the Virus

The air was tense and silent. Only the shuffling of feet and low moaning and growling from the dead could be heard in the woods. There was four infecteds out here, four more unlucky bastards that got sick and turned. Now their head had one mind set: hunt, kill, eat. Nothing could kill them except a blow to the brain. Either with a gun or knife or some other sharp object it don't matter. As long as you get to the brain. Now personally I enjoyed cutting of the head entirely THEN gettin the brain. It was much easier. Like right now. I tightened my grip on my weapon  and shout, "Oi you fat ugly nasties! Come and get me!" All four infecteds snap their attention towards me. I sprint off in the woods. The infecteds are attracted to sound so when I shouted at them they began their chase. My arm was grabbed and I was pulled behind a tree. I got scared and thought it was an infected. As I turn to shove my sharp object into its brain I saw, not an infected, but a pair of ice blue eyes framed by a mane of white blonde hair. It was one of two brothers who I called the blonde haired blue eyed angels because of how handsome and perfect they were. Their names were Ty and Jay Bradley, sixteen year old twins. I only knew them apart because Ty was slightly taller than Jay and had a scar above his left eyebrow. The one who had grabbed me was Jay. "What are you? An idiot?" he hisses. As the first infected came in view, a flying silver knife flew through the air slicing through its skull. I look up to the tree and saw Ty swing from branch to branch to reach us. "What the hell were you doing all out here alone?" He scolds hanging upside down from the lowest branch. Soon the second infected showed up. I took Jay's axe and cut clean through the neck of it. I gave Jay his weapon back and let the boys handle the other two infecteds. "Weston is gonna beat you for this," says Jay. I roll my eyes. Joshua Weston was a war vet who basically ran the group. Him and I didn't quite see eye to eye. But his son, Evan, was real cute. 5'10 with light curly brown hair and real pretty emerald green eyes, Evan sixteen going on seventeen. On the way back to 'base camp' as I called it, the boys babbled on about hunting and stuff while I walked slightly behind them. Usually I would join such a conversation but I was to busy think about what Weston would do. I was pretty damn close to sure that man hated me as much as he hated the infected that ate his eldest daughter.