Final Crisis

Chapter 46

Everything was quiet. The group hadn’t spoken since. The only noise came from sniffles and cries. The occasional sound of a stray infected that wasn’t brought into the swarms earlier being killed. The shuffling of feet on gravel and dirt and concrete.

They’d also taken all of the weapons he left behind, barring his pistol. Bill carried the machine gun and Finn took the machete and the buster pistol.

Finn’s leg seared in pain at first, but the sheer amount of adrenaline that had coursed through him made him barely feel the cut he received. It was odd; a feeling of adrenaline that he never felt before. He barely even limped, and the wound had stopped bleeding extremely fast.

It was somewhat relieving to the group to no longer be in the dome. They appreciated the bright lights from distant attractions much more than they previously had. Where they were now, there weren’t nearly as many places for infected to be hiding. They were still paranoid though, anticipating a sudden whistle to break the silence.

The section they were in didn’t contain very many attractions at all, not as many as they anticipated. It was actually somewhat in reconstruction, with chain link fences and hazard warnings everywhere. From what they could gather, this place was formerly closed off.

They spotted an infected propping itself up against a fence with its hand. It was wearing a construction vest and helmet. Bruce stuck his arm out to block the rest of the group.

“Careful. Those things are bulletproof nowadays…we need to conserve ammo.”

He took out his chain again and made his way to it. It caught notice of him and started walking away slowly, which caught him off guard. He ignored it and lacerated the back of its neck. It fell to the ground motionless, a chunk of flesh being ripped from it.

Two infected came unexpectedly, having climbed over one of the tarp covered fences. They were covered in what appeared to be mud. Bruce waited until they got close to him, putting all his might into his swing and unexpectedly destroying both of their heads in one blow. He cringed at all the blood stuck to his chain.

“There’s an opening over there. Over the bulldozer,” Finn said, finally speaking again. Even though it’d only been a few minutes, hearing his own voice felt unnatural after the feeling of eternity.

They made their way to it, climbing on top of it and over the fence. They dropped on the other side to another section that contained some games, and they finally caught sight of the concert stage. Only the top of it, since the rest was obscured by tents and kiosks.

As they walked forward, Juliet noticed an infected standing in between two game tents. It looked at her, salivating and smiling. Its eyes were yellow and its hair was blue, with a big, red nose.

It was a clown.

A small smile found its way onto her face, and she sighed deeply.

“For you, man,” She muttered quietly, watching the clown run to her and she struck it in the face. Sure enough, there was a honk that came from it. She smiled and looked to the sky. “Hope you enjoyed that.”

They passed through with ease. Merin stopped at one point, seeing a tiny shark plush in a pool of prizes in one of the tents. He took a quick detour to take it.

“There’s a radio at the stage, so when we get there, help me look for it,” Bill said. He was doing relatively well, Russell had done a satisfactory job of fixing up his wounds. They still ached, and his hand had a bandage wrapped around it.

Bruce looked at his watch. “We have another ten minutes or so. So let’s be quick.”

“The team said we were the only ones here,” Bill added. “So, they’ll leave as soon as we get on.”