dark rain

chapter two

John made it to his nieghborhood his feet ached leg muscles burned he felt like he had lead wieghts in his legs and chest he had put down a couple more afflicted he saw his house with a afflicted beating at the door he tapped his mail box to get the things attention it turned to him it was his former nieghbor carl who groaned at him stumbling down the stairs and collapsing in the yard john delivered a strong swing impeding the axe into carls skull he turned seeing a dozen afflicted started toward him from around the nieghborhood he put each down with his M4 once the last one dropped he slung his rifle back on his back he walked to his front door and used his house key to unlock the door he opened the door and walked in he was looking down the barrel of his ruger 22 rifle aimed at him by his wife lora who stood in blue jeans a white t shirt she blond hair was tied back her body shook in fear and was sweating heavily she lowered the weapon she looked exhausted. "John." She gasped tears building in her eyes she rushed over to him wrapping him in a tight embrace the rifle clattered to the floor he wrapped her in a tight embrace kissing her neck and rubbed her back crying he kicked the door closed before the two slid to the floor both sobbing. "I quit my job honey." John sobbed jokingly. She burst into a half laugh half cry. "Its okay we'll figure it out." She cried.
Carter walked down the street to his comic shop which he had closed and locked up when he had gone to the store to his relief the door was intact he unlocked the door entering the shop it was dark but empty he relocked the door heading up stairs to his apartment he opened his apartment door and grabbed every comic about zombies to read each of them he pulled on a thick rain coat grabbing a green katana it was custom made costed him most of his life savings so it wasnt of low quality or a remake from a tv show it was the real thing.
He pulled on the rain coat and went outside but after seeing a approaching afflicted woman he drew the revolver that he had recovered from the van. He took aim shooting blowing out a car window behind the infected he fired again taking out the two story window getting a loud curse from someone living inside. "Sorry!" He yelled he fired a third shot hitting the ground at the womans feet he fired a third shot and blow off the fingers on the creatures left hand the final round struck the woman in the jaw making her stumble back but stayed up right and kept coming despite losing half its lower jaw. "Shit." He muttered stuffing his pistol into his pocket he approached the infected woman and with a sickening expression he jammed his sword into the things mouth going through the roof of its mouth into its brain ending it he pulled the blade out of its head as it collapsed to the ground he went to the shop grabbing hatchets replicas not real ones he hacked away at the things chest arms and throat. "I got food up here sonny trust me you probably dont want to munch on that!" Came the man from the second story building. "Its not for food!" He yelled using his gloved hands and rubbed the gore all over his rain coat. "Dumbass!" The man yelled. "It works in TWD!" He screamed back once he was sufficiently covered he got up and walked around the corner holding his sword in hand as he walked down the street shambling and moaning like the afflicted did the ghouls looked at him and started heading toward him he tried to keep his distance but sure enough the things werent fooled he cursed and swung at the creatures heads the first swing only went half way through the neck of the first he kicked the afflicted back he stabbed at the second in the head the blade cut through the flesh but skidded off the skull he cursed unlike what it showed on tv the human skull and necks were thicker than it showed and he hadn't used enough force he swung a second time taking the second afflicteds head off he then stabbed the first in the head killing it instantly it took him a bit to work the blade back out of its skull he let out a groan stripping out of the rain coat making a note to burn it later. "Moron!" Came the man again who laughed at him he flipped the man off as he stormed back into the store to do more research.
