Final Crisis

Chapter 3

Finn squinted, seeing the familiar brick sign by the road.

Chergrove
The town of futures!
Since 2025

Though now, there were all kinds of graffiti and things scribbled onto it.

Weird drawings, phone numbers, strange requests, it pained him to see a comforting sign so full of... peculiarities.

"Don't listen to the government."

"Follow Bermuda!"

"Anyone wanna spend the last couple days on Earth in pleasure? Hit me up"

They rode past it, ignoring the several bodies scattered around the sign.

"Where do you think we should start?" Russell asked.

"Don't know," Finn stretched, "The police station is on the other side of town. Only place I can think of right now that might be a shelter."

"What about the college?"

"That's out of town. And besides, we should go there at a different time, in case we can't find anything in the town."

Russell nodded, and they rode further down into town.

They looked around, noticing how different everything looked.

Many windows were smashed, and from what they could see, many of the insides of buildings were messes, furniture thrown around.

The street was full of abandoned cars, many of them beaten up and destroyed.

Metal barrels full of fire scattered across sidewalks, and messages written on walls.

"Screw the government!"

"Where the hell is the help?" followed by a painted U.S flag with a slash through it.

"Deborah, if you're reading this, I'm near that warehouse"

"Ed is king of the zombies!"

"There's dogs EVERYWHERE" accompanied by several corpses of dead dogs at the bottom of the wall.

"Can anyone please find my son?"

They saw a man slumped on a building, badly beaten and wounded, a bullet hole through his head.

Above him on the wall was "Day 1 2 3 4".

"Stop!" Raphael shouted, and they all skidded to a halt.

"What the hell is that?" Juliet said.

In front of them, stretching across the street was a fat line of thick, blue sludge.

Finn grimaced. "It smells like shit, whatever it is."

Raphael got up and poked it with his machete, getting a sliver of the sludge on the tip.

He looked at it up close, then pulled it away from him as a strong stench hit him.

"Maybe it's zombie shit," Raphael joked, scraping the sludge off on the ground.

Finn pointed at it. "I think I've seen that stuff before. They don't know how, but people say some types of zombies create it. Weird ones. I think it can infect you."

They turned around to go down a different road, as the sidewalks were blocked by flipped cars.

They biked farther, passing by a pizza place they used to always go to.

They stopped to look at it, seeing the windows smashed, tables flipped inside, and bodies in the parking lot. Some were on top of cars.

"I really wish I couldn't see anything..." Russell muttered.