Revelation.

Chapter Three, Samantha.

Author's Note: Well here we are again :D Sorry this took so long, I tried really hard to get it done as soon as I could, but my house was just... insane durring the holidays :P anyway here it is!

This Chapter's Fan Art credit belongs to...

Forest898

Thanks so much!! :D its perfect! :) haha

To any cover artists out there, I'm always looking for more fan art!! :) I'd love to see what you make for my story, and with every chapter I post I post a new piece of fan art, and I dedicate the chapter the one who made it :) 

Until the next chapter, God bless!

~ Omias ;P

Chapter Three.

Samantha.

The Present.

My legs burned as I dashed down the street. I tried to speed up, to get further away from the horde of infected which followed not far behind me, but it was no use. The little bit of distance I did gain quickly dissipated as exhaustion started to set in. I knew I couldn’t keep this up for long, eventually I would run out of energy and they would catch me.

The giant bag full of food was heavy upon my shoulders, it was slowing me down. Though I hated to do it, I slipped the bag off my shoulders and kept running. It definitely wouldn’t save me, but I needed to do something, anything, to buy myself a little more time. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my chest, and my lungs were starting to feel sore from how much air I had to breathe to maintain this pace.

I looked back and forth frantically, trying to find something that might help me overcome the situation. Since there was no way for me to outrun the horde, I’d have to distract them somehow, so that I could disappear. Despite my efforts, I found nothing of use in the immediate area, the only thing I could do was keep running and hope to think of something before they caught up with me.

The horde drew closer and closer with each passing second, and I was growing more desperate. By now the infected were only a few feet behind me, another minute or two of running and they’d have me. That’s when I decided to take a chance. I veered right, running straight through the doors of a five story building. This was a mistake on my part. I completely disregarded the fact that it was an apartment building.

This meant that the doors of the vestibule leading to the lobby would be locked, and only someone who lived there and had a key could open them. I tried the handle anyway; maybe through some giant stroke of luck it would be unlocked. I cursed as I realized that luck wasn’t on my side. The doors were made of thick heavy hardwood, and the hinges were well in place, there was no way I could kick in the door. I had to think fast, it would only be a few seconds before the horde had me.

In total desperation I slipped the string of my bow around my shoulders, and pulled my Glock 17 from where I had tucked it behind my back. With no time to waste I slipped off the safety and pulled the trigger twice. Two loud bangs followed the flashes of light that left the gun’s muzzle as I fired. The bullets went right through the door’s lock, and the door flew open as I delivered a swift kick it with my right leg.

I took off running inside, closely followed by the horde of infected that were now pouring through the entrance of the building. As I stepped inside I took a quick glance around to see what my options were. The only two were to go up the elevator, or up the stairs. I knew the elevator simply was not an option. I charged through the door leading to the stairs.

I can’t keep this up for much longer… I thought to myself as I sprinted up the stairs

The infected followed close behind, groaning and stumbling as they did. As I neared the final door which lead to the roof, turned around, firing two shots. The first found its mark and hit one of the infected in the head. The second was off by a few inches, and instead went straight through the neck of one of my pursuers; this only seemed to stun it for a second.