The Plague

Chapter 4

It's been two hours in this small town and we haven't seen a single convert. I'm beginning to wonder how credible the information given to us really is, either that or the plagued sons of bitches got wind we were coming and high tailed it out of here.

I'm walking the main street after trying the side roads and alley ways as 'bait'. This is something I've done plenty of times since converts are less intimidated by me seeing as how small I am.

That's their ignorance though, and I laugh quietly to myself thinking how wrong so many have been with this theory. Because now they're dead.

The main street is pretty small, being only a few blocks long with three traffic lights before you reach the end. There are cafes, bars, and boutiques all around, and the pedestrian traffic is a little cluttered. It makes sense for a Friday night, but it's also harder for us to spot the enemy when we are having to inspect face by face tediously.

As I'm walking I also manage to come up with a plan on how to send money to Dallas and Keaton. I will pretend a distant relative, mine of corse, has passed away and was supposed to will the money to me. But since I'm dead, Keaton my next of kin, will receive it instead. Genius! Hopefully, no questions will be asked. So far I estimated I've got a few thousand dollars already. I'll wait a few more months, give them a chance to use my life insurance money, and then send it. It's not much but it will definitely help.

I'm picturing the look of relief on Dallas's face and turning down another side street when I smell it. The unmistakable smell of those murderous beasts. I look around but can't see them. I know Vance and the others are behind me staying out of sight, so I venture further down, acting like I'm wiping something off my shirt so if they are watching me, they have no idea that I know they are there.

I hear Corey's whistle behind me, their way of letting me know they are close and watching. They must be able to tell the converts are around too, so I continue.

I hadn't taken three steps before I looked up through my lashes and saw a head peeking around an opening to a parking garage.

'I see you, you dirty nasty fuck.'

I hadn't looked directly at it so I keep walking past, still acting unaware. As soon as I pass and have made it about 50 feet away I cough, alerting the guys I'm about to make my move. I hear an answering whistle and stop, fiddling with my shoe and complain about fake blisters.

That's when they attack.

Ten converts quickly advance and as soon as they do, I take my fighters stance ready to kill me some zombie making monsters. The guys are already running to the scene blades in hand.

Two converts reach me first and the other eight caught on quick that they've been duped. They turn on the boys while I'm battling it out with the first two.

I punch the first one that reaches me, then I uppercut him in the jaw, grab him by the back of the head and knee him in the face. As I'm doing this, the second one has already reached our little tango, so I use the first one as leverage and swing myself into the other kicking him in the face. While the second one stumbles back I reach for the first again and slam him into the wall. Then I grab my blade and pierce his heart from behind.

I wasn't quick enough retrieving the blade and the second one, obviously pissed their little 'shopping trip' has been canceled, yanks me by the hair and throws me to the ground.

Big mistake buddy.

I use my legs to sweep his own out from under him and roll to my stomach quickly getting to my feet. He tries to get up also but I place a front kick to his face with so much force the rotting skin flys off and hits a garbage can behind us. I have no time to be grossed out, or shake the remnants of loose skin off of my boot because he's already trying to stand, looking at me with only half of a face, and I can see the anger in his borrowed eyes.