Few Remain, Many Lost

Chapter 1: The beggining

“Does this this thing work?” I said into the CB radio, but my question was instantly answered by .

“Because I found this thing inside a semi-truck a few days ago, I might as well tell it what happened. It all started with one rouge missile, Iraq was finally done with their nuclear rocket and at the perfect timing, and Britain busted them for stealing uranium and tripped the emergency alarm that launched the missile at Russia, Russia fires back. North Korea sees their chance, nukes America, Great Britain, Germany, Russia and Brazil all in quick succession, and therefore started the global thermal nuclear war, or World War 3. Sadly they also launched som-” I was suddenly interrupted by the loud moans of the infected, they were close. Too close.

“Shit, all I have is a handgun with 10 bullets and a machete that needs sharpening, got the gun before the missiles flew, and I got the machete from a tool shed on some farm in the middle of a field. The whole family was infected and they left recently, I could tell by the way the blood was all over the walls and floor.” There was suddenly a loud noise from nearby. “Fuck, their inside” I thought as I turn off the CB radio and got up from an old rotting desk in the back room of a shipping company’s office. I took out the machete and stood right behind a wall, poked my head out and saw only 3 infected, I knew I could them. I jumped out and hacked one of their heads off, quickly stabbed the second one center mass, turned and slashed the neck of the third. Dispatching all without a sound. I looked around for anymore infected. Seeing none, I turned to the chest wounded corpse and sawed the head off, leaving a nice pool of black, infected blood. I got up and slowly walked to the door. I listened to the sounds of the destroyed world and heard the sad noise of the nothing that this land has come to.

“Their getting louder, I might not even get sleep tonight. That would make 3 nights without rest. I can’t afford to waste any time trying to get the fucking lead melted for my bullets, I found some on cars, and some in a spare room of the three bedroom two bathroom house I’ve been living in, its two stories so I took out the stairs and refitted it with retractable chain ladder that is connected to a pulley system. I need but gas, all the stations and fuel depots have been drained, by whom though? I have no idea. Well goodnight my radio, and this makes it forty-two days since this all started.” I turned off the radio once again, blew out the candle and snuggled into my bed. I closed my eyes and listened to the faint and close moans of the infected, I heard a gunshot in the distance. Almost suddenly there were more shots and the moans got farther away from my house. I knew I was safe for the night. “The night” I said out loud, closed my eyes and dreamed of the times before the war.