Jason checked the truck in his garage and to his amazement it turned over and came to life he turned off going to the back he grabbed a gas can and filled the tank he put whats left in the truck bed he went to his gun safe entering the combination he pulled out his m4-A1 rifle loading the weapon with a freshly loaded magazine he sat it aside he picked up his blaser r93 sniper rifle he loaded the weapon and ensured it was ready to fire he carried the rifles to the truck loading them up he went back to the safe and loaded his 9mm sig and glock he drew his 38 special revolver loading it he sat the pistols aside on the bed he drew his mp5 loading the weapon and loaded it in the truck he pulled on his thick combat pants and jacket pulling on his bullet proof vest he holstered his 1911 in the primary holster in his gunbelt he holstered his 9mm glock in a chest holster while stuffing the sig into the back holster at the small of his back sheathing a knife on vest a second in his belt with a third strapped to his boot he looked to his wife catherine who was eight months pregnant she watched him perpare worried. "Why do we have to leave isnt it safer to stay here?" Catherine asked. "No our generator got knocked out during the storm and we don't have much food we need to find a better place one further from the city where we can fortify." Jason said. "Where are we going to go?" She asked. "My unit did training manuvers at this out post its well stocked and the generators are kept in doors and not many know of the location so i am hoping its intact after the storm." Jason said. He handed her the 38 special not thinking she would have much cause to use it but with how things had been he didn't want her unarmed. "We have to find a safe place for the baby." Jason said. He helped her to her feet and heard scratching at the door and growling his movement through the house packing had drawn attention they needed to leave before more showed up he got her into the passenger seat he then lifted the garage door up enough for the truck to get through seeing only three in the street and heard the one at the door coming for the garage he debated on taking them out but decided against it he got into the driver seat and started the truck.
He drew the sig from his back and placed it in the door holster he drove out of the garage evading the afflicted in the road and drove down the road leaving their home behind.
John and lora laid in bed relaxing in eachothers arms for a while it was probably the best sleep he had in days maybe weeks before the black rain.
A cry broke the silence and the moment it was john and loras daughter but what would normally just be a signal to feed their daughter or change a dirty diaper was a dinner call to the afflicted lora ran down the hall to their daughters room to sooth her while john retrieved his rifle and went to the window john had killed the afflicted that had come out when he had fired his rifle but that had been hours ago more could have wandered in he checked his rifle he had grabbed his 22 rifle it wasn't the strongest when it came to stopping power but it could punch through a humans skull with relative ease he looked around through the window from behind the curtian being careful not to move it not wanting to draw attention to his house if his daughters cries hadnt already done that he didn't see any afflicted other than the ones he had already put down then he saw him a afflicted lumbering down the road this one hadnt turned in the rain as his cloths and skin had no darken residue on it inside he sported a nasty gash in his shoulder that had blackened and trailed black viens up and down his neck but his eyes were the same as that of the afflicted he had seen but it didnt seem to have taken notice of his house a laugh from his daughter in the other room seemed louder than ever before and the afflicted man turned to his house and started a slow lumber over toward his house john cursed and he could start to see more afflicted in the shadows of other houses he picked up a old alarm clock it had belonged to loras mother he cranked the key in the back opening up the window enough to throw the device and chunked it as far as he could he managed to land it in a nieghbors back yard the alarm rang out and the afflicted man turned to go investigate it john closed the window quietly and let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding he rested the rifle against the window he walked away going back to his wife who had managed to silence their child with a bottle john gave her a reassuring smile which she returned. "We can't stay here." He said in a whisper. "Where would we go?" She asked in just as low of a whisper. "I dont know but we can't stay here the house wont hold we have limited water and food and we have no way to reinforce the doors or windows." John said. "But we need a destination john." Lora said. "I will come up with something." John said.
John cooked a can of chilli on a propane cooker he used when camping once the chilli was cooked he made loras plate and went out to the garage using a flashlight to check on his old truck he hadnt used it in a month he checked the battery with a meter and found it had a charge he didnt start the truck not wanting to attract the afflicted outside he loaded the two jugs of water a bag of containing his canned food he loaded his shovel and what ammo he hadn't loaded into magazines or clips his m4 had only ten rounds left and no ammo to replace refill it he had two pistols from jones and franco a berreta from Franco and jones glock the both were 9mm he had his personal side arm a sig that used 38 super which he had three boxes of ammo for he had loaded the four magazines he only had one box of rounds for the two 9mm pistols he managed to load the two magazines he had expended during his excursion to the pharmacy he still had the extra clips he had gotten from the officer he had put down on the way home he would give one of the pistols to lora while the third would be a hide out piece in case his primary pistol the sig was out of reach or unable to be drawn he would be able to draw it hid the glock under steering wheel angled to be drawn as he stood outside with the door in front of him he wasn't stupid thinking a door could stop a bullet but it would keep his hands out of sight and help him catch muarders by surprise. Lora brought his m70 hunting rifle he accepted ensuring it was loaded he put it in the floorboard. "What did you decide?" She asked softly. "We can head out to the country find a farm or a cabin something we can secure easily and out of the way." He said softly. Lora didnt look really convinced but didnt argue she knew staying wasnt a option.
