The Unmentioned

Cornered

Marcus slid down over the hood of a crashed truck, a rusted old red ford with a dried body in the driver seat.

He examined the area. Old shops and stores filled with nothing. A pile up of vehicles that were buried beneath bricks and concrete from a collapsed apartment building. In the distance he could see a bridge. It's was a small one that they could use to cross the river.

He heard screeches from ahead.

It wasn't far.

Maybe a mile at most.

He'd grown a costume to seeing the world as it was. No people, or life, just the monsters.

He walked ahead of the crash and examined more of the area.

In the sky he saw heavy gray, patterns in clouds and the wind that blew at his growing hair.

A storm was heading they're way, and from the looks of it...it would hit within the hour.

He went on.

The group was tied back.

Annabelle invited that he go, she needs to have a talk with the latest edition to their band of misfits, Sam. While she was getting good to know so him, the kid was still a mystery and opted to many times to go on runs. She though he was suicidal, always hanging around the back of the group or any during runs.

He smirked to him self, thinking get that she was generally worried for the kid.

She was the better scout, always noticing things that he didn't. He listened and smelled the air.

Sweet...fresh.

Like flowers.

The source of it was a few in bloom.

A little shrub tree growing from the roof of a collapsed building.

A 7/11.

Memories played back to a hideout that he, Annabelle, and Mika had to hide in. Mika had been scared to be in the dark and Annabella was really the only one making he and Mika go on. They both had seen enough.

They had been chased by a handful of biters. All night long they had to try and wait them out. Eventually he heard screaming in the distance, this drew the biters away.

Some poor basted was their ticket out of that gastion.

It was during there first year of the them adjusting.

Someday he hoped to just stop for a day and walk out the door and not have to worry about those monsters chasing them.

Marcus wondered farther out. Passed the length of destruction there was a clear road. It looked like it led out to a open free way.

Even If they walked for days, it would be better to get away from a city. The woods were uncharted and full of people thinking it's safe, they're usually hunted by the many scavengers. Open land was the best bet for any.

He stopped mid step, breaking his train of though.

Squeaks of rested metal were heard. Slowly paced in were his boot moved from, he hovered his hand over his belt. The holster for his GLOCK 17, it was just reflex for shooting now. The first time he picked up a gun he was 14.

The squeak stopped for a moment when he came into a shop windows view. It was shattered, bits of broken glass littered the sidewalk and inside.
He wiped the bits of glass away with his boot.

Looking in the window was the largest mistake he would make that day.

The speaks sounded off again, more urgent then before. The pinpointed sound was from a back door.