Quarantine

Pit stop.

The door closed behind me, and I quickly turned back to face the man. I didn't trust him as much as I should have, but I did just kill someone. He turned around after securing the door with a latch.

"Why did you help me out their? I wouldn't even had known that you were here." Said I pointing the bat at him, and then the hallway.

"Really I don't know either. I just thought that I had heard screams, a gunshot, and then when I decided to investigate I saw you running down the road. I went back into the ally and pulled you in. I'm just glad you had the thought to follow me." The mans reply made sense, but lacked some details.

After he finished that sentence he looked down at the vest I was wearing and then asked, "Where did you get that vest?"

I wasn't expecting that question, and looked down at my vest and back up before replying. "Oh.... well... I found it.. you see, uh... long story short I found an abandoned police car, searched it, and then found this here vest. Okay?"

He just looked at me, and nodded when I had finished the sentence. Then he asked "Why is there blood on you hands? I noticed it on your clothes, but your hands?"

I managed to keep my face calm, but my voice gave it away when I answered, "I..... I.... Shot someone. They were still alive. Not anymore, but they were going to turn. I made a grave for them, and left a note for anyone else. It's not a good one, she's just wrapped up in a blanket..."

His left eyebrow popped up as he heard my voice, and then he asked a little on edge, "Have you killed anyone else?"

I looked at him, puzzled at the question, and then replied, "Before you freak out. Yes. I have, but they were no longer human. I have killed quite a few of those things out their."

He looked at me before he says sun an almost hurt tone, "Do you think I'm stupid boy? I've shot them many times, but have never killed one myself!"

I replied back quickly with, "You go for the head. Only the head. If you damage the head they die."

He stopped talking, and then his hand went down to a gun and pulled it out of his vest. I froze looking at the gun, and didn't know what he was going to do with it.

"You say you shot someone? Then you would need a gun to do so. Do you have one on you?"

Don't tell him... it's best a secret.

"Yes I do. I have only shot it once. I mostly use my baseball bat." I replied against my better judgement.

Another man told me from behind, "Then hand it over. Don't want to hurt ya now."

There was two of them? Oh god.

"I only have one clip. Why don't I give you that clip, and let me keep the gun."

I hope that they don't notice the slight bulge in one of the vests slots.

I turned around with my bat still in my hand, and looked back to the door. Locked by the looks, but you never really know. Why would he need to lock it if it opens outward?

The second man came into view, also carrying the same type of pistol as the man I first met. They seemed to be thinking it over a bit, and I notice that the second man reeked of alcohol.

He's practically drunk. Not very good for them, or me.

"Fine I'll hand over the gun, but only to him." Said I pointing at the police officer.

He had the same vest on as I had, and I was worried about missing my chance. I pulled the gun slowly out and dropped it on purpose. Those two jumped backwards, and the drunk man popped a shot over my head.

I reached down carefully, and picked the gun back up. Holding the handle I went to give it to the first mans outstretched hand. Before handing it to him I brought that hand up to cough into, and then realized how easy they thought this was. They didn't worry about that. I brought the gun back down, and before putting it into his hand I pulled the trigger.

His head jerked a little as the bullet passed up his neck. I spun around, and grabbed his vest to hold him upright although the strain was tremendous. He was flailing about trying to stop himself from dying. The drunk man staggered back and popped off a shot at me which hit his friend in the arm.

It worked.. god they were so naive.

I pulled the gun up, and tried my best to align the sights up with one hand. The drunken man stood in the open with no armor on. I pulled the trigger once more, and watched as his head flew back for a moment before his body crumpled to the floor.

Looks like I'm a natural at aiming...

I felt bad for the drunken man, but it was soon replaced with anger. I had killed two more people.

The police man had finally let his life go, and he wallowed there in a pool of blood. I took the pistol and shot him in the head, knowing that he would come back if I didn't.

I reached down and pulled the pistol out of his hand, lucky that we had the same make. I withdrew the clip to find only three bullets in it. I had used four today. I walked over to the next man to find that he had two more, but I picked up his gun after extracting the first one. I took that gun, and walked around the building, aware that I didn't know if there was anybody else.

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The building was completely empty besides there small camp that had very little provisions. I quickly sorted through my stuff to trade, and exchange for other various items.

I went back to the scene, and walked to the door. It was silent outside. I couldn't hear a moan, or shuffling. I pushed the door open, and to a quick peep outside. Finding nobody around I completely opened the door.

I gripped the bat, and the extra pistol, walking out slowly. I couldn't afford to get myself in a bad spot like that. I kept walking, and then stopped at the mouth of the alleyway. The road was clear, but why? The rotters would have came down the alley trying to find us, but they weren't around.

I looked at the wall that rested behind the building, and realized how close I had gotten to it.

Maybe the guards shot down at them?
No. There isn't any bodies lying around.

I looked back at the road, and noticed a sewer entrance.

Maybe...

I looked around and stepped out onto the street. Walking over to the circular man hole I set my two weapons down and started to lift the cover up.

I can stay here, or....

I slid the cover over, and picked the gun up. One lone rotter stood on the street slowly making its way towards me. I pulled the trigger and watched him fall to the ground. I set the now useless gun down, and picked up my bat as I entered the sewers.

I can escape.

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Looks like Ethan is getting a little trigger happy. What happens to our now deadly character as he heads into the sewers?

Find out next in the upcoming chapters.

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