Dead Souls: Alive

A Mole Amonst The Span

Read Souls Alive
Chapter Nine: A mole amongst the span

[Visinia City, Upsilon High, Staff Office]
[February 12, 18:23]

"What I had feared most is begining to shine its light upon us. We have a mole among us."

Crimson fluids bathed the duo of Skyler and Wyvern. Both, baptised in the blood of a fellow student who had fallen to their mighty hands. Skyler's words struck cords within his friends, unexpected and rather unfathomable. A mole. Or in simple terms, a spy. "A mole? But why? How come?" Kieran as usual was dumbstruck. Both mentally and physically. "Well, it's only an assumption. But the possibilities are there, almost too high." The owner of the dramatic thread of words spoke once more. This time, with a sigh. Hope was beginning to wane, yet his perseverance had not shifted in the slightest. "Yeah that shit possible. Could be that ass nigga Parthenos." As vulgar as usual, Wyvern pointed out before finally standing up. Blood, dripping from his red dreads; they looked natural with the new paint job. "Is Evan fine? Check up on her." Skyler ordered. With haste, the youngest charged into the office and started a search. As they waited, "Shit be messed up. Can't believe Kieran is exposed to such shit at such an early age." Skyler uttered. Wyvern watched and brought out his own, "Well, you know what they say, spill guts early and you'll luckily find fresh food." Wyvern concluded. "No one says that nigga." Skyler stared with a blank expression, almost dropping his lips to the ground. "Well, they do now." The shorter of them ended it with a shrug.

"She's safe! She's just shook." From within the room came Kieran's elevated voice. The duo outside darted towards the staff office and finally reached its open door. Once they entered, they witnessed her folded into a corner with her arms hugging her bent knees so tightly she shivered. Her eyes, moons. "She's shook. Get her to a safe spot, is what I would've said. It's getting so damn late, it's cold and we got no beds—" Before he could complete his statement, a sudden thought struck his thinking cap. This was evident as he tucked his head backwards. "Right! We got a damned surplus of laundry rooms. Our clean clothes should prove to be sufficient to support some of us. I did a head count, we're exactly 45, counting Miss Araele." Wyvern uttered as he dug his right fist into his palm. "We came earlier than the others— before the apocalypse. That means, some turned back once shit got wild." His speaking had no end. Once he got into 'the zone', he could even record an entire rap song. "Aight nigga we've heard enough. Let's get going." Skyler shot through his speech and curtailed its advancement.

Approximately three hours went jogging by, the heavens never once ceased. Flushing the world with their saddening tears, it seemed endless. "Aye, this is too comfy." Within a laundry room, Kieran alerted his companions. They were all tucked into a corner with pieces of clothing knitting them together. "It do be comfy— but you too close nigga!" Whispering, Wyvern tucked Kieran away from him. "I can't help it, stop being a bitch and chill." Skyler listened to their babbling as he drowned in an ocean of thoughts. His eyes, wide open like a pair of sewer pits on the streets. He could not sleep. "Aye big dawg, you good?" With his back against the wall behind them three, his head hung.

"Yeah I'm gucci. I'm just thinking about what we'll do tomorrow. Head out and gather survivors then what? Will we do that for the rest of our lives? Where's our future at? Do we even have any? I just don't see us getting that far, especially with the virus, possibly, already flooding South Africa, and quite possibly, the whole damn world."

His words were heavy, heavy with the indistinguishable truth. He spoke truth, however, at the same time, he was not looking for any positive outcomes. Wyvern noticed that and had to bring it out. "Well, yeah, I too don't see any future. But I ain't lost no hope like you, a bitch, just did. Who knows, a rescue team might arrive from our neighbouring countries and they might save us. Remember, them niggas be advanced as fuck. Something like this won't just happen and go by without them noticing something. Yes, I'm talking about America." Kieran and Skyler listened attentively, with Evan fast asleep, eating on her snores just beside them. "Talk no jutsu ass nigga. You always got shit to say, it's so annoying." Skyler brought out before hitting his head against the wall.

