The Infection: Survivors

Chapter 2

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 Chapter 2

Four days had passed and I was now at Page, near the border between Arizona and Utah. I had managed to steal a car in Mesa and drove as much as I could before I went out of gas, however the car was short on fuel and I found myself walking to border.

Those four days were a nightmare, I hid, I stole but avoided any contact with the infected. I had heard them, seen them, but they never found me and I was very grateful for that. The only time I had to use my gun was to scare away some jackals that were fighting to get my food but, luckily, no mutant heard the shot.

The drive was silent and desolate, as I drove through the deserted streets, wrecked houses and stores and the thousands of half eaten bodies that still had a chance to waken. Even dogs and cats were infected.

It was awful.

I had no more tears to shed but that didn't mean that my heart wouldn't broke at the sight of small children walking around, mutilated, with fur and fangs, eating other people while growling at each others. Those were my nightmares every night.

Walking had became a second nature, I could keep a fast pace for hours without breaking a sweat. I had also lost weight, even if I ate many times a day. Shower was a luxury that I didn't have the pleasure to have, since I could barely sleep, terrified of being found.

Snaking in between the cars parked randomly on the highway, I whistled a random song, marching under the hot sun of late May. I couldn't even play on my phone because the battery had died. And yes, I had tried to call for help for hours but no one answered. Being alone for almost two weeks was hard, however, I hadn't let that take me down. I had to keep my mind sharp and focused on surviving.

I changed the tune I was whistling to another more cheerful.

Creek.

I stopped.

Creek. Creek.

The sounds of metal bending reached my ears. My body stiffened, preparing itself for an eventual fight, while I reached for the gun on my shorts. When I changed my clothes to another pair of grey shorts and a yellow tank top, I stole a holster, too, where my gun now was. Holding it steadily, I didn't even flinched when an infected woman jumped through the roof of car, where she probably was eating the driver, and landed a few feet away from me.

She hissed and snapped her teeth at me, stepping forward slowly and in a menacing way. I aimed my gun at her head, hoping that I could kill her in one shot. That thought caused a pang on my heart but it was a matter of life or death, and I was going to make damn sure that it wouldn't be my death.

The woman took a step forward and I pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot echoed through the air, scaring some birds that flew away. I looked to the infected and saw her lying down in front of me, definetly dead. Putting my gun in the holster, I approached her, cautiously. She was in bad shape, torn clothes, ripped body parts and some missing chunks of flesh. Her fur on her arms, legs and around her hears was bloodied and there were some spots where the fur had been ripped, her fangs were long but one of them was missing, too. But, what had shocked me the most, was the insane and, at the same time, dead look in her eyes and yellow foam running down her mouth along with the blood.

I couldn't take it anymore so I threw up, right there.

A few minutes later, I washed my mouth with some water and readied myself to keep walking.

Three other came running from behind a few cars.

My eyes widen and a quickly grabbed my gun and started shooting. As they were moving, I couldn’t have a clean shot so I hit different parts of their bodies. It slowed them down but didn't stop them.