Don't Look Back

Chapter 2

The woods are one of the only places where you can't hear the noisey chatter of Jackson. I'm surprised that we don't attract more infected just cause of our sheer loudness.
We make our way over to our favourite spot to sit together. It's on the edge of a small mountain over looking a small frozen over stream. In the summer the river banks would be covered in flowers with various different colours and styles, all bunched up together. With our legs swinging together in unison we talk about all the things we couldn't at the cafe. Nobody would want to hear our pointless girl drama and gossip, and we also didn't want anyone else joining our conversations. Our limited time together was special and always used to the fullest.
After spending what seemed like only a few minutes but was probably just over an hour we started the infected patrol. We make sure for the 50th time that our guns are fully loaded and working. We don't want to have another Harvey Osborn situation. (He forgot to reload while being chased by a bunch of clickers and I'm pretty sure you can guess the rest).
At first the patrol was boring to say the least, but I guess that was a good thing since that meant there were no infected anywhere near. Just when we were coming to the turn around point in our trail we encountered a clicker and a few runners. With my makeshift gun silencers, Amy and I took out the three runners before I snuck up behind the one clicker and stabbed it in the neck with my switchblade. It's always easier to do it quietly as to not alert any nearby infected.
"Is that all of them?" Amy asks me while taking off the silencer. "I think so" I respond. "If you're unsure we can always venture off a tiny bit. We'll just need to radio back to Samantha to tell her we'll be a bit late. We wouldn't want to worry her."
Amy swings her bag out from behind her back and pulls out a walkie talkie. Switching the channel to 3 (which is the one for patrols) she gives Samantha the heads up that we're planning on doing exactly what we're meant to do, which is to clear the woods and surrounding areas of infected. After getting the all clear we hop on our horses and slowly walk in the direction of where the infected are.
We aren't planning on staying out much longer since Amy hates the cold. (She's from Tampa bay and I'm from Denver). I can tell she's freezing from the way she rubs her mitted hands on her arms trying to generate heat. Note to self: bring hot chocolate on our next patrol.
Good thing we kept on going. Just past where the trail ended there's an abandoned cabin that seemed to be a hotspot for all the infected in the area. There were probably at least 20 of them from runners all the way up to a shambler. I could just tell that when we found the others earlier that they were just the beginning.
We pull out all our explosive items from our bags and get ready to chuck them at the cabin. If the cabin wasn't totally decked out in gross spore shit I would have totally set up a patrol lookout here. There was something about a rusty old log cabin that made me feel at home. Even though you could barely make out the wood through the plants.
In my bag I have two Molotov cocktails and 3 different types of bombs, with my favourite being the nail gun. We each light one of the molotovs and get the nail bins ready to be tossed. "Three, two, one... throw!" I quietly whisper. We chuck the bombs from behind a fallen log and turn away from the slaughter. Personally I would love to watch, but last time I did I got pieces of infected on my face and was scarred for life.
After the screams have died down we get up to check out our work. I'm glad I wore my bad shoes cause these might be getting tossed when we get home. I try my best to dodge the guts but the floors are basically covered. "Shittttt, we got 'em good." Amy says admiring our work. "That's what happens when Amy and Bella actually work together." I respond with a smirk. "Instead of just talking and half-assing tasks like we usually do we should try more." She laughs at my comment from up ahead.
We search the whole cabin top
to bottom for supplies and non blown up infected. Nothing too amazing in the cabin sadly. Our gas masks thankfully have not been damaged in all the commotion.
As we head away from the cabin on our horses I imagine what it would have been like to own one before the world was fucked and went to shit. I can imagine coming up here with my family and arguing with my make believe brother about which room would be our's. The day dream continues all the way until we get back to Jackson.