The sun shining down his back, moans & groans are heard, infected running towards him. A small smile spreads across his face, knowing the end had to come sooner or later.
Bill takes out a cigarette, lighting it,"mise well go out with a bang".
Bill aims his gun, pulling the trigger, but nothing pops out of the barrel. Nothing shoots out, the infected getting closer & closer with each breath he takes.
At that moment, several bullets come flying past him, the living dead dropping right in front of his very eyes, like a classic war zone.
Bill is in shock, turning around looking at a group of military men in green camouflage gear, with a working jeep behind them. He counted 6 men altogether.
"Howdy" Bill waves to them,"pleasure to make your acquaintance".
A bigger guy steps in front wearing shaded, not lowering his gun,"when were you bit?"
Bill looks down at his arm, at his bite,"it's a bite, but it doesn't affect me".
"BULLSHIT" one of the other military men yells out.
"Your immune?" The captain asks,"how is that possible?"
Bill takes one last drag, putting his cigarette on the ground stomping it out,"everything's possible in this fucked up world now".
The captain takes off his shades,"I....." suddenly a scream is heard behind them.
Bill turns towards the screams, a group of infected just popped out of the forest,"jesus".
"FALL BACK" the captain orders his men,"fall back."
Bill just watches as the infected take down about half the men, blood and guts everywhere on the road. The jeep drives off, leaving them there.
Bill grabs his gun, but remembers it's empty as he backs up, not wanting to be apart of their dinner.
The captain turns to Bill,"we gotta get out of here" reloading, then points and shoots his gun towards the undead enemy, just at that moment a noise is heard in the distance.
Bill stands there, a little bit of hope left,"did you hear that?"
"Hear WHAT?" The captain grabs Bill as they turn around.
"It's a boat whistle" Bill tells him as they run into the forest, the undead after them.
The captain turns around,"DUCK", unclipping a grenade and throws it towards the infected. Seconds later an explosion is heard, body parts flying everywhere.
"Impressive" Bill sits on the ground, smoking another cigarette.
The captain sits there, breathing heavily after the overrun,"my whole teams gone".
"We need to find that boat" Bill gets back to his feet, throwing his empty gun into the woods.
"Why? It's just going to be the same everywhere else" the captain looks up at the veteran,"plus you don't have anything to worry about. Your fucking immune to this shit".
Bill offers a hand up, throwing out his cigarette,"come on, lad. We need to get a move on".
The Captain waves him off, he puts his SMG down,"maybe there is a cure" looking up,"your blood......the virus. Maybe we could find a way to reverse it".
"I'm no doctor, but that sounds like crazy talk, mister" Bill grabs the SMG, handing it to him,"we got a job to do".
"You do" the captain takes out a swiss army knife,"this world sucks. My role is done here" then slices his own neck with the sharp tool, commiting suicide.
Bill watches in horror, the blood pouring out of his wound, the head going limp.
He closes the captain's eyes, and searches him, finding a grenade "life fucked us all, mate" feeling bad about himself as he gets back to his feet.
Something slimy goes around his neck, then grabs him pulling him in. The grip tightening as he reaches out to grab anything, the SMG on the ground. Then a shot is heard, the Smoker's tongue goes lifeless.
"Well, looky who we have here. If it isn't my favorite grandpa" Francis walks out from behind a tree reloading his gun,"oh, and your welcome by the way".
