Survival

Chapter 10: 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

(Mikee)

They had reached the first floor with ease without any real tribulations to get in their way. They passed by a few zombies who were standing idly with their twitching forms, who craved nothing but the eventual missteps of those who would have survived. Mikee led the group as he proclaimed himself the leader, meaning he would take responsibility. In honesty, he wanted Noel to be first so he could keep an eye on him. His trust in Noel had depleted after hearing what Jireh and the others had said. However, he promised he would take responsibility.

He put Noel right behind him, and Jed at last. He wanted Jed to always have Noel on his forefront before he would do anything out of control. He made sure eyes were on that man always. Whether it was his or not. He trusted Jed with his life. 

Mikee and his group went down the middle set of stairs of the top floor, whilst Jireh's group took the right set of stairs, and EJ's large group took the left side of stairs. The moment Jireh's group took off, Mikee's group moved shortly after. They moved fast and it only took a few minutes to get down the floors. When they had arrived to the third floor, they could hear a horde of zombies screeching and growling whilst gunshots were being fired. 

Mikee immediately knew that those gunshots could only have been from Bern. The chances of another survivor being alive was possible, but he leeched on the most rational posibility. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵." Mikee remembered him giving his gun to Bern. 

The moment Mikee and his group had arrived to the second floor, he knew that EJ's group was in trouble. Bern was a rational, very intelligent and calm man, Mikee knew that. He knew that Bern would only shoot those bullets if something had gone extremely wrong. 

Mikee furrowed his eyebrows in frustration thinking at what could have possibly gone wrong. Everything was set in their motion, with everyone's collective minds coming up with a plan that would almost guarantee everyone's survival. Yet mere minutes later, something had already gone wrong. 

"Open the fucking door." Mikee looked behind him to see that it was Noel whispering to him. Mikee looked in front of him to see that they had arrived at the front door. He looked down to see that there were two dead zombies blocking the way. The same zombies he and Jed took down when they were in this very room.

Without any time to waste, Mikee opened the door entering as Noel and Jed followed behind him. After they had entered, he quietly closed the door shut. 

Mikee saw as there were multiple canned goods and multiple sacks of rice. He released a breath of relief as his part of the plan was half complete. "Alright." Mikee uttered. "Fill your bags to the top of the brim with as many cans as you can." 

"Jed, I want you to hold the rice cooker." Mikee proclaims. "Noel. Bring as many sacks of rice as you can." Mikee said coldly.

"What?" Noel asked in frustration. "I'm relying on you for my survival?"

"Both of you, are relying on my survival." Mikee corrected. Mikee could see what everyone was talking about starting to come out to the fold. That simple "I" and not saying "We" referring to Jed was already a red flag. 

"I won't accept this." Noel doubled down. "I have the most efficient weapon here. You hold the fucking sacks of rice." Mikee looked at Noel's hand to examine his weapon. A makeshift hammer. A simple carpentry hammer that had a longer handle attached to it. He was right. The carving knives would need to hit vital spots for them to be effective, his weapon didn't need that. With one hit he could send a zombie flying with a concussion.

"I know." Mikee simply responded. "But the situation stays the same. I'll be the only one fighting those things while both of you hold the supplies." 

Noel dropped his weapon furiously and walked aggressively towards Mikee. "Just leave the the sacks of rice and the God forsaken rice cooker. These can-filled bags we're wearing are enough to feed the entire group for a whole month." Noel proclaimed.