Group by group of psychotic, bleeding, crazy guards and inmates, Colton, Brandon, Jacob and Wilson faught them off, each holding a weapon of some sort; whether it was a wooden board with a nail through it, a fire extinguisher or a large knife. The four men protected themselves with all they were worth.
Shouts and cries and screams and wails of pain rose from the "infected" as they were cut down and/or shot, thrown to the side and then having the crap kicked out of them until they were barely twitching corpses on the crimson red smeared ground. Four hearts began to beat in sync with each other once it was all over, matted in blood that luckily was not their own.
"You know, I've been thinking," Wilson rasped, and the others turned to him. "If this 'virus' thing is airborne, why haven't we turned into one of them?" He nodded to one of the corpses.
"We don't know if it's airborne, yet, Wilson," Brandon spoke up, reloading his gun and wiping the blood from it with the sleeve of his jacket. "Something could have been injected into their bloodstream."
Something in Colton's brain clicked. "So the puking and vomitting, somebody could have created this themselves?"
"That still doesn't explain why they're all losing their minds," Jacob spoke up. "I mean, could the insanity be a stage in this virus?"
"We don't know if it's a virus..." Colton muttered. "What if it's only been concealed within the Prison all this time? Everything outside the Prison walls is normal and okay?"
"Then we should be wise and get out of here. Listen to that entity or whatever that wants us out and leave."
"Weren't you the one who said we need to figure out what's going on?" Wilson spoke up. Jacob glared at him.
"Okay, obviously we have many questions," said Brandon, straightening. "Is this a virus? Who created it? Is there something we can do to stop it? We don't know. Maybe we should check around the perimeter of the Prison; head outside, climb the walls and see for ourselves."
Colton, Jacob and Wilson exchanged glances. They all agreed and suddenly the four of them took off.
The front doors were wrenched open, letting in a bright stream of moonlight. Colton and Jacob jogged outside while Wilson and Brandon stayed to watch the inside of the Prison.
The steel walls had to be around forty feet tall, made up of steel with catwalks on top along with barbed wire. Colton climbed a crumbled staircase up towards ther catwalk, avoiding wet splatters of red on his way up. Jacob mimicked his movements, seeming relieved when the two of them reached the top. Beyond the Prison was somewhat a parking lot--or, what was left of it anyway. Crushed vehicles with smashed windows, dented hoods, missing doors, empty bullet shells and magazines, guns and knifes stained with red tossed carelessly to the pavement.
As the two men scanned the lot further with horrified expressions, Colton grabbed Jacob's shoulder and tugged on it, pointing to something off in the distance. A body. A twitching body, lying in a pool of blood under a lamp.
Colton thought he would gag. "Let's go back and tell the others," Jacob suggested, and Colton followed him back down.
"Are you serious?" Brandon asked, sounding shocked.
The four of them stood at the entrance in a circle, after Colton and Jacob returned with the conditions of life outside the wall. There was a chain link fence/gate right in front of them, at least 30 feet tall, their only entrance out into the ruined world beyond.
"Look we obviously know that this Prison isn't going anywhere," Jacob spoke conversationally, "and Colton and I saw a few guns and magazines. Why don't we go out there, restock, look around for any others who have survived, and then get the hell out of here."
"Where will we go?" Wilson asked. "We still don't know what's happened, or who caused this mess."
Colton inhaled, and then slowly exhaled, gripping the knife he carried tighter than before. "Maybe we can find answers in the city." He turned towards the chainlink gate, and if he squinted just enough, he could make out the glow and twinkle of city lights. Turning back towards Jacob, Wilson and his Father, he smirked. "We'll never know unless we try, right?"
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I wonder how many of you believed I would continue past Chapter Eleven. :)
There's no way I would just let it end like this. xD I'll be continuing this fantastic journey on in a different book. I can't stop this "infection" here. No way! How cruel would that be??
Haha. Vote, Comment, tell me what you think?
Hm...maybe what you think will happen in the next book? Haha.
Love you guys so much! I wouldn't be doing this without you. <3
--Allison.
