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5|Infected

"Are you kidding me? No. No way" Military Soldier number 1 laughs as they scan the bloody office room. Number 2 glares at him as if what he's saying is wrong.

"Yeah, I think your right having a baby when the world is like this.....it's not a good idea" Number 2 puts his gun up into shooting position and scans the place carefully. "I'll wait until this is all over" he mumbles

"Over, ha...no. this is it" Number 1 still stands in front of the door way, while 2 turns his back.

"What about jessie, is she still...you know alive?" 2 asks put doesn't get an answer. "Curt, Cmon don't get soft on me now" he says turning around, what was a smug grin is now turned into fear.

"Put your gun down. Now" Joshua says holding Number 1's gun at firing position. "Or I will shoot"

Chapter 5|Infected

"It's so hot today..." Joshua sighs and starts to lift his shirt up and down. Trying not to hyperventilate. He gets into the car and starts the engine. Checking his surroundings, he slowly pulls out of the driveway.

Josh makes a left then a right, he makes sure he keeps his left hand on the steering wheel while his right hand trys to look for a radio station, for news from the news...but there's nothing.

Another right, this time the street that he turns on his destroyed. Clothes and paper everywhere. Building that were once new. On fire. Joshua slowly start to stop his car. Seeing that a man is on the ground bleeding severely.

He swings his door open and runs to the guy, that's on the ground. "Sir, are you ok?" Josh asks kneeling down to tend to his aid.

"No" The man responds grimly. "I've lost to much blood, for me to even stand up" the man looks at Josh then back at the sky.

"When the neighborhood, and this town went to shit. Me and my family were evacuating on foot, when someone started to shoot. And I got wounded, so I told them to leave me" The hurtness in his voice reveals it's self.

"I'm...sorry" Joshua says feeling dumb for not having any response for this situation. "It's not to late" Joshua doesn't know the words slip out of his mouth until they're already out.

"What?" The man looks at him appalled, and dumbfounded all at the same time. "It's to late, son, I'm shot in my arm and leg" Tears slowly fill his eyes and fall down his face.

"No, here I have water in the car. I can help you get back to our, home. Before you bleed out" Joshua signals his hands to tell the man to wait. When Joshua runs back to his car he grabs a water bottle. Just as Josh picks it up, a shit load of gun fire echos through the air, close enough for Joshua's ear to feel it.

Josh slowly looks up to see out of his wind shield, making sure he isn't to visible to who evers shooting. But the injured man was.

He now lies their lifeless, no movement, no groaning, but much more blood Infecting the ground. A large amount of military trucks start to come Josh' way, tanks, bullet proof trucks.

The tank that's riding down the street runs over the man's body, making Josh hear a gushing sound even as far away he is. And with that, Josh makes a run for it.

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Metal bullets Ricochet off of the ground, inches away from Joshua's running feet. When he cuts the corner to the next block, the trucks and tanks haven't caught up, so he continues to run to his dad's wife's building.

When he enters the building everything, is frozen quiet. Josh looks around trying to find some form of life in the office building.

"Dad, mom!" He calls. His voice echoing throughout the walls of the quiet building. Even his foot steps seem loud. "Dad!" Joshua turns left and walks into the room where mother used to work. And is shocked at what he finds.

Bloody walls, tables destroyed, glass broken. Everything in the room is trashed. Suddenly a terrible smell hits Josh' nose, the smell of death, or rotting flesh.

Josh begins to walk into the room, when the sound of the front door echoes through the hallways. Joshua snatches his head back and quietly goes into the closet.

Two military soldiers walk in talking and laughing with eachother, Josh can't hear the voices. But he knows what laughter sounds like.

Run away, with the possibility of more military being outside the front of the building. Or knock one of them out and get their weapons. By the time Solider number 2 finishes his sentence, he mind is made up.

Joshua jumps out of the closet and wraps his right arm across number 1's neck, and squeezes, and squeezes, and squeezes. Until finally, his body goes limp. Josh slowly sits his body on the floor and grabs his gun.

Number 2 turns around and jumps in fear. "Put your gun down, now!" Joshua demands loudly holding the gun firm, and ready to fire. Number 2 slowly puts his gun down on the floor.

"Step away from it." He demands once more. The soldier takes one long step back words. "We aren't here to hurt you people." the soldier finally speaks out.

"You killed, an innocent man! Bull shit." Josh slowly begins to walks forward heading for the other gun.

"He was infected!" The soldier says loudly.

"He wasn't!" Joshua puts his foot on the gun that number 2 sat on the floor.

"We have a base. And we take survivors, that need help" the soldier puts his hands down but is still careful.

"Me and my brother are doing fine. Just by our selves"

"There's only a matter of time. Before a herd of those Infected things, come, and raid you into a corner" The soldiers voice remains irritated by Joshua's arrogance.

"..."

"How many, Infected have you saw? Have you seen what they can do in a herd? And most importantly, where is your brother at right now." Joshua bites down on his teeth and slugs the solider across the head with the butt of the gun.

"None of your god damn business" Joshua growls, he then hangs the guns by the strap on his shoulder, and runs the opposite direction.

(Closing/Credits)