The Green Flu

The Green Flu - Finale

The four humans running through the mall were in fact the only ones still alive, still unaffected. They ran from the blazing fire that had erupted quite suddenly behind them. One of them was carrying four cans of gasoline and it was only once they had reached the exit leading to the parking lot did the one called Devon speak up. The first anyone had spoken since the fire began.

"Okay, Blake you carry the gas cans. I don't know how many Infected are going to be down there, but every shot is going to echo and attract the attention of everything down there." His voice was commanding, but still understanding. The tone was more somber than it was before.

"Everyone, Blake is our priority. We need to make sure he gets through that parking lot. If anything gets too close to him, shoot it." He continued and everyone nodded. It was clear Devon was the leader of the group.

Blake had left his crowbar back at the store currently engulfed in flames and Micheal had just dropped his bat. Alexis handed him the gun, not the one she had used to shoot the can in the store though. If there was any amusement or humour in the air before, it certainly isn't there anymore. The fact that the group had just lost one of their own had created a heavy burden that they all must carry now, damping all of their spirits.

"Blake is carrying the gas, so everyone keep the Infected away from him. If he goes down, then we all go down. Be careful." Devon said and everyone nodded. Then he opened the door and pushed the nearest Infected individual to the side.

Devon ran in the front, carefully aiming and shooting anything he was sure he could hit. Bodies fell fast, but many new ones ran in to take their spots quite quickly.

Micheal was beside Blake, shooting anything that got close to him. Micheal had no sign of fear in his eyes as he shot down the sick. He was no longer afraid of being attacked. He was more afraid of Blake getting hurt, which fuelled his concentration.

Alexis was at the back, shooting anything that Devon or Micheal had missed. She aimed with deadly accuracy and almost none of her bullets missed. They were running low on ammo, but they were sure to make every bullet count.

And finally Blake was in the middle of the crazy line of survivors, his eyes filled with determination. The lot wasn't filled with nearly as many Infected as the street above them was, but it wasn't empty either. There was enough Infected down there to cause Blake to worry that they're going to run out of ammo.

Every shot gave a defining sound and it only drew the attention of more Infected. But there was hope as the group soon found themselves at the end of the underground parking lot. The door was shut, but they could see inside. And quite luckily there wasn't that many Infected beyond the door.

"Everyone check your clips," Devon said and everyone did. "How many shots do we have left?"

"I've got 7," Alexis reported.

"And I've got 12," Micheal called out.

"Alright, I've got 9." Devon tried his hardest not to sound panicked. They couldn't carry the crowbar and bat with them as they shot Infected, but now they could really use a weapon. "Let's just get to that plane. If anything gets too close and you're out of ammo, just knock them down and run."

Everyone nodded and Devon pushed open the door, taking off running as soon as he did. The semi-order of running in a line together took hold again. It went Devon in the front, Micheal and Blake in the middle, and Alexis at the back. They were swift and efficient, shooting what they had to and knocking down whatever was close enough.

"Stella, we're close!" Devon yelled into the walkie talkie as he ran. "Get the plane ready! We've got four cans of gasoline!" Stella gave an "affirmative" and the group could see the lights on the plane get lit up.

The back of the plane opened up and a ramp lowered to the ground.

"You guys are going to have to get in the back." Stella explained. "I'm not risking opening a door up here at the controls." Nobody could blame her for that.

With adrenaline rushing through all of their bodies, Micheal and Alexis got onto the edge of the ramp and shot at any Infected running towards it. Devon stuck with Blake to the side of the small plane where the gas had to be deposited. Blake opened the chute and started pouring the gas into it.

"One can," Blake shouted so everyone knew how close he was to being finished. Each can took about 5 or 6 seconds to totally empty, but with more and more Infected showing up by the second, time seemed extremely precious.

"Two cans!" He exclaimed.

"I'm out!" Alexis cried and waved her gun uselessly. Everyone prayed to everything that they would get out of there.

"Please let this work!" Micheal prayed in his head. "Please let us get out of here!"

"Three cans!" Blake updated everyone and it wasn't long before Devon ran out of bullets as well.

"Micheal, it's just you!" He shouted and began to shove any infected away. Alexis was fairly safe inside the plane, but Devon was out in the open.

"Last one!" Blake cried and quickly drained the can. The minute the can was empty, he threw it to the side and ran as fast as he could to the back of he plane. Devon was only a half step behind him and as they ran up the ramp, Devon yelled at Stella to close the back and start flying.

"Perfect timing, I'm out too." Micheal said with a relieved smile. Everyone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding as the ramp was raised and the door safely shut. The plane began to wheel down the runway, knocking aside any Infected in the way. And as the plane ascended all Alexis could think was "We're safe!"

"For now."