Chapter 3
Sighing softly, I placed my gun down while Preston looked around the kitchen for anything to drink. We walked about a hundred feet and we still didn't reach the other end of the Sprawl. This place was just huge, mostly like a graveyard then a place for half of the Earth's population to live on. Preston found three twelve packs of Pepsi and two eight packs of Mountain Dew, all five still cold. Taking a can of Mountain Dew, I opened it and chugged the thing down, enjoying the flavor as it filled my mouth and throat. Finishing the can, I threw it towards the trash can, only to watch it bounce off of something in mid air. Looking towards Preston, I screamed when my eyes made contact with his dead ones. Quickly picking up my gun, I knelt down on one knee as I checked around me, wondering if my mind was projecting it. Feeling someone grab my shoulder, I turned around and aimed straightly at the face of Sweetwater.
"Damn it, Sweetwater. Never scare me again or I swear, a bullet will be going through you." I said in between pants as I put the gun down right next to a living Preston, who was staring at me with a confused look.
"What the heck was that about, Josh?" a confused Preston asked, who walked over and threw both cans away.
"I… threw my can in mid air and it got knocked down. When I went to ask you if you noticed it as well, I stared straight into the places where your eyes should have been. Then I screamed and quickly got ready to defend myself." I explained as I sat back down in the chair, my eyes closed as I took in a deep breath to calm down the beating of my heart.
Shaking his head, Issacce sat down on a chair as well and picked up a Pepsi, drinking the whole thing in two gulps before tossing the can in the air and catching it.
"Well, at least no one was hurt… but where is Sarge?" Sweetwater asked, sitting down also, drinking a can of Mountain Dew. "I mean, I haven't heard from him since he yelled at me for not telling him that me and Haggard were going to shoot that Nercomorph off of you, Issacce."
The sound of dragging footsteps filled the air, causing Haggard, Sweetwater, Preston, Issacce, and me to pick up all our guns and aimed down the only corridor that led towards the kitchen. What appeared, we never expected: It was Sarge, covered in blood from god knows what, muttering to himself.
"Sarge, you need to sit," both me and Preston said, taking a quick look at each other then back at Sarge. "And you need to tell us what the hell you've been doing since the time you spoke to Sweetwater to now." Issacce said as he sat down, leaning forward while his hands took off his mask and putting it down.