The Outbreak

Chapter Four: Shadow... I'm Shadow

 "I never got your name," Ghost hesitantly asked "Shadow....Im Shadow" Cheyenne had told Ghost her aliases not trusting him enough to give him her real name

"How did you get up here" ï walked" "the fuck- that's not what I meant how did you get into the school" "I climbed threw the window" ghost stated like it was obvious, Cheyenne had an irritated look in raged she yelled

"We're two stories up how the fuck did you get threw the window.... You know what, I'm done. I don't care"

"Well, Shadow, As fun as it has been, I'll just take my shit, and-"

"Hold it!" Cheyenne yelled. Ghost stopped, looking at her as she pointed the gun at him. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm grabbing my stuff," he stated. Cheyenne looked at him, shaking her head.

"This place was raided already. Renegades took every piece of valued shit and left. There's not a single thing in this place worth taking," she said. Ghost shook his head, grabbing his bag from the floor.

"Good thing I'm not here to take stuff. I left some stuff in the other room," he said. He walked past her, unfazed by the gun. She turned to him, his hair short, brown, and curly. His skin was a peach-colored tone, with small reflective hairs on the back of his neck. The mask hid every facial feature. His nose, mouth, even his voice, all hidden behind the weirdly shaped mask.

"What's the point of the mask?" Cheyenne questioned, holstering her gun. She followed Ghost outside the burnt classroom into the hallway. Once brightly colored hallways decked with students, art, and other forms of creative art were now turned black by the fire, a sulfur-ish smell filling the hallways. Cheyenne was used to this. Hell, she had spent close to half a year here, sulking through the same hallways, reliving the same moments from before the Outbreak.

"To hide," he stated plainly. There wasn't much to look at on Ghost. A simple backpack with a single arm wrapped around his shirt and jacket. The shirt was off blue, stained with blood, bleach, and months of wear and tearing at the semes unlike Cheyenne who had raided the police station and was wearing black tactical gear and tight army issued pants with her knives strapped on her thighs Barrett M82 strapped behind her back and grenades safely tucked in their rightful place. catching up to ghost they were walking to the first floor where the fire originated Cheyenne was curious about how he knew his way around the school so well but didn't question it

"Shi-" Ghost and Cheyenne had fallen through the charred floor down to a flooded basement getting herself together she stood up quickly and glanced around the room

"SHIT!" a hand was put over Cheyenne's mouth "Shut the fuck up, Shadow,"

"Don't you see were in a den of sleepers don't wake them up"

"FUCK!" Cheyenne had clawed Ghost's hand digging her nails into his skin. 'Fucking disgusting,' Cheyenne thought "Don't you... Don't touch me," Cheyenne hated being touched.

The loud noises of them arguing had woken the sleepers...

"RUN!" one had lunged at Cheyenne causing her to unclasp her knife and drive it into the beast's head. Looking back, she spotted Ghost fighting off his own heard of sleepers. The smell was intoxicating but it had all become a game to her fight, to win, and kill if you have to.

Cheyenne always enjoyed killing the monsters that roamed the city. Cheyenne ran to Ghost grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the closet nearby, shoving him in as she followed shortly after closing the door.

"ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?" Ghost said, turning around. He was panting hard, his mask hiding all emotion. "YOU JUST GOT US KILLED!" he yelled. The door shook, scratching and groaning coming from the other side. Cheyenne growled, slapping him.

"Fucking touch me again, and I'll remove all your fingers!" she whispered. The scratching stopped, the sounds of groaning distancing but the danger remained real.

"Well, how do you plan on getting us out of here?" Ghost asked. He shifted around, grabbing his knife, which was holstered across his chest. Cheyenne pulled her gun out, but Ghost quickly pushed it down.

"Maybe you are stupid," Ghost stated. "Their sleepers. They can fucking hear a pin drop, and frankly, they can hear a fucking bullet!" He said. The groaning was gone, but Ghost still remained calm.

"Look, all I'm saying is, unless we have a plan for-"

"Y'all good?" a voice said. It was dingy, soft, and static. "Hello hello? Are you dead?" the voice questioned. The pair turned around, looking at the still charging walkie-talkies. Ghost grabbed it, putting it up to his mask.

"Sierra! Thank god!" Ghost said. There was a chuckle from the other side, the female voice lowering down.

"Just so you know, that basement of yours, it's fucking packed," she stated. Ghost chuckled, creaking the door open. Forty, almost fifty were seen, and more around the corner. It was dark, the constant dripping drowned out their voice, thankfully, and distracted the herd long enough for Ghost to get a better look. Cheyenne stood there, holstering her gun but pulling her knife out.

"Got a plan, Sierra?" Cheyenne said. Ghost shook his head and asked the question.

"Well, of course, hun. There's a blown-out entrance near the north side of the basement. Seemed the military used it to park their vehicles because I'm staring at" the radio went silent. Ghost clasped his hands together, a smile forming on his face as Cheyenne lowered herself to her knees, looking past Ghost to see not only one but 5 military tanks. A row of jeeps lined the north wall. With a burnt tent standing next to the last jeep. The fact that they survived the burning flames after-

"I'm gonna give you a chance to get the fuck out of there, but it'll be small. You make sure you're asses get the fuck out, alright?" Sierra stated. Ghost gave a nod and replied with a positive yes. The door fully opened, creaking softly. Two sleepers, dressed up in normal clothes turned toward the door, their eyes melted shut by the once-mighty inferno. Ghost slammed his knife into the forehead of the Infected, while Cheyenne dug her weapon through the bottom of the chin.

Blood leaked from the Infected, but their gurgling struggles stopped, their bodies going limp as the two blades cut free and let the weightless bodies fall to the watery ground. More turned, more than either of them could take on and Cheyenne ran. Ghost turned as she bolted, running straight into the herd of infected. She grabbed her gun, smiling as she let loose.

She ran forward, lifting the gun up. Her finger pulled the trigger, letting loose a silver bullet into an Infected head. He fell, and she ran past. Ghost shook his head, running forward.

Cheyenne jumped, rolling through the water, and past two Infected, their arms swinging above her. She spun, rolling on her left knee, and fired two shots, straight into their heads. Ghost watched as she took them out, and fired his gun. The bullet whizzed past Cheyenne and straight into the head of the Infected that was walking toward her. He waved to her and ran, as she got up.

Ghost kept closely behind Cheyenne, keeping chase as she hurled herself forward, jumping into the air. With her body flying through the air, she landed one foot onto the chest of an Infected body, the standing beast holding enough weight for her to jump off his body further into the air. She rolled, landing down near the entrance of the basement, with Ghost falling behind.

Cheyenne turned around, seeing a line of Sleepers walking to him. She pulled her gun up, firing two shots. One missed, going straight into Ghost's shoulder, while the other hid dead center into the back of an Infected. Ghost cried out, dropping to his knees, blood flowing from his wound as the Infected walked forward.

Without hesitation, she fired again, but this time, her gun clicked.