Darkness

Chapter 2 - Food and Water Only

Psyche and I stepped into the light. The sun was just peeking its head over the top of the trees, and we took in our surroundings. "No shamblers. Must have learned to stay away," Psyche muttered. She spat onto the concrete, making a wet splat. "C'mon," I muttered. "We have a while to move. I searched these houses before. They're all already ransacked, by us presumably." Psyche nodded. "Well, lets go!" she said, and started running. "Hey, wait up!" I called out, and ran after her.

A few hours later, we ended up in a small suburb. It was crumbling and looked worse than Mt. Druitt. "Wonder what they used to call this," Psyche muttered. "I think it was another saint town," I replied. We walked past a small school. "Hmm..." A sign was atop the gate.
"North....something....ah, these words suck!" Psyche scowled. I laughed. "I think it was a public school. You can tell by the classrooms. See?" I pointed to a classroom with paper taped to the cracked window. The pages had different colours and patterens on them, although they were significantly torn. "See? It's finger painting. C'mon, maybe the canteen has something inside still," I chirped.

We walked in, and automatically drew our weapons. Psyche pulled her knives out of their positions, and I drew my two revolvers. We looked around, ready to take on anything that came to us. "You check those sets of classrooms, and I'll check the front office," I ordered, pointing to a large building near the way we came in."Keep your radio on. If anything happens, morse it." She nodded, and slotted a small kids' radio into her chest pocket. "Testing," she said, and pressed a small button on the side of the radio. My radio beeped, and I nodded. "Alright," she said, and took off in the opposite direction.

I walked into the entrance of the office. Papers were everywhere, and most of the windows had been smashed. A black and red bag with four diamonds was laying on the floor, open. Hmm, wonder who owned this, I wondered. I opened it and looked inside. A photograph was sitting in the bottom of the bag. I looked at it. A group of kids were on a stage, posing. Hmm....seems....familiar, I thought. I tucked the photo into my pocket, and set the bag back where it was.

I looked up to meet the eyes of a woman. At least, she used to be a woman. Her face was half gone, revealing her muscles and veins, and her mouth had blood seeping from it. She twiched her one remaining eye, and screamed a blood-curdling cry. I frowned, and aimed my gun. Bang!
Her body was thrown back by the force of the bullet, and hit the floor with a sickening crack. I walked over to her, and looked down. It moved a little, raspy breaths escaping from its mouth. I yelled, and stomped its head into the floor, blood spurting all over the floor. I lifted my boot. "Disgusting," I growled to myself.
" *shhk* Connor, come in." I raised my radio to my mouth, and replied.

"Connor here. What's up?"

" *shhk* You alright? I heard gunshots."

"Yeah, I'm ok. Find anything?"

Her voice became shakey. " *shhk* Um....y-yes."

"Alright, I'm coming over. Connor out."

I started moving towards the exit, and looked behind me. I saw Taryne, staring right back at me. "Huh?" I shook my head, and looked again. It was just a photo of a girl winning an award for a drawing. "Oh, fuck....." I left the room, sighing.
I opened the door to the classroom Psyche was in. "What's....oh, fuck no." I watched as Psyche stood up, blood all over her tunic. And a little girl dead next to her, stab wounds up her body.