Jason and catherine drove down the road stopping when they saw a woman crying in the road over the body of a man in a business suit the woman pleaded for help jason looked past the woman and saw several cars had been moved around off the road it made seeing past them difficult the womans luggage had been thrown about in the ditch.
Jason put the truck in reverse. "What are you doing?" Catherine asked. "Get down and stay low." Jason ordered as he quickly realized that just backing up wasnt a option as he saw shadows moving behind the vehicle he grabbed his m4A1 pulling the charging bolt back and let it slide home he ensured Catherine had done what he had ordered he then got out of the truck he took aim at where he guessed the first man was he fired off a three round burst the bullets punched through the car one of them had found a target a man yelled out in pain three more figures jumped up out of cover jason snapped his rifle up firing in quick succession he took one man out with a trio of rounds one entered the mans throat the second destroyed the mans jaw the third replaced the mans nose with a hole and evacuated his brains out the back of his head that one had a shotgun which he hadnt even finished pumping the second man had tried to climb over the car with a crowbar one round tore into the mans inner thigh the second entered his gut the final round tore into the mans right cheek he dropped to the ground with his crowbar in hand the final man had managed to pop off a shot that struck at jasons feet as three rounds tore into his chest dropping him the first man jason had hit was still screaming in agony he walked around the car seeing the man crawling toward a rifle he had dropped when he was hit a bloody hole showed where jasons shot had hit him in the shoulder jason whistled and the man stopped. "How many have you killed with this trap?" Jason asked. "Fuck you!" The man screamed jason heard a growling from the tree line and looked to see four hounds emerging from the bursh their fur mostly gone skin blackened from the rain black fluid leaked from their snarling mouths their dead eyes locked onto the two men jason aimed at the mans leg firing a single shot into the back of the mans thigh which made the man scream out louder Jason then backed away as the hounds charged at the screaming man biting ripping and tearing into the mans body allowing jason to get back to his truck he went to the woman who flenched away from him he drew a ziptie he grabbed her wrist and bound them behind her feet. "Behave and i will cut you loose later." Jason said he carried the woman back to the truck knowing the hounds wouldn't be distracted much longer he put the woman in the truck bed he then got back into the driver seat closing the door putting the truck in drive and out of reverse he drove the truck past the blockade leaving the hounds to their meal.
Carter pulled on a suit of samurai armor from his collection it provided him protection against the afflicted he sheathed his sword and kept it strapped to his belt he had practiced drawing the blade several times until he could do so effortlessly he sheathed a tanto blade to his leg he then put steel tomahawks in his belt he grabbed a bow and a quiver of arrows which held thirty arrows in the quiver he checked the pistol in he had gotten from the van it took him a moment to open the cylinder he and a little longer to figure out how to eject the spent rounds all the guns in his shop were replicas and they didn't work and he didn't have any ammo to replace the bullets he sat the pistol down picking up one of the spent casings and inspected it. "What kind of bullet is this?" He asked no in general he stuffed his bag full of cloths food and bottle water he also stuffed bags of weed into his bag along with a bag of already rolled joints he pulled his bag onto his back and he stuffed the revolver into a holster he had from display he had in the shop he then walked out of his shop. "See ya dick head!" He yelled to the second story window he had shot out earlier but he saw a figure approach the window who fell out of the window landing on the sidewalk making carter cringe but the man started moving and twitching it was a older man balding and he was naked besides the cuts from falling the body was undamaged it wasn't until the thing got up that he saw what had caused the mans demise the mans privates were missing only a black gash remained he had never felt sorry for a zombie before but in this case he made a exception for this one he drew his sword and stabbed the thing in the head ending its miserable existence he saw a woman drop on to the pavement from the same window its mouth covered in red blood it had a knife in its chest he flicked the blood from the blade and approached the crawling afflicted he stabbed the woman in the top of the head ending her existence as well. "That is for the mans dick you bit off even in the zombie apocalypse thats a party foul." Carter said.
