The Outbreak (MiniCat)

Chapter 4

David's/Nogla's POV

I stand on the pier of the Los Santos amusement park in thought. I miss coming here. This place brings back so many memories. It's like I'm a kid all over again. I let out a loud sigh with a smile. I close my eyes and let the ocean breeze take me over. As I'm relaxing, I hear the wooden boards behind me creak, so I turn around. My eyes widen to see a grey, rotten, human-like creature limping it's way towards me. I gasp and take a step back at each step the creature took forward. What teh fock is that?! As I'm backing away from it, I stumble a little whenever I reach the end of the dock. FOCK!!! I stand there, defenseless against the beast that's slowly making it's way towards me. I begin to shake as I it gets closer to me. When it's close enough to me, it opens it's mouth to bite me. Just before it attacks me, a baseball bat hits the creature in the head. Before I can process anything, I feel myself being grabbed and pulled away from the scene. I look over at my rescuer to see a short Columbian man. Who teh fock is this guy? Welp, is guess it's time for a game of twenty questions. Uh, who are ye?" I question as we run across the city. He turns to look at me and smiles a bit. "I'm Lui!" He states. "Well Lui, uh, what teh fock is goin' on?" I ask. He hangs his head a little with a frown. "I honestly don't know." He sighs with the look of sadness on his face. It must be a touchy topic for him... "Um, where'd ye get that baseball bat?" I ask him. "Oh, I won it at the amusement park. I was just about to book it whenever I saw you on the pier." Lui explains. "Well, what made ye want to save me?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. He looks down in thought. "Well, uh, I don't know what made me want to save you. It just happened." He answers, still deep in thought. "Hehe, well I'm glad ye saved me. Thanks." I smile, earning one in return.

Tyler's/Wildcat's POV      This is the morning after.

       I wake up and roll off of the couch. I can't believe Evan trusts these guys. It's bad enough we let that 'Jonthan' guy go, but we didn't have to team up with them and sleep in their fucking house! I growl to myself before stretching. "Someone sounds like they woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Evan's voice teases from my right. I frown before whipping my head in the direction of his voice to see him leaning on the doorframe to the kitchen, a cocky smile plastered on his face. I flip in off and replace my frown with a goofy smile. "Shut the fuck up, bitch." I giggle, walking over to him and shoving him just enough to make him lose balance. Evan squeaks as he lands flat on his ass. "Ouch, just for that you are getting the supplies." He states with that smug grin of his. I raise an eyebrow at him. "Supplies?" I question him. "Yep, you need to get us some food, water, and whatever else you deem useful." Evan answers, punching my shoulder. "Okay, c'mon then." I say, grabbing me shot gun and turning towards the door. "Nope, you're going alone." He snickers. I stop and turn to look at him like he's crazy. "What?! You're making me go alone?! What the fuck! I could die out there!" I exclaim, throwing my hands in the air for emphasis. "Don't worry, you won't be completely alone." Evan says, tossing me a small, triangular, black object. I quickly catch it and examine it. "A walk-e-talkie? Where the fuck did you get this?" I ask, looking him up and down for an answer. "Jonathan found them in one of the bedroom. There was three. Jon has one, I have one, and you have the other." He explains. I roll my eyes with a loud huff. Jonathan... I still don't trust him. "Whatever. I'm leaving. If I find anything I'll tell you." I say before grabbing a backpack leaving the house. I walk around for awhile, thinking of places where I could find some supplies. The grocery stores are probably either empty or filled with zombies... The houses are too much of a risk. Where the fuck am I supposed to get supplies without getting attacked by someone?! There's no- Well... I bet a factory has a shit load of stuff! People were probably to busy looting the obvious places like stores and not even thinking about a factory! Now I just need to find a factory... There's the Los Santos E-Cola factory! I bet there's plenty of shit there, maybe even a little food that the workers could've left behind when they were trying to escape! I smile at my brilliance before running towards the factory. When I arrive, I quietly walk through the doors and begin my search. I end up finding a shit ton of E-Cola and a few lunch boxes that the factory workers left behind. I smile triumphantly as I begin my walk towards the exit, but I freeze when I hear a groan. If I'm quiet, it won't hear me. Just as I think that, static erupts from my walk-e-talkie. "Hey Tyler, you got anything?" Evan's voice echoes through the device. The groan grows louder, until I see it. I angrily grab my walk-e-talkie and hold down the talk button. "Dammit Evan! You attracted a zombie!" I yell into the device, earning a few more groans except thy weren't from the zombie I'm looking at it. I back away from the creature only to bump into someone, or should I say something. I squeal as it grabs my shoulder from behind. I quickly run away, yanking my shoulder from the zombie's grip. "Sorry. Are you okay?" Evan's voice apologizes through the static. "There's more than one zombie! Evan help!" I scream into the microphone, a symphony of different moans in the background. I end up finding myself at a dead end, so I turn to see of they followed me. I feel my knees lock up when I see a large group of zombies heading my way. "Holy shit! Tyler, where are you?!" Evan asks, but I don't answer. Instead, I simply stare at the creatures as they make their way towards me. "Tyler?! Tyler answer me! Tyler!!!!" Evan pleads through the device. It's too late, Evan. I'm dead.

O.O.  Oh shit. Tyler is in a world of shit. What do you think is going to happen?