Chapter 7: Flashback

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-=Tobuscus' POV=-

My life felt black. Empty. I felt loneliness. Then, I was alive. I was moving. Quickly. I was lying on the cold floor of a metal room. I lifted my body up right and saw Kyle. Or more well know to you, FPSRUSSIA.

"You awake yet?" He said in his signature accent.

"Yeah! What's going on?" I asked as I hopped into the passenger seat of what looked like a military armoured truck. I saw mayhem. People on the side walk were getting ripped apart people running. Shells of burning cars everywhere blocking the streets. We rushed down the streets smashing into any debris in the way. 

"We should we go? What the hell is going on?" I asked.


"I don't know. But what ever it is, it's not good." Kyle tells me.

We drove for a while. We drove to the airport. Seeking a plane to get out of what's left of LA. Then, I saw a civilization. Or what was left of it. A burning plane crashed in the middle of the main runway. Plane parts and fire blew though the air as the wind picked up. I looked ahead and saw people walking. Or the corpse of someone.

"Here, I'll drive. You are the weapons expert here. Take over the turret at the top." As we switch positions in the car, Kyle goes up top, ready to turn anyone in sight in to pink mist. I pushed the petal down to the floor of the truck speeding toward the people about to be killed again. The zombies. 

About 100 feet away from the soon to be dead people, we saw that they weren't who we thought they were. In fact, they were living. I slammed on the brakes as we drift sideways. The impact lunges Kyle forward, almost throwing him out of the top of the truck. As the truck comes to a complete stop, Kyle comes out with the "what gives?" expression. I looked though the window and saw two kids and a man. Then, I thought, I thought

"How are these kids going to survive?"  

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