He used a cloth to clean the blade he poured bleach on the blade to sanitize the blade he then sheathed the blade. He started walking down the street looking down the street he saw over a dozen afflicted beginning to lumber toward him he had no desire to fight a dozen of them so he just kept walking so far he hadn't seen any of the afflicted run so far so he could stay ahead of them simply by walking and he could find a way to avoid them later.
John was woke by a crash from the living down stairs he heard his daughter start to cry he and lora scrambled out of bed he grabbed his axe he opened his bedroom door a crack looking out in the darkness he didnt see any movement and could hear movement from down stairs. He looked to lora her fear was clear in her eyes only overshadowed for concern for their daughter. "Get christy i will handle downstairs get her back to this room lock the door until i come back." John whispered. "What if you dont?" Lora asked. John was silent for a moment. "Lock it until i come back." John said. He opened the door and headed to the stairs the sounds of something shuffling around in the dark was getting louder he whistled and got a moan in response he slowly and cautiously crept down the stairs keeping his back to the wall he saw a lone figure moving through the kitchen he saw the back door had been smashed in and his back fence gate had been knocked open he cursed the rusted gate lock.
He looked around not seeing anymore afflicted only the one and figured it was a lone roamer. It started toward him and gave a powerful swing striking the afflicted man in the head cracking its skull killing it he retrieved the axe only to be tackled by a dark figure he hit the floor with a thud his axe disappearing in the darkness he felt his hand enter a wet moist hole in a afflicteds throat barely holding back a snapping mouth he reached around for the axe but couldnt find it he cursed as the afflicteds hands grasped at his white shirt leaving brown stains but its fingerless hands couldn't get a grip he got a grip on what he guessed was the afflicteds spine he managed to get a foot on the things chest and gave it a kick he heard a crack and the afflicteds body went limp but the head continued to snap at him he threw the body off him and finally managed to locate his axe he picked it up and swung the axe down ending the snappers undead life. He looked to the back door and saw the form of one of his Nieghbors a large six foot four man with a bald head he had worked at a gas station in one hand he held a bloody wrench in the other he held a hammer john hadn't seen the afflicted use weapons before it didn't mean they couldn't he gripped the axe two handed. "Say something." John said.
The man let out a bellowing growl baring his blood stained teeth he surged forward swinging the wrench which john managed to side step the hammer nearly caught john in the head but he managed to dodge it he struck the afflicted with the blunt head od the axe under its jaw jamming its jaw shut knocking the afflicted backward but it righted itself john swung the axe hitting a dining room chair sending it crashing away he did hit the afflicted man in the knee but hitting the chair had robbed him of much of the force the blow needed and instead of bringing the afflicted down the axe blade bit down and got stuck it the things knee john kept his grip on the axe and moved to side managing to wrench his weapon free of the thick muscled leg the afflicteds own movement trying to twist to follow him did the rest of the work as the damaged knee gave and the massive afflicted crashed to the floor john caught a wrench strike to his thigh that made him yell out in pain and knocked him to the floor the afflicted man started to clumsily start crawling toward him. John swung the axe but was jarred by the axe blade striking the dinning room table and getting stuck again.
John cursed and tried to free his weapon but instead the wooden handle came free from the axe head. "You got to be kidding me?!" John yelled frustrated as the afflicted grew ever closer he struck the thing in the head like he was using a bat dazing the thing long enough for john to get to his feet he then brought the handle down with all his force plunging it straight through the things skull finally killing it his thigh burned and screamed at him but he knew he had to move more undoubtedly heard the fight and would be coming and now he didn't have a melee weapon.
