The Green Flu

Chapter 22 - Micheal

"You guys are total badasses!" I told Alexis and Devon as he handed me the baseball bat back. I totally didn't mind that he just used it to kill three Infected. That was epic! And so much better than I could have done. I don't know why I just froze up back there, but good thing Devon stepped in to take over. I won't let that happen again.

"Don't get too excited," Was Devon's response. "We still need to find the way out of here." Everyone nodded and we all started walking again. It wasn't long before we came across more of those Infected. There was only two this time and they hadn't spotted us yet.

"Look!" Blake pointed to a pair of big doors behind the Infected. There was a sign above the doors that read with bright red letters 'Exit'.

"That's the way out!" Alexis said and tried to take Blake's crowbar from him.

"No, wait. I got this." Blake held on to the crowbar tightly and started walking towards one of the Infected. Then everyone turned to me and I knew I needed to get out there with him. So by the time Blake had swung his crowbar and knocked the first one down, I was running to the other Infected.

I heard Blake hit the creature painfully and swung my baseball bat back. Then just as the Infected turned to look at me with its dead, milky white eyes I hit it with all my might. The tip of the bat hit the thing right across the cheekbone and I swore I could see bone material go flying. It tripped over its own legs and fell to the ground, but it was still moving. So I raised the bat above my head and then let it fall. The creature stopped moving and Blake appeared next to me.

"Nice job. Now let's go." He grinned and then started towards the doors.

"Wait, wait, wait everyone!" Swindle called out while gazing outside a window by the doors. "You're going to want to see this."

I shot Blake a confused look as we all crowded around the window. And what we saw crushed our spirits.

There were hundreds of those Infected in the streets and down the runways of the airport. We could barely see the airport's building behind the road because the bodies were blocking it out. There was absolutely no way that we could get across the street with only two weapons and three guns with low ammo. We made it this far, but it looks like this could be the end.

"How the hell are we going to get passed that?" Blake asked the question everyone was wondering. But nobody had an answer. Just then the static sound of a radio started going off and everyone jumped.

"Hello?" A female voice crackled through and we all looked down outside the window. There was a walkie talkie in the hands of a dead man. "Peter, are you there?"

There was a pause and we all looked at each other.

"Do...we answer it?" I asked, but no one seemed to have an answer. Then Devon strolled to the doors and opened one quietly. He leaned out and grabbed the walkie talkie. He had no trouble pulling it out of the dead man's hands, so maybe he hasn't been dead for too long.

"Uh, hello?" Devon spoke into the radio after he came back inside and the shut the door. None of the Infected outside noticed, which was a miracle. 

"Peter? Is that you? Why haven't you been-"

"No, it's not Peter." Devon interrupted the voice. "Who are you?"

"...How about you first? Where's Peter?" Was the voice's confrontational response and Devon sighed.

"Well, I'm Devon. I'm here with four other people that I'm sure you've never met."

"Okay, but where's Peter? You know, brown hair. About 5'10. Do you know who I'm talking about?" The voice described someone that sounded a lot like the dead body that was holding the radio. Devon glanced out the window and then responded.

"Yeah. Listen, this Peter guy is...dead. I'm sorry to tell you, but his body is lying here very pale and lifeless." There was a long silence on the other end of the radio.

"Peter's...dead? Shit..." I could almost hear the woman on the other end taking in the fact that her friend is dead. "Dammit. I can't believe this is happening. First the planes are all gone. Then the evac stations are destroyed. Now Peter can't fill up my plane with fuel-"

"Wait, you have a plane?" Devon looked up at us with a hopeful look on his face.

"Yeah. But it's empty. It won't be going anywhere without gasoline." There was only a short pause before the voice continued. "Wait! Maybe you could help me! I mean, you probably want out of this city too, don't you?" Devon didn't even take the time to talk with us about it first. He just answered.

"Yeah. And you have a plane. Maybe we could work this out." I looked out the window and down the runways for the airports. Most of them were blocked off and one had an empty plane sitting right in the middle of it, like it was abandoned before it got into the air. But I could see the outline of a small plane at the beginning of a runway.

"Great. My man Peter was out there getting fuel before...well, when he was alive." The voice said. "I guess there were too many of those monsters around." We could hear the pilot sigh and then she continued.

"Now, I don't know where the fuel is exactly, but I know it's outside of the airport. All you have to do is find it and bring it to me. Then we can get out of this place. Got it?"

"Got it." Devon told him and for the first time today I felt like we really had a plan. Like this was really going to work out.