Final Crisis

Chapter 4

"We can't go home yet!" Russell cried out, "We-we haven't found our parents yet!"

"I said we'd just be out here today for a little while," Finn said, "We have some things we've collected… it's better to go back home right now and store it. And well, it's kinda safe out here? We've only come across a few zombies so far, so I think it's viable to make multiple trips."

Raphael checked his watch. "Yeah, it's already been an hour since we've left."

"Well, we're already here! We might as well go a little farther out, please guys," Russell stammered.

He shoved his face into Finn's chest, sobbing again.

"I just wanna see them again already!"

Juliet decided to step in. "I think we should go just a bit farther, he's not wrong, we're already here, and well, I wanna see my parents too."

Finn pulled Russell off of him, deciding to wipe off his cheeks with his sleeve.

"No, Finn's right, we should go back and store our shit. I wanna see my parents too, but we might as well be a little careful right?" Raphael said.

"No, they're right, they're right," Finn steadied himself, "I guess a couple extra few minutes wouldn't hurt."

"Thank you!" Russell hugged him.

Finn smiled. "Don't worry about it."

"Alright, we'll just be out here for maybe an extra, um, ten-twenty-thirty minutes?"

"Sounds good to me," Juliet said, twirling her baseball bat.

Finn sighed, several thoughts running through his head.

Am I making the smart choice?

He decided to ignore it, deciding to think about it later.

They rode out north, passing by the usual sights.

They saw a few messages here and there, written on the street or nearby buildings, promising rescue and salvation while having arrows pointing in the direction of the daycare.

"Wonder how many people were tricked into that," Juliet said to herself.

"Zombies!" Raphael shouted, and they all stopped.

They had stopped right next to a fire station, and in front of them were two infected stumbling together.

Both were heavily damaged. The skin on their arms was mostly picked off, and they both had several bullet holes in their legs.

Raphael and Juliet ran up to take care of them, and Finn spotted another infected coming from behind a car in front of the fire station.

It was a fireman, with an axe lodged in his shoulder. His jaw hung low, and he was also riddled with bullet holes. Traces of the sludge were stuck to his suit.

His skin was even paler than the other infected they had seen, with unnaturallydark blue veins running through it.

"Alright, you got this," Finn muttered to himself.

He closed one eye and fired, landing a shot in the fireman's chest.

He stumbled, but began to jog forward towards him.

Finn cussed and shot him right in his head.

The fireman's head whipped back, and he stumbled backwards.

The fireman simply straightened himself out and looked to the ground, as if he were collecting his thoughts.

Finn shot him in the head again, but to no avail.