"This ain't Naruto nigga." He pushed out a sigh.

[Visinia City, Upsilon High]
[February 13, 09:00]

Calm. The skies poured no longer. Not a single pebble of its tears dared to fall. However, clouds still hung, waiting to pounce on the earth, but only at the right time. Skyler, Kieran, Wyvern and Evan headed out of the large building. All rested up and fresh, they had to go out into the world and seek survivors. Hoping they'd find any, Skyler was much quieter than the rest, with them speaking of the possibilities of finding not a single person. "The most important thing here is finding survivors. Don't fall behind and don't go ahead of the group. Death of our comrades is what we're trying to avoid at all costs. Got it?" Once again, Skyler took charge. Even though his mind was a complete mess, he never faltered to the pressure. Instead, he utilized it and grew. Side by side, he was on the far left. To his right was Evan, to hers, Kieran and finally, Wyvern. Their classmates observed from above, safe, within a single classroom. The four finally left through the torn down gates of Upsilon.

The streets were filled with a stench never comfortable. They all blocked their noses with their sleeves, trying by all means not to take in the rot. "Damn. This shit is... wooh!" Kieran jumped, evading a few dead bodies on the streets. Blood flowed along the streets they walked on, contributing to the horrid smell. Wyvern on the other hand seemed to be lost in thought, the eldest observing him without looking towards him. A side glance at most. All four carried back packs. Within them was buried material they'd need in future. Tinned food from the cafeteria, water, injections which they knew not of their functions from the Medical Room, knives and many more. Skyler still carried the one syringe he found in the medical room with Araele. He still wondered what it was for. Eventually, they reached a building not too far away from their base. "Here. I saw a woman charge in here when we looked over the city. I'm certain." Kieran reported, taking the lead and walking ahead of his crew. "Though, she was being tailed by a single undead, I don't think she survived." They soon joined him and entered the shop.

Upon opening the door, its edge flicked a tiny bell above, creating a ring which echoed into the vacant area. Not a single sound, all four could hear each other's breathing. Slowly, Skyler walked ahead of them. His right hand grappled onto a crimson axe, still fresh, taken from one of the emergency glassss affixed onto the walls at school. His first step crunched a piece of glass. He stopped in his track before taking a deep breath. They followed behind him, as slow as he was. His second, his third, and eventually his seventh. His seventh was met with the edge of a wall which turned left. He calmly walked towards said edge and observed the hallway with a peak. His right hand signalled to the rest to stop. Until...

"Wwrrryyyyyyy!!"

The undead. A zombie immediately popped out of the ceiling above! Skyler tilted his head to meet with the descending figure, but was interrupted by the granules of white which fell from it. "Sky!" Kieran yelled, breaking into his space and colliding with his hips to move him out of the way. Wyvern followed next with his black machete in hand, which he sent slashing through the zombie's neck, cleanly decapitating it before swaying the greenish blood off. "Filth." Its head rolled on the ground, all over to Evan's feet. She watched it without emotion, seemingly derived of earthly thoughts. She was already deeply scarred by events prior to this. She moved her feet and soon rejoined with her crew. "Death... Death... Death..." She repeated over and over again.

"You alright king? That was a rough call." Kieran soothed his brother's head with a gentle rub. He bled from hitting his head against a demolished flowerpot. "Yeah I'm good. Let's keep moving." Skyler was nowhere near done. His determination was otherworldly. Soon, they all walked deeper into the shop. The deeper they got, the more the lights above them flickered. It was getting much creepier as each step went on. Suddenly, the power cut off completely. Swiftly, the eldest retrieved a flash light and illuminated the darkness ahead until a loud, babyish cry scarred their ear drums. Upon calling them out, the group rushed towards the source, taking a huge right after meeting with a wall of blood. They rushed, their breaths looking to fall. Soon after their short yet sharp run, they were met with the image of a young woman wrapped around her young. She hung onto her child for dear life. "Is she... dead?" The youngest of the three brothers questioned, taking note of the redness that painted the wall right behind her with a splash.