He noticed the dead machanic had a bite wound on his neck and the wrench and hammer had been permanently affixed to the mans hands as his fingers were nailed into the hammer and tapped heavily around the wrench which gave him a bad feeling he heard movement up stairs and turned to investigate.
He hubbled up stairs going to his room but seeing lora and christie not there he went to the nightstand retrieving his sig he ensured it was loaded and a round was chambered he turned on his sigs flashlight and advanced to his daughters open bed room inside he saw a figure in a messy blue jumpsuit like the afflicteds down stairs and knew who this was. "Greg." John stated. The man turned to him sweat covered his face but he could tell that greg was not a afflicted but he did have a crazed look in his eye. "I thought benny killed you." Greg said. "Close but no cigar i am guessing my gate didn't open on its own you opened it you broke my back door and you lead those things inside you son of a bitch." John said in a low growl. "Benny was slow the other two made it in before him but you messing with them allowed my ass to sneak past you now what happened to my brother?" Greg demanded. "I did what you should have you sick fuck." John said.
John noticed greg held a double barrel shotgun and he also saw it wasnt cocked back to fire and greg held it like a snake that was about to bite him one handed arm outstretched in front of him with poor trigger discipline but he did have it aimed at his family.
John never thought himself capable of murder he had put jones down because he begged him to he put william down because he was too infected to save both mercy killings both morally justified greg was different he was physically healthy he wasnt infected or in danger of turning all of that meant nothing to john in that moment as he squeezed the trigger his pistols discharge was loud in the room the round entered right above his right temple and exited out his left eye socket spraying christies wall with the mans brains christie started crying from the loud noise and lora covered her mouth in shock.
John stepped forward walking with a limp he picked up the shotgun and looked to lora. "You okay?" John asked. It took a moment for lora to nod to get over her shock at the fact john had shot someone in front of her in front of their daughter and he hated to think greg wouldn't be the last person he would be forced to shoot.
He ushered his wife and daughter out of the room grabbing the diaper bag they went to their bed room where. He tossed the shotgun on the bed he stripped out of his bloody shirt pulling on jeans and a black muscle shirt he grabbed his black combat vest and gun belt putting them both on he holstered his sig and picked up his 1022 ruger carbine and headed down stairs he saw another afflicted had wandered in he took aim and fired the 22 round punched into the creatures head not exiting but doing the trick he saw three more in the back yard at the gate and heard scratching at the door he fired again taking out the closest afflicted he fired a second time killing the second closet he fired a third time killing the third afflicted before they reached the garage he opened the garage door and made sure it was clear before ushering lora inside he shut and locked the garage door as lora strapped christie into the backseat john passed lora the rifle drawing his sig as he pulled the garage door open he immediately jumped back as grasping hands of a afflicted man grabbed at him he put three rounds in the creatures chest knocking it back he then put two more into its head he shot another in the head that was lumbering into the drive way he popped a third in his yard lora screamed for him to get into the car he holstered his pistol getting in the driver seat shutting the door as did lora on the passenger side he started the truck put it in drive and sped out of the garage feeling a thump as they ran over a corpse before getting on the road and driving away.
Carter heard the moans behind him looking back the horde had grown he guessed there were thirty or fifty of the ghouls he had been walking through the night and the sun had just come up in the sky his legs ached and muscles burned he didnt know how much longer he could go without rest he knew he couldn't fight the horde and his attempts to shake them had failed he saw a semi truck he checked it and the door opened he climbed inside shutting and locking the door he crawled into the back of the truck where the driver would have slept he saw the drivers body outside the truck the black rain had gotten him but he hadn't risen until now as he shifted in the black sludge.
