He stands up, kicking the tyre with his foot, cackling.
"Last time I did this I had a job."
"Mechanic?"
"Yes. Not really any use for us now, hey?"
"No, you could be useful, if you put your mind to it. Find some cars, make them stronger, withstand more of a beating."
"You're smart, you're quite smart."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now, let's get back home. Boss'd love to meet ya."
"Sure. Shotgun."
The man piles the bags in the boot, and lies the woman in the back. He sits at the wheel, grasping it, looking down with his eyes closed.
"You ok?"
No reply.
Wait, does a sniffle count?
"Yeah. Yeah I'm ok."
"You ever need help, I'm here."
"Sure.
He drives the car back the way I came. He slows to a stop in front of the house I visited earlier.
"Poor family. The daughters were bitten, so the father sent them to bed and shot them. His wife was bitten some time after. He shot her, then turned the gun on himself. Didn't want them to turn-wanted to stay human."
"I know how it feels. But if it's someone dear to you, it's a hell of a lot harder."
The man drive around the house, and into the open paddock.
"Where are we going?"
"To the group. Takes too long to follow the road, just cut through the paddock and get to the other side quicker. But it's only really good when you're near the house, more space. Back where I was it was dense."
"You know, it's been what? An hour since we met? I still haven't got your name yet."
"Neither have I. Pete. Nice to meet ya."
"Um, Jay. Pleasure."
Pete drives through the empty fields, dodging any Freak he sees. Eventually, we hit a road. He spins the wheel around, and we speed onto the road, going right.
He speeds for about ten minutes, and slows once we reach a large fence. He slows to a complete stop in front of a large iron gate. Wood panels cover the inside of the gate, making it impossible to see inside. Pete climbs out of the car, and walks to the gate. He knocks.
"Amy, