Outbreak! Virus 'Z'

Chapter 22: There are no skeletons

Ringleader's P.O.V.

I sing the first song that popped into my head at the top of my lungs for no reason. I knew I was going to be found out, but I didn't care. I just want to make sure that they're safe. "TAKE ON ME! Take on me. TAKE ME ON! Take on me. I'LL BE GONE, IN A DAY OR TWOOOOOO!" It ends with me coughing and hacking. I wheeze and laugh at myself. How pathetic. I keep limping towards camp. Before I get near it, I'm surrounded by some hoodlums. I make a poker face as I look through them. I can barely make out blood through the leaves and grass. I growl and punch the closest mosacru near me. They fall and don't even move an inch. I stare at the injured man. They all charge me at once. I punch them all slowly and one at a time. I don't move from my spot at all. Once they're all on the ground I limp to see the damage.

It's really bad. Larry has passed out from blood loss caused by two spears. One in each leg, pinning him down. Emma and her family are tied up near a tree. Cathy is unconscious on the ground. Her head is bleeding. Bobo is rocking herself in the back. Bloodshot eyes staring into nothing. I sigh and gain the attention of the ones who are awake. I walk up to Emma and untie her. I walk up to Bobo and place a blanket around her shoulders. I then proceed to kill the walkers that were chained up. "You couldn't do it. You couldn't survive a whole month without me. I can't tell if you got lazy or if you really needed me. But, how the hell do you f*ck up so badly!" I finish yelling at them. Emma flinches. Her mother glares at me. Bobo holds the blanket tighter. I grind my teeth. My hands turned to fists. Deadly and bloody fists.

I punch a tree while I scream out, "F*CK! F*CK EVERYTHING! F*CK MY LIFE! F*CK THIS GODDAMN WORLD! JUST F*CK IT ALL!" I stop punching and screaming when I realize that my knuckles had been torn and were bleeding. I drop to my knees when the pain in my ankles suddenly spikes. I cry silently. My tears feel like acid as they slide down my face. I tremble as blood pours out. It's starting to feel cold. That's not good. "I told you... to survive... That was... all... I was... asking... of you..." I say in broken segments, panting in between them. Before I know it, I hit the ground and my world turns dark. I hear distant voices call my name, but I don't respond.

Archer's POV

I wake up to loud yelling. Someone keeps saying 'f*ck'. I would laugh but it hurts too much. My lungs burn and I still can't move. I sigh as I lift my face. What I didn't expect was to see Gubble lying in front of me. My breath hitches as the worst possible situations play in my head. Emma rushes over and shakes her. She whimpers in pain. Emma sighs. She rolls Gubble onto her back and inspects her. I instantly see the problem from my angle. Her ankle is f*cked up. It has a bloody rag tied around it but that doesn't hide the bruises and swelling. Emma checks all the wrong places. I cough to get her attention. She looks at me and gasps. She then forgets Gubble and tends to me. Not what I wanted. After the spears are removed I push Emma away. She looks hurt, emotionally. Sorry, but I think Gubble needs attention first. I crawl to her and remove the dirty rag.

I gag at the sight. It's not pretty. Not pretty at all! I swallow my disgust as I reach into Gubble's backpack. My hand touches cloth and I pull out a clean rag. I lift her leg and put it under. I reach into her bag again and grasp a bottle of alcohol. I shake my head while smiling. I pour some on the wound. Gubble whimpers. The bone is visible. It looks like it was sliced a little too. There's a little dent where a blade could have cut. Emma already left after looking at the wound. She heaves her strawberries into a bush. After the alcohol is poured, I grab the ends of the rag and tie them together. I grab another piece of cloth and tie it around a higher point of her leg. I tie it as tight as possible to stop the blood flow. It looks like it wants to clot, but it won't. No point in pumping more blood of its just gonna come pouring out.

After fixing up Gubble's ankle, I bandage her knuckles. I only noticed when I saw blood staining the grass around her hands. Emma is with her family. Cathy had woken up and is currently being treated by Bobo. Once Gubble is done, I drag her to a nearby tree (not the one she punched) and rest her against the base of it. I rest against the other side of the small tree and slowly drift off to sleep.

I wake up to a stinging sensation in my legs. I open my eyes to see Emma pouring alcohol on my wounds. I don't make a noise as I bite my lip. Once she is done treating my wounds, she pecks my lips and rests next to me. I sigh in content and hold her close to me.

Ringleader's POV

I hate everything. Why. Why did this happen. I wake up to see everyone, including me, is patched up. Right now, everyone is asleep. Everyone. This is probably how they got attacked in the first place. I sigh and face palm only to be met with a stinging sensation in my knuckles. I hiss and look to see them all bandaged up. I sigh. This really does suck.

To be continued...

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