Carter stripped off his weapons and laid down on the bedding ignoring the odd smell in the cap he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep despite the moans and growls pulling and pushing on the truck but he slept for several hours resting his exhausted body when he came to he heard a rattle of gunfire several rounds shattered the windows of the truck carter fell into the floorboards as bullets punched through the trucks side the myth of semi trucks being bullet proof was bullshit the rounds tore through the thin metal siding of the truck shredding into the seat blowing stuffing out of the old leather bedding he felt something slice through the top of his back it wasnt a direct hit but it was a graze that burned like hell the gun fire ended and the moans and groans were silent a hand reached into the truck and disengaged the lock as a woman with white hair came into the truck only to get a shotgun barrel pointed to her chin most likey the weapon the truck driver had kept in the truck as it was a short double barrel with the barrels on top and under eachother she showed her hand to the wide eyed man in the truck bed. "Easy." She said. "You shoot up a semi and i am so suppose to take it easy?!" Carter yelled. "Do you see a rifle on me?" She asked. Carter looked her over and she gave him a knowing look. "Yeah they are still outside." The woman said.
Carter blew out a breath and passed the weapon to her she snapped the shotgun open and showed carter the empty chambers. "Your not a gun guy?" She asked. "I just found the thing." Carter grumbled. "Hey v you good in there?" Came a older mans voice. "Yeah wally i am good we got a samurai in the truck." V called back. The passenger door opened and bald African american climbed in wearing a football jersey the man held a rifle that looked like the m4 john had used in his other hand he held a revolver wrapped in a rag. "A samurai no shit?" The man said looking at carter in the armor. V saw carters various bladed weapons and gestured for him to pass them up carter complied without much of a choice the two in the front seat took the weapons and passed them to people outside the truck the last weapon he had was the katana he passed it up to the woman who took she spotted the arrows and pointed to them. "You shot my bow." He said showing the ruined bow v took the arrows climbing out of the truck the football player helped carter out of the truck carter winced from pain as he moved feeling where a bullet had grazed right next to his left shoulder blade a little lower it might have been a kill shot a woman wearing a paramedic uniform approached with a first aid kit.
She drew a black revolver opening the cylinder showing carter it was loaded she closed it and pointed it to his leg. "My name is amie i can treat your injuries i am going to ask you questions but first i am going to tell you rules and what will happen if you break them." She paused to let her words to sink in. "If you are bit you will be shot if you were hit by the black rain you will be shot if you attack me you will be shot if try to take my gun you will be shot if you try to grab my ass or breast i will shoot you in the dick." Amie explained. Carters eyes were wide at all the ways he could get shot and nodded his compliance. The woman brightened up cheerfully. " great strip and show me your wound." Amie said warmly.
Carter looked at the group there were twelve all together the woman v looked familar but he couldnt place where he had seen her before he recoginized the football player Ezekiel rogers a senior in a collage football team the rhinos there was a older man in ragged cloths a assault rifle cradled in his hands he stripped out of the samurai armor pulling off his green hoodie and then his shirt turning to amie who opened her medkit she used guaze to clean the blood she poured alchole on the wound and that made carter wince in pain. "Sorry." Amie said she took out a suture kit and slowly stitched carters back closed. "I saw you at the store you the cop and the other two guys with that chick." V said as she approached handing him a canteen he accepted it and took a long drink he passed it back to her. "I thought i had seen you before." Carter said wincing as amie finished her work. She bit of the thread and put a bandage over the wound. "You should be fine." Amie said getting up collecting her kit and walked off.
Carter pulled his cloths and armor on. "Why the armor?" V asked. "Gives me a chance if one gets me before i get it." Carter said
V nodded pulling the katana sheathed from her back she handed it back to him. "Viola is my name but we wont be giving you the guns back we got people who actually know how to use them." Viola said. "My hatchets and other blades?" Carter demanded. "We have people who need weapons." Viola said. "Consider it payment for the save and first aid." Amie called. "I wouldnt need the first aid one of you hadnt shot me!" Carter called back. "You can come with us to my family house its a safe spot." Viola said. Carter shrugged he didnt have any better ideas.
