The large tent is filled with supplies. Guns, ammo, food, water. You name it, we got it. I look to Alec; "Them gunshots for sure brought in dozens of Infected from miles around, you should grab the truck and find a way in, we wont have time to lift all of this to the truck and come back" Alec thinks for a second before nodding and taking off towards the truck.
I on the other hand grab some ammo from the many ammo boxes and reload my pistol and new assault rifle for me and Alec. Time is of the essence right now and who knows when, or if, the Infected are coming. We need to be ready.
By the time I load my guns and an assault rifle for Alec I hear the roar of the truck. I swing the rifle over my back for easy access and holster the rest of my weapons and grabs what I can, two ammo cases in one arm and two int the other.
I exit the tent to see Alec backing up the truck towards the door of the tent. He leaves the engine running and leaves his door opened as he exits the truck and opens the tail gate for me, hopping up he take the ammo cases from my arms and puts them in the back of the truck.
I run into the tent several more times, loading the truck with everything inside the tent except for a desk and a small filing cabinet that has no use at Falls Creek. As I lead the last cardboard fox full of food I hear something that is close to us, Then some static.
"The radio" I say as I place the last box into the truck and run towards the passenger side, opening my door and throwing myself into the truck, leaning over and listening to the breaking voice. I play with the radio until the voice is clear.
"Subject One, At least that what they are calling me. I was bitten when the virus first struck in California. The bite is completely healed and they tell me I'm immune, but how? They say the likely hood of me being Immune is one in a million. There is more like me and they are trying to figure out why we're Immune and how to help others become immune and beat this virus. The Military is searching for more like me. Please help unite this world and find a cure."
The lady on the radio pauses but I still hear her breathing. "There is so many of them, and so little of us. If you are stopped by military personnel, please let them test you for trace of the Z virus. We are so close to a cure. Don't Stop. Keep fighting. The world will bounce back soon. We will rise."
And with that the radio turns back to static. I sit in shock staring at the radio and processing everything Subject One Just said. They are close to a cure and the Immune can help this cure... I can help find the cure.
I attempt turn around and exit the truck when I come face to face with an Infected who leaps onto me, knocking me off balance and sending me hurling towards the ground.
I howl in pain when I land on the assault rifle on my back, but I don't have time to whine as the Infected falls on top of me. I put both hands up and hold him by the throat as far away from me as I can.
The Infected keeps pushing with full force and my arms get weak. I got one move left but it may result in a giant bite in the side of my neck.
I release one hand from the Infected and continue to hold it up with my right hand, but without my other hand the Infected's teeth get closer and closer to me.
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