The Grandfather of the Reunion

Prologue 2-8

The Marauders

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[Hosea and Gordon sacrificed themselves to lead a horde of those ravenous flesh eaters away, deterring a great chunk of them, but not all of them. A mob numbering the fifty was able to fixate their movement at the retreating non-liquidators. York could see a group of six of them hiding inside a building, and miraculously dodged the stampede of death.]

[Daniel drives as fast as he can, but maybe the direction towards the camp would be later, as leading these freaks, and then some, will be dangerous.]

[As the mob closes in, York cocks back the bolt of the machine gun turret, and aims at the mob. Unfortunately, he's a fireman, not a soldier, he's never heard of the phrase 'Conserve your ammunition, dumbass.' He sprays wildly, into the mob. Swinging the thing around, not at all being accurate, but being able to take out a chunk of them before Daniel speeds off.]

Frost: "We can't lead these...ghouls to camp!"

York: "I'm doing everything I can here!" *He says as his suit flaps against the wind, as well as the initial shockwave of the bullet travelling terminal velocity out of the barrel.*

Daniel: "Try searching the chest! Hosea must've kept something in there!"

[Frost scours the chest, and although a realistic human being would just throw his stuff away to find what it needs, Frost just pushes it away, naturally freezing his stuff. It's mostly just clothing and a few extra guns that he kept for himself, as well as some ammunition, but there's also a whiskey bottle full of gas and kerosene, with a piece of clothing wrapped around the neck.]

[Frost is unfamiliar with this, but upon reading several pages of a book about the zombie apocalypse, she deduced that this is-]

Frost: "A molotov cocktail? Now where did he get this?"

York: "I don't know! But throw it!"

Frost: "Lighter! I need a lighter!"

York: "Use my canister."

[Frost, with the delicate poor man's grenade on her palm, scrambled to York's decontamination flamer. She grabs it by the fuel tube, and aims the torch at the cloth wrapped around the cocktail, and soon enough, the cloth was engulfed in flames.]

Frost: "Make way, York!"

[York stops firing and give space for Frost to throw her grenade. She had thrown a projectile once, that being snowballs, compact ice, and probably icicles, but this one is contradictory to her arts. As the flame slowly turns to blue due to how Frost's grip is enough to freeze the entire bottle, she lobs it downwards, making a large pool of gasoline fire.]

[Apparently, a pool of fire is enough to stop the horde, as they immediately halted, but a few of them tripped, and was engulfed in flames. York and Frost were breathing really heavily as they take off their gas masks, and revealed theirselves. York still kept his on, but just the hood part, revealing his messy brown hair.]

[The barrel of the machine gun smokes and glows red, slowly calming down and returning to its original colour. Frost and York then sat down, trying to breathe as it was consumed by adrenaline. Frost takes a water bottle from her bag, and empties it all out, instinctively.]

Daniel: "You guys did it. Now back to camp for us."

Frost: "What about Hosea? And Gordon?"

Svetlana: "We unfortunately just have to wait for them to come back to camp, we can't risk another one of those...things following us, and compromising the camp itself. Don't worry, we have a deadline of six to nine days, I'm sure they can come back before it reaches like...six days or so."