Jason heard thunder rumble in the sky that had turned dark he pulled the truck under a large tree killing the engine he opened his door he hauled the woman out of the back of the truck bed his supplies was covered in a tarp he put the woman in the back seat before getting back into the truck as the rain started falling. "Is it starting again?" Catherine asked. "It looks like it." Jason said he rolled his window down turning on a small flash light tossing it into the field but to jasons surprise the light stayed active despite the rain hitting it. "Why did you do that?" Catherine asked. "Black rain kills electronics i saw a flash light die instantly when touched by the black rain." Jason explained he put the truck in drive and continued on the rain was normal water a normal spring shower he let out a breath of relief. "Can you cut me free please!" The woman pleaded. "No." Jason said he saw a line of military vehicles humvees three of them in total they were coming from the direction jsson had been heading in.
the three fifty caliber machine guns were unmanned and the hatch sealed the humvees maneuvered to cut him off one came to their right while one slowed and came to the left the one that cut them off in front and slowed forcing jason to step on the brakes they forced him to slow to a stop soldiers emerged from the humvee rifles trained on him and his wife he showed his hands a soldier opened the door spotting the handgun stashed there he retrieved it and gestured for him jason to step out he kept his hands visible but the soldier saw his military gear and the seal patch on his shoulder with his captain pin on his collar. "Captain!" The soldier called a familar looking man approached he had dark skin a shaved head and clean shaven face the man looked at him in disbelief the ma was cole martins a lieutenant from jasons time in the service but judging by his new rank on his uniform he had been promoted to captain. "Stand down!" Martin called before saluting jason. "Captain its good to see your alive sir." Martin said. "Where are you heading?" Jason asked. "We lost the training base to a horde of those things we were all that managed to get out." Martin explained. Jason cursed a little his plans ruined they heard the sound of another engine of a truck that came over the hill slowing as it approached martins six men took up firing positions on the new truck which came to a stop the driver side door opened and the driver showed his hands. "Don't shoot i have a child on board!" Came a voice jason recognized. "John!" Called jason john looked past his trucks door and fogged over window and saw jason not recoginizing him at first in full military gear with a hood pulled up. "Jason!?" John called back. "Lower your weapons i know him he helped me survive my first couple nights in the black rain." Jason said to martin. "Stand down." Martin called his men did as ordered his men did as ordered.
John looked at lora inside the truck giving her a reassuring smile. "I know one of these guys i would be dead without him give me a minute." John explained he shut the driver side door leaving his rifle in the cap he slowly walked over to the soldiers hands away from his sig. He nodded to jason who nodded back to him. "John carson this is captain cole martin leader of these men. Captain martin john carson a veteran himself." Jason said making the introduction john offered a hand for shaking and martin shook it but eyed him cautiously. "You seem to be moving with a limp john you okay?" Martin asked. "Yeah got a nasty bruise from a wrench when i had to fight a asshole who broke into my house." John explained. "That sucks man." Martin said. "Yeah it sucked for him more i got a bruise he got a bullet." John said. "Where are you heading?" Martin asked. "Theres a old training base out in the country i was hoping we could hunker down there for a while." John said. Jason shook his head with a sad smile. "I had the same thought but its not a option." Jason said. A soldier handed john a poncho which he gladly accepted pulling it on to protect him from the rain. "The base as been over run we were performing exercises when the black rain hit we managed to hold them off for a while but once the rain ended we had a breach and used humvees that were in a garage to escape the hordes." Martin explained john cursed having to think of a new plan. "Whats the military doing about this mess?" John asked. Martin shook his head. "We lost all contact satellite landline and cellular its all gone so i dont know what the response will be or if there is one as far as i can tell all our infrastructure is gone." Martin said. "We should find a place to hold up for a while until we get more information." Jason advised. "Any ideas sir?" Martin asked jason. John let out a sigh of frustration. "The old high school three stories easily defensible doors can be secured and we can park the vehicles where they are out of the rain also the generators for the school is in the basement." John suggested jason nodded his approval and looked to martin who nodded. "Load up men we are going to school." Martin ordered.
They all returned to their vehicles and started turning their vehicles around heading back to the city they had already fled from once.