A Walk Among The Dead

Chapter 23

Brendon's POV

"Sam, slow down!" I shouted. This guy has some stamina for a man his age.

"I have to find my kids, asshat!" Sam shouted over his shoulder while he dashed through the woods, dodging every tree he ran past. I couldn't help but laugh at the name calling. Asshat, hilarious.

"They couldn't have gone far!" I yelled. It was hard to keep up while I was carrying a giant ass automatic on my back. How the hell do people carry these things?

Sam came to a harsh stop, causing me to almost collide with him. I took a step back and analyzed his face. Red, furrowed brows, steam coming out of his years. Yep, he was pissed.

"It's been almost an hour, they could be miles away. I can't lose them, Brendon. I can't." Sam heaved in between his exhausted breaths. I felt sympathy for the old man. Hell, I wanted to find Row and Brady too. The poor guy's hardly ever let them out of his sight.

"We'll find them, Sam, we will. But, we have to stay calm, ok? There could still be a huge herd of corpses around the place." I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, turned around and kept running. I sighed and continued to run after him.

When we finally broke through the barrier of the woods, a massive amount of heat hit my body like a brick wall. We had made it back to the sight of the explosion, and the obliterated truck was still on fire. Most of the dead had cleared out and were now shuffling along toward the field on the opposite side of the road. A lot were still wandering around, so I took them out with the rest of the ammo that was in the gun. Luckily, before Sam and I fled the scene, I grabbed a couple extra magazines from the dead troops and shoved them in my waistband. Before I could fire another round on the freaks, I noticed an odd looking group of them in front of us.

"What the fuck?" I whispered, seeing most of the troops we had shot and 'killed' were now up and walking with rotten legs. Their uniforms were full of bullet holes.

"What?" Sam asked.

"The troops we shot...turned." I said, confused and slightly shocked. Sam gave me a weird look.

"Breaking news, bites aren't the only thing that can make you turn." Sam said sarcastically. I gave him a even more confused look than before.

"What? Everyone that dies turns?" I asked, baffled. Sam nodded.

"That's what the people on the TV said when this all first started. It's a freak virus, apparently. Witnessed my friends kid die and turn without being bit a while back." Sam said bluntly.

"But, how?" I asked, not able to comprehend this new information.

"I don't know, but I don't have time to worry about that right now." Sam spat, grabbing the gun from my hands and taking out the remaining corpses. He shoved the gun back in my hand and stormed off out into the open. I just stood their, frozen and confused.

Ok, if the guy's we killed turned without being bit when they died because of a virus, then wouldn't that mean...

Sam's loud shout derailed my train of thought.

"Rowan! Brady!" Sam hollered through cupped hands around his mouth. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed obnoxiously.

"Sam," I hissed. "Are you trying to attract more of the dead? Did the twenty something I just shot not satisfy you?"