Chapter
3
It's been nearly a year since that day. Since the day I learned that the 'Green Flu' had mutated, effectively turning all who wasn't immune into rabid zombies. But against the 'knowledge' of zombie movies, it wasn't a bite that caused the spread, but the mixture of infected and unimmune blood.
Lucky for me, I was immune. I would've known if I wasn't because Leo's teeth still had Jack's blood, who had been infected. I just hope Kailey made it out safely. We might be immune, but that doesn't stop the infected hordes from trying to tear us limb from limb for a meal.
I'd left the library and went to a gunshop, which unfortunately had been looted of it's best weapons. So I chose a crossbow that was hanging on the wall, and a Bowie survival knife. I grabbed a bag off a poor guy who'd been betrayed and shot, I packed some bags labeled 'MRE' and plenty of crossbow bolts along with a few cases of shotgun and pistol ammo. Just in case I do find a solid weapon.
I discovered after a encounter with a survivor's group that the red doors scattered around with a house symbol with a medical insignia nearby were safe houses. That was well and good, but I wasn't gonna hole myself up in a place that you could get swarmed in and be trapped and starved out. No thanks, I like the tops of trees and the roofs of buildings.
I was surprised I'd stay alive for so long, I guess those zombie stories and games actually did do some good. Quietly taking out zombies and sticking to the woods, only leaving in case of a large horde.
But my nerdy self couldn't resist having some fun when I saw a museum displaying a ancient samurai katana. So I cleared nearly three square blocks of every zombie and made sure to set up a screaming trap, which is a recorded audio of a human scream, a mile southeast.
I hid in the bushes, waiting for the sound that'll queue my actions. And when I heard the scream, I ran from the bushes and smashed though the glass with my bow drawn and a arrow already flying into a zombie's skull. I hit the dirt and immediately switching to my Bowie, which I used to slash the Achilles Tendon on a few zombies. With a quick finishing slash, I dispatched five zombies in three seconds, without even getting a scratch.
I put my hands on the glass case, "My my, wanna dance beautiful?" I drooled at the sight of such a beautiful and well-preserved blade. I took a step back and held my Bowie upright, but I focused all my strength into my grip and downward force. And I lunged foward, smashing the glass case.
Unfortunately for me, the building had backup generators so the alarms would still be active. And what happened here folks? I summoned a horde by tripping an alarm. All the hard work that went into preparations and the screamer was gone. Stupid museums...