Fear the Roaming Dead

Collapse (chapter 4)

Dex stood up and rubbed his forehead. He looked down at the shaking and shivering Wally. Dex leaned over and picked up his suitcase and began shoving dirty clothes on the floor. Wally turned the chair over and looked at Dex. "What're you doing!?" he yelled.

Dex looked over at him while shoving a jersey into his backpack. "We're going to Norridge." "Norridge!?" Wally asked sliding out of the chair. He slid on his flip flops and began backing his backpack as well. "Why Norridge?" Wally questioned.

"It's an old indian preserve by Augusta. It has wooden walls around it." Dex said zipping his backpack up and shoving a water bottle into the side of it. "I know what it is, but why are we going there?" Wally asked. Dex put on the backpack and turned off the television. "The whole world is going to sh*t! We need to get out of the city." Wally zipped up his backpack full of T-shirts, leather vests, and jeans. He slid it on and put his hands in his pockets. "Not the whole world. Just the populated areas, and the police have it under control." Wally followed Dex down the hallways.

"Are you kidding me!? There are rioters in the streets, the weird cult sick people walking around, and the police are shooting at all of them!" Dex jogged through the hallways to hear some more of the vibrations. He stopped and held onto the walls, as did Wally. Dex looked to his right and some dust was falling from the roof. He looked at Wally, nodded, and sprinted as quick as he could towards the exits.

Dex and Wally bursted out of the exit and rolled into the pavement around the college dorms. Dex scrambled to his feet while Wally slowly stood up. Dex looked up and it was night. The only lights visible were some stars, some street lights, and a bright orange tint in the back of the horizon. Dex pointed. "Fire. That's where we're headed." he started towards the parking lot. Wally grabbed his shoulder. "Wait, why are we heading towards the capital!? Towards the rioting and sick!?" Dex removed his hand and kept walking. "Norridge is through that. The major highway that leads to it."

Wally sighed. "Anywhere but Norridge?" Wally asked. "No," Dex said entering the parking lot. "Norridge is the only place where water has been clean and working since 1937. Plus, they built solar panels now. We'll have electricity." Dex mounted his motorcycle and inserted the keys. Wally got on the back and put on a helmet resting on the back. "I have a bad feeling about it. What if we get shot at?" "Here," Dex handed him his desert eagle. "Shoot people if you want to or need to." Dex veered up the motorcycle and cranked the handles. The motorcycle sprung forward and Wally grabbed onto Dex's side.

Dex pulled around some cars that were still there and drove through the college's courtyard area and he stirred up grass. The motorcycle made it to the main road and sped around some other roads and streets. Dex turned left and veered into the main highway, which was filled with cars.

Bumper to bumper, headlights polluting the air with light. Honking and yelling was heard all throughout the roads and some police and SWAT members were standing by and directing people away. Traffic didn't listen to them. Some kept plowing through the police cars and some pedestrians actually got out of their car and began fist fighting them.

"Woah." Dex mumbled.

Someone next to them got out of their car with a glass bottle and rag sticking out of it. The man lit a match and tossed the live molotov cocktail into the police barricade. Flames spat out of the glass and a car caught fire. The flames caught onto a police officer and he fell to the ground and started rolling. The SWAT members began chasing down the offender. The man ran around cars and avoided the SWAT. The man sparked something in the impatient pedestrians.

Some got out of their cars and flashed their concealed carry firearms. People took baseball bats out of their trunks and machetes from their survival gear and started towards the police. Police retaliated with tasers, pepper spray, and flash bombs. It didn't last longer than five minutes. People began overwhelming them and police were getting slain in the streets.

Wally covered his eyes and groaned. Dex veered the motorcycle and began wedging it through cars that were apart a little. Dex began speeding through each car and driving down the highway quickly and with ease. Some people flipped them off as they drove by, envying the fact they were legally allowed to do that.

Dex pointed to a mob of people on the side of the road. Wally looked over his shoulder and nodded no. "Are those the sick people?" Dex asked. Wally nodded.

A group of people were slowly walking towards the traffic, they were stumbling as they walked and they made an eerie growl. The were pounding on people's cars and clawing at the windows. Dex slowed down a little to watch. Some of the sick people looked up and began speed walking towards the two. Wally kicked Dex in the back of the leg. "Go! Go!" he yelled. Dex twisted the handles and began speeding and quickly going between the cars. One of the sick lunged out from behind a car and splat against another car after Dex rammed them. The motorcycle bumped a little bit and Wally smiled in excitement. "Do you think they're dead?" Wally turned back at the corpse laying in front of the cars. Dex nodded. "Hell ya they're dead." Dex sped quicker and faster until the orange tint in the horizon became a second sun in the horizon.

Dex stopped over the hill and looked down. The city of Augusta was collapsing. Around one-fourth of all the buildings were on fire. Military grade vehicles, including tanks, were strolling the street. SWAT leaned out of those vehicles and were firing upon the rioting pedestrians and the cult sick people. Wally nodded. "Uh uh," he pointed back from where they came. "No. We are not driving through that." Dex smiled at him maliciously. "Gotta take risks in your life sometimes!" He veered the motorcycle up on sped quickly through the traffic. Wally scoffed. "If you wanna get through these cars, go to the lane leading into Augusta. No one is on that highway!" he pointed across the median. Dex nodded. He motioned his bike and zoomed across the median. Dex chuckled. "We're flying now!" he cranked the handles as far as it could go. The bike popped a wheelie and sped around two-hundred miles per hour down an empty road.

Wally held on for dear life. "Dex. I know the road is empty, but you're not wearing a helmet." Dex brushed it off. "It's fine. Been riding a motorcycle for four years!" Wally covered his eyes. "Four years. Four years!" Wally sighed. "Whatever. Just be careful." Dex nodded. "Will do." Dex laughed. "We can do this. You just gotta trust me!"