(dont worry this story aint going to die but chapters gonna be bit shorter, i know this chapter's too short but considered it a pacing rest and a Prologue to chap 5 since the last two chapters were so LONG, chapter 5 gonna be a catch i promise and thanks for yall support and sorry for potential grammar mistakes)
After driving throught Savannah roads, an awkward silence enveloped the car with all five survivors sitting in quiet contemplation. It was Coach who eventually broke the silence, his voice carrying the weight of nostalgia and simpler times. "So, we may know each others names but since we'd be spending more time together gotta figure what were y'all's stories before this craziness happened? That epic shit back there was so distracting. I'll start. I used to be a coach in a high school. As y'all figured, I was the champion of the local Savannah junior football championship three times in a row, and that's about it."
Rochelle was the next to share, "I'll be the second. You all already know my name. But before all of this, I was a news reporter for a local news channel. Since I'm immune, I thought I could cover virus updates and document it for the public. Well, I had an interview this morning with some CEDA hamzat guy, and I think you know the rest."
Nick, ever the 'talker', responded simply, "You already know my name. That's more than enough."
then Ellis said "Ah man where do i start? as yall know folks call me Ellis. I ran an auto shop with a couple of my old buddies. also was in a band of kinda of. I play bass."
"No shit kid i start likin' you even more" commented coach.
"So i guess me left? well how do i start? man lets say some shit shouldn't be discussed now, the wolrd's already f*ked up and we're barely handling shit,not to mention my story aint gonna makes it any better" said Shephard
"whatever you want corporal" replied ellis
"But i think we all need to discuss something more important about these zombie freaks,see from an older experience I've faced what you'd call "freaks"... and my squad and the whole team pretty much got smacked, one of the main factor of our lose was lack of identification for these the freaks i dont think 'a hood freak' or 'short maniac' gonna be useful not to mention that we almost died at the mall cause of that" continued Shephard moments later
"yea you got a valid point Shephard." replied coach agreeing with the soldier
"i think CEDA already have documentations for some of these freaks,from what i know that 'fatass' is called a boomer and the hood freak called a hunter,for the others... well they seem to be new mutations" added Rochelle
"aint that ripped hulk zombie called a tank or something?" said Coach
"and the back riding maniac i hears cops calling is a jockey" mumbled nick
"and the tongue freak? I've been callin' it a smoker" said ellis
As the conversation continued and the survivors started to give names to these relentless ceatures, their journey brought them to what seem to be somekind of a suburban Georgian town. Here, they stumbled with a big problem, a river blocked their path, and the bridge leading to the other side was raised high above the water, making it impassable...