Now They Walk

Quarantine

------------------------Nate------------------------

A hand came down on my mouth. My heart just more and my eyes flew open.

"Don't scream, it's Jake" he whispered taking all of that panicked feeling out of my system

He slowly moved his hand.

"The military is coming, they don't know we are here so we have to sneak out"

"Ok" I said

I got up to pick up my stuff and put it in my bag. Everyone else was already gone.

"Where are the others?" I whispered

"They went ahead of us, I told them to leave first, small groups are harder to find"

"Ok" i said

I tied on my shoes and then put on my bag.

"Let's get out of here"

We quickly went to the back of the store, going through the employees only area.

"Their was two trucks, it's a quarantine group, they are coming to get us"

"They must've heard us yesterday"

"Who knows" he said

Jake pushed open one of the loading doors. The scratches and dents from years of use were nothing from the forming rust.

"Come on, I told them a meeting area, they should already be their or they are close"

We jumped down from the small lift and then went to the fence. Jake had already cut a previous hole in the fence so we could get out

He held it for me and I climbed through, holding it so he could get through.

We circled around to the front. Two big green trucks sat outside the front. They resembled weapons of war, their bulkiness and dark color making them menacing.

"We need to move" Jake said peering across all the cars in the parking lot.

I seen a soldier step from behind a truck close by. To close for comfort.

"Jake" I tapped his shoulder "soldier"

"Fuck, we have to run, I'll shoot at him and you run"

"We both shoot and run" I said

I'm not leaving you

"Ready?" He asked

"I've never shot anyone before"

"Just point and shoot, like you would your finger"

"Ok"

Jake jumped out and pulled the trigger twice. I froze up. I couldn't

We stared running as fast as we could to the end of the parking lot. Then another truck came in front of us, blocking our way out.

"Stop right their" a women's voice said.

Her dirty blonde hair was in a bun and her tan vest was unbuttoned. She held out a black m4 towards us.

"Drop your weapons" a man said. He was massive. He had to stand at least 6"8'. His large forehead and big chin we hairless. He looked to be 250 or even 300 pounds. The gun was small in his gigantic hairy arms,.