Infected

Chapter 4

Infected: Chapter IV

I taught Finnick everything he knows, when I locked him in the cage, I tried to teach him how to talk again, how to express emotions, and how to use his amazing athletic powers for good. I suceeded. "John, there's some doggies and Infected on the street, and I think they smell us!" Finnick shouts from the window in the office. He is having trouble concealing the fact that he is salivating at the mouth. Because he can't eat normal food, his brain has the instinct, the urge, to eat flesh. Now, I have taught Finnick to eat zombie flesh only. "Okay, grab the last couple of molotovs!" I shout back, meanwhle running to the window to join him. He stops infront of me suddenly, "Wait, those are our last ones?!" FInnick notices. "Yeah, we need them!" I reply, I look out the window... Crap! I forgot to repair the hole in the barricade from yesterday! The zombies leap through the air and go through the hole in the fence, landing swiftly on the other side, the wrong side! Finnick hands me a molotov cocktail as I light the molotov with my lucky lighter and chuck it into the small group of zombies that have jumped through the hole. It smashes into the chest of a young 17-year-old Infected, sending yellow blood splattering over the window to the office where I am standing. The group of Infected catch flames, causing the weak tissue to explode. Finnick has realised that we'll need more protection than two molotvs so he hands me the shotgun loaded with the last couple of rounds- "Go crazy tiger, don't spend it all at once!" He shouts, as he wrenches open the front door. 20 zombies topple through the door like dominoes, Finnick has unstrapped his lucky baseball bat, and uses the steel bar to snap the leg of one Infected and the neck of another. I take out a few undead using one of my spare shotty shells. A zombie dog jumps out of the crowd and tries to bite my face off, as I am being knocked to the ground, I snatch a molotov cocktail off the bottom stair behind me. As I thud to the ground, I smash the bottle in the skinless dog's face, sending vodka and glass flying everywhere. With one hand I have the dog in a chokehold above me, I take my lucky lighter out of my pocket, flick the switch, and set the vodka splashed all over the dog on fire. Blood splatters my face and disorientates me. I start to feel a singing sensation on my back... I'm on FIRE!