Rise of The Unseen

The Plan

The room was bathed in the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the space. Marta and Benny lay side by side on the couch, their positions mirroring the night before. It was as if the events of the previous day had etched their connection deeper, creating an unspoken bond between them.

As they stirred awake, the weight of the world began to settle on their shoulders once more. The room felt still and calm, a temporary sanctuary from the dangers outside. Benny's eyes blinked open first, and he looked over at Marta, her presence a reassuring anchor in the midst of the chaos.

Marta's eyes fluttered open, and as her gaze met Benny's, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. It was a smile that held a mixture of gratitude and determination, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges they faced and the strength they drew from each other.

"We made it through the first night," Benny said softly, his voice carrying a sense of relief.

Marta nodded, stretching slightly as she sat up. "Yeah," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of weariness that underscored the reality of their situation.

They sat in a companionable silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. The events of the past days weighed heavily on them, but they knew they couldn't afford to stay still. The police station held the promise of more supplies and the possibility of eliminating the last remaining threats in the area.

Benny finally broke the silence, his gaze focused on Marta. "We need to go back to the police station," he said, his tone resolute. "We can't leave those zombies there. It's not safe."

Marta nodded in agreement, her expression determined. "You're right. We need to clear that place out. It's the only way to make sure we're safe here."

Benny sat up, his mind already working on a plan. "We should gather our weapons, make sure we're prepared," he suggested. "And we need to be careful. Those things are unpredictable."

Marta swung her legs over the side of the couch, her resolve clear in her eyes. "Agreed. Let's gather our weapons and gear, and then head to the police station. We need to be quick and precise."

They moved with a sense of purpose, retrieving their makeshift weapons—a sturdy baseball bat and a kitchen knife—and checking their supplies. Benny's backpack, now filled with a limited but essential amount of food, water, and medical supplies, was slung over his shoulder. They decided that Marta should keep the bat and Benny should keep the knife, knowing that Marta was really clumsy so it was better if Benny was trusted with the cutting object.

As they stood at the door, ready to embark on their mission, Benny turned to Marta. "We stay together, and we watch each other's backs. No risks."

Marta nodded firmly. "No risks. We make sure we both get back here safe."

With a shared understanding, they stepped out into the world once again. The streets were quiet, a deceptive calmness that masked the lurking danger. They moved cautiously, following the same route they had taken the day before, their senses on high alert for any signs of movement.

Breaking the silence, Marta turned to Benny, a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. "Hey, Benny," she began, her voice soft but laden with thought, "have you ever wondered what we should call them? You know, the... those things?"

Benny glanced up from his feet, his brows knitting in contemplation. He wiped his forehead before giving Marta his full attention. "Call them? You mean the zombies?"

"Yeah," Marta replied, her gaze still fixed on the city's horizon. "I mean, we're in a fucking zombie apocalypse, and we don't really have a name for them. 'Zombies' just seems so... I don't know, generic."