Quarantine

Moving

Last night had left me sleepless, and an ache had formed on my back from the tunnels curved walls.

Night had been approaching fast, and I went back to the tunnel to find safety from the undead. A few minutes after I had made a "comfortable" bed it had started sprinkling outside. The small droplets of water landed on my head, and splotched my clothing.

I shivered slightly as my body felt the cool dampness of the rain. I pulled farther away from the entrance, and had ended up wedged in between the grate, and the wall just to avoid getting wet.

I stifled a yawn, and removed the rifle which was starting to chew into the side of my chest. I placed it down next to me, and soon fell fast asleep.

The morning did me no favors as I awoke from my sleep. As I went to crouch a dull pain kept up my spine, but didn't go anywhere. I grimaced as it called out to be acknowledged with every move I made.

I picked up the rifle, and flung it across my shoulders. My bat laid next to me as well, but I didn't think I really needed it not that I had what I had. I stood up, and walked out into the morning air.

Last nights rain had left the ground soggy, and clouds rolled over the sun as I walked up the bank. I went to the path and walked back to the camp where I had something in mind.

The rotters had left the chain link fence sometime last night, and I was determined in getting across it. I reached the tents outside row, and I methodically searched every tent. Slowly entering it every time I didn't find what I wanted.

The third row held promise as I entered a slightly larger tent. I opened a crate marked United States Military, and used the knife I had to slowly pry the nails out of the lid. With the last push the lid slid off of the box and I looked inside.

The box held all sorts of mechanical equipment, and after sifting through it I found bolt cutters.

Not exactly what I wanted, but it will have to work.

I walked to the outskirts of the encampment, and looked for any rotters. None, to my surprise, and I ran to the fence with the bolt cutters in my hand.

I looked around again, and then pulled the button out to snip a link. I pressed, and it snapped almost soundlessly. I let out a sigh as I could do this for a while before I was seen. I went for another link, and cut it.

I looked at the fence and counted the places I had to cut. Two down, and like 57 left to go. I gave up counting, and just guessed it to where I could slip trough easily.

It's going to be a long day.

I kept cutting the chain links, but never did stop looking around. I didn't want to be caught out in the open. I was halfway up my desired length before I heard something. I grabbed the barrel of my rifle, and looked around.

No rotters were near me, and I had chosen a pretty open area with no cover. Letting the fear slide I thought it to be paranoia from it being so quiet. I continued cutting the fence, hoping to finish before lunch.

I almost reached what I wanted when I looked behind me again. Another horde of rotters had came through a clearing, and were making there towards me.

Shit... what do I do?

My hand grabbed the rifles barrel, but soon slipped down as I stretched the fence as far as it would go.

I think I can fit through there.

I pushed my bag through, and then slipped one leg in before looking back. The were approaching faster than I thought they would. I had slipped one arm through, and almost got my other one through before I started to worry about getting stuck.

They were getting closer, and I wasn't even half way through the fence. I pushed on it and pulled my arm free of its clutches. My leg was firmly stuck on the fence, and the rotters were extremely close.

God no. Not today. I am not dying today.

I grabbed my rifle, and slipped it through the broken fence. They were to close for comfort on my behalf. I aimed upward, and held the trigger. Pain buffeted my arm as the gun bucked back wildly. I kept holding the trigger down as rotters fell down to the ground. The noise was intense, and my head was hammering as the bullets shredded the mass of people.

The noise ceased, and the bucking stopped when I heard a clicking sound come from the gun. I had unloaded the whole clip into the crowd, and not one of them was left standing.

I fell down to the ground, and my leg slipped through. I let out a laugh of relief as the rifle slipped from my grasp, and landed with a bounce onto the ground.

"I'M STILL ALIVE YOU SON OF A BITCHES!" I screamed into the air laughing at the end at my extreme luck.

I pulled my leg back and looked at the bolt cutters that lay on the other side of the fence. I was through, and I didn't need them anymore. I picked up my rifle and stood, looking around as I popped out the empty magazine.

I slipped another one in, and pulled the sliding part that ejected the bullets back. I still hadn't figured out it's name yet. I walked away from the fence with my rifle in tow, and slid the strap over my head.

I didn't understand why the suburbs hadn't been quarantined as well, but I put it off as I started to jog into the depths of the new world.

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Is Ethan's arm going to be alright?

What will he find in the suburbs?

Find out in the next chapter.

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