael patted his back "Well then, good luck out there man, take care of yourself." He said before they parted ways.
But before he left Glenn had this to day "Never give up on life, nor your friends, even if things get more difficult, just keep on going and never give out."
He left for his unknown future.
Rafael caught up to them.
César noticed that he was alone "Onde tá o chinoca? (Where's the chinaman?)"
"Foi-se embora, foi procurar um grupo… o gajo é Koreano só para que saibas (He left, went to look for a group… the guy's Korean, just so you know.)" Rafael explained.
César roled his eyes "Que sa foda… (Whatever…)"
Group Reunited.
They reunited with their friends, they were all relieved and hugged each other.
They showed what they got and each one got their respective weapons.
They sat down in a circle discussing what they saw and what to do.
"Como tava a cidade? (How was the city?)"
"Fodida mano, ta tudo numa algazarra. (Fucked man, everything is messed up)" David explained.
"Tá tudo louco, nem sei mano, é mortos por toda a parte, a tropa não consegue fazer nada e as pessoas tão passadas dos cornos! (It's all crazy man, i don't even know, dead everywhere, the troops can't do shit, and the people are going apeshit!)" César explained.
"É o salve-se quem puder, aqui o Rafa teve que matar um gajo! (It's everyone to himself, Rafa here had to kill a guy!)"
The two brothers looked at him.
"Como é que é? (Say What?)" Vincent asked incredulous.
"O gajo atacou-me com uma knifa mano, então dei-lhe um tiro nos cornos, não tive escolha. (The guy attacked me dude, with a knife, so i shot him on the head, i had no choice.)" Rafael justified himself, on the outside he didn't seem bothered, but the same couldn't be said to his mind, he wished he hadn't killed that man, but then again, he had no choice.
Luckily his friend didn't seem to be bothered by that.
"Rei. (King.)" Praised Mateus.
Everyone just rolled their eyes at that comment.
"Tas bem meu? (You alright dude?)" Pedro asked his friend.
Rafael Shrugged: "É fácil quando a tua vida está em perigo. (It's easy when your life is in danger.)" He claimed "A cena é que quando eu o matei, ele voltou como morto vivo, tivemos que lhe dar um tiro na cabeça pro matar. (The thing is, when i killed him, he came back as a walker, we had to shoot him in the head to fully finish him off.)"
This new information was being processed by the two remaining tugas who were not present.
"O que sabemos é que não é a mordida que os transforma, se morrermos e o nosso cérebro estiver ainda intacto… não morremos. (What we know is that it's not the bite that does it, if we die and our brain is still intact… we don't die.)" César explained "Portanto vamos combinar aqui uma cena, quem morrer leva um tiro nos cornos pra não voltarmos, portanto se vocês me deixam vivo eu como-vos a merda das fuças, entendido! (So let's get this straight, whoever dies gets shot in the head so that he doesn't come back, so if any of you leaves me still walking i will head your fucking faces, is that clear!)".
Everyone agreed with this rule and his statement.
"O que é que vocês encontraram? (What did you guys get?)" Vicente asked.
The four tugas threw the bags to the floor, everyone picked up their respective weapons and clothing, each put on their vests, hiking boots, they carried the tents on their hiking backpacks.
Each decided to take a section of food so that the weight could be shared within each of them.
Now that they were basically prepared for anything, or at least on the surface they seemed to be ready to face the world.
But they needed two more things, a plan and a system.
"É assim gente, nós temos que decidir o que fazer. (Here 's the thing, we gotta decide what to do.)" César began saying "Temos que ter aqui um sistema organizado, cada um tem que ter um papel e tem que o cumprir (We need to make an organized system, each one has to have a role and they gotta do them.)"
"Fazemos o quê, não temos pra onde ir! (And do what, we got no place to go!)" Mateus complained.
