II The Long Road

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My vision is blurs as I stare at the deflated airbag, as my hearing comes back I realize I hear snarling and banging against the car. I look to my left and see a man pressing his face against the glass, his eyes black, solid black, as I was staring into an endless pit. I stare at the man snarling at the window, pressing his face harder and harder against the glass, cracking his teeth and making him bleed. As if he had no feeling of pain at all. "What the hell are you?" I ask while staring at the blood oozing out of his mouth. Slowly, he stops snarling and smiles, showing a bloody grin, his eyes giving off a tiny hint of green, "I am destruction, pain, agony" he replies slowly, his voice menacing and raspy. "Are you the one that caused this bullshit?" I ask gripping the machete in the passenger seat. He slowly presses his forehead against the glass "You don't understand do you?...I am your pain, your rage. If you're still trying to find the person who caused this, you've already found him", he laughs maniacally as he pulls out my parent's heads from under the vehicle. Then breaks through the glass and grips my throat and all I see is pitch black.
"No!" I yell as I immediately wake up breathing heavily and sweating with a large pain in my head. Once I calmed myself down I turn on the radio, hoping for some news on what might've happened. Nothing. Just static except for one station that constantly plays multiple people snarling 24/7. I turn off the radio and just keep driving towards town, about 6 miles away, I reach a lone deserted gas station, plenty of cars crashed on the side of the road and piled up onto each other on the main road, but no people, whole town is just empty. I stopped to refuel the explorer then searched for food inside the gas station. I grabbed my shotgun and walked in, cautiously looking side to side for any surprise biters. I find one behind the counter impaled by a failed machete kill attempt and was eating the poor guy who made the mistake, I leaned over the counter, grabbed his hair and slowly inserted my blade into the demons head.  I stare at the bodies for a while later, remembering the massacre in my neighborhood, the blood, the chaos, it was all too much for me to handle.  I shrug it off and check the shelves for food which were almost empty except some sodas, water, and a few bags of pork rinds. I grab all of them and place them in bags and load them into the car. I continued to search the place until it was empty and filled some gas containers I found in the back of the store. I put everything up and continued my journey to nowhere. After driving 50 miles,  I pull over by the highway and turn on the radio once more, hoping to hear someone say something about a shelter or quarantined area but there was nothing but static once more, depressed, I fell asleep in my car feasting on a bag of pork rinds and a bottle of water. Once I woke up, I checked my phone in hopes of seeing a text from any of my friends or cousins or insurance companies for all I care but of course there was nothing. Disappointed I got up, drank a bottle of water and started the engine. After days of doing nothing but killing biters and raiding empty dollar stores and run down gas stations, I continue on, looking for any small towns I could search.
"Oh thank fucking God, finally!" I yell happily as I drive into a town called Pleasant Valley small town with plenty of gas stations, there weren't hordes of biters everywhere except for the only Walmart and Home Depot.
"Holy shit!" I yell as I slowly drive past Walmart and see a massive horde of biters surrounding the market walls. Terrified, I get out of there as soon as I can and continue down the road.  A few miles away from the infested Walmart was this small dollar store, I pull in and inside the store i see a swinging machete then blood spilling on the floor. I cautiously walk in to only be thrown on the ground by a tall dark man with a bandage over his left eye. I roll away from him, dropping my shotgun in the process.
"I don't want any trouble!" I yell as he picks up my shotgun and fires at me. He misses as I throw myself behind cover before he pumps it again. Terrified, I make my way around the shelf as he pumps the shotgun once more. I run up from beside him, grab the shotgun, and punch him across the face. He falls back and I grab the shotgun and point it at him.
"What the fuck man!?" I yell as I debate whether to shoot him. Before I managed to pull the trigger he kicks me in the crotch and pushes me off of him. I fall back as he stands up, kicks the gun out of my hand and then hovers his machete over my neck to the point where it barely touches my skin. "Who are you?" he asked with a loud booming voice, echoing across the store
"Keep your voice down man you're gonna attract them." I cautiously told him signaling to the biters coming towards us because of the gunshot.
"I don't give a fuck about them now who are you?" he asked sternly
"Woah man calm down,  my names Erick okay? Don't kill me man." I fearfully requested.
"Give me a reason not to kill you!" He yelled furiously.
"Because.... " I said searching for an excuse for him to spare my life.
"Because... You're very handsome and killing isn't in your nature?" I jokingly told him, hoping I didn't just sign my death warrant. The man laughs with my response and removes the blade away from my neck and helps me up "Man you just made my day, names Lucas" he replies laughing.
"Thanks for not killing me" I chuckle nervously as I brush myself off
"Listen kid I need some help and you seem like you know how to use a gun."
"Your point is?"
"Please help me protect my family"
"What's in it for me?" I asked
"You owe me for sparing your life and trusting you motherfucker" he said sternly
"Don't really have much of a choice don't I?" I say as I agree regretfully
"Thank you, you won't regret this. Follow me" he says as he walks outside and hops into his truck and drives away.
"Holy shit that was close" I say while feeling my neck for any scratches.
I hop into the car and start to follow Lucas.
After 15 minutes of driving we reach a house surrounded by barb wire fences and looks heavily fortified. "Woah" I whisper to myself while looking at the house. I park the car outside of the driveway on the side of the road. I get out of the car and walk to Lucas who leads me to the front door, he opens the door and I see a girl about my age and a woman that looks like she hasn't gotten sleep in days laying down in the living room sorting out ammunition

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