César sighed in frustration "Mateus, tás aqui mazé a levar uma cabeçada se não para com as merdas! (Mateus, I'll be slapping your head in if you don't quit the bullshit!)! César Yelled: "Nós temos um local pra ir, temos que regressar a Portugal! (We do have a place to return to, we gotta go back to Portugal!)"
"E como é que planeias fazer isso? Temos que tar a enfrentar uns 5400 quilômetros do Atlântico, não podemos ir a nado. (And how do you plan on doing that? We would have to face 5400 kilometres of the Atlantic, we can't be swimming it.)" David pointed out.
César didn't have an answer, they couldn't swim nor fly.
"Vamos de barco. (We get a boat.)" Rafael said.
Everyone looked at him, thinking of what he had just said.
"O Koreano que estava conosco disse que a cidade costeira de Savannah era a zona com barcos mais perto daqui. (The Korean told me that the coast city of Savannah was the closest place with boats.)" Rafael informou.
This piqued their interest, and this could be a good solution.
"Savannah? Isso fica aonde? (Savannah? Where's that)"
"Fica na margem este, portanto se continuarmos a dirigir-nos por aí, somos capazes de chegar lá bem… temos é que andar uns 250 km. (It's at the East Coast, if we keep heading East, we should arrive there well… we just have to walk some 250 Km.)" Rafael explained, grabbing his compass. "Não temos mapa, mas com a bússola, até nos vamos orientando bem. (We don't have a map, but with this compass, we should be able to orientate ourselves.)"
"Chiça bué longe. (Fucking hell, that 's far away)" Mateus complained.
But no one else seemed to be complaining.
"É longe mas é possível, nós conseguimos. (It's far but we can do it.)" Vicente agreed.
"Vai ser difícil, deve levar-nos meses a conseguir chegar lá, mas temos os mantimentos e as armas pra conseguirmos. (It'll be difficult, it should take us months to get there, but we got the supplies and the guns to get there.)" Claimed Pedro.
So with the plan on, they now had a place and an objective to acomplish.
Despite the big world wide life changing events that had just occurred, their morality was high and they really did feel like they could face the whole entire world.
But then suddenly for no particular reason, something appeared or rather someone… and the tugas knew exactly who it was.
As it walked, or rather stumbled upon the road, slowly it approached.
His belly was open, his guts hanging out, bite marks were everywhere, his eyes milky white, blood coming from his mouth with pieces of flesh stuck between the teeth (as if he had been chomping at raw flesh).
His clothes were still on, but they were ripped.
It was Miguel.
The six Tugas were shocked and saddened to see their deceased friend in that state.
"Foda-se… (Fuck…)" Mutered Pedro.
"Valha-me nossa senhora… (Jesus H Christ…)" Rafael said in a praying matter.
"Não o podemos deixar assim. (We can't leave him like this.)" Vicente claimed.
César grabs his sniper, he aims at Miguel's head:
"Desculpa lá tropa. (Sorry, brother.)" He shoots him on the forehead and he falls to the ground. "Não o vamos deixar assim, bora enterrá-lo (We can't leave him like that, let's bury him)"
Pedro, David and Rafael dig a grave in the grass.
Mateus carves a cross.
César and Vicente carry the body.
They put him on the grave, close his eyes and cover the grave with dirt.
The cross had this written on it:
R.I.P
Miguel
Amigo
Explorador
Animal de festa
Campeão de COD
Each share a moment of silence in memory of their deceased friend.
After the minute they walked off, they had to continue on, they had to keep fighting to carry on the memory of their deceased and the chance to reunite with their loved ones.
They would just keep walking, unafraid, together they would face whatever evil this new world would throw at them.
Well there it is guys, chapter two.
Sorry it took longer than I expected, but I will definitely try to get those chapters quicker.
In the next chapter our Tugas will meet the Motor inn group.
I'd like to give a shout out and a thanks to my readers and especially my Portuguese readers.
Até ao próximo capítulo (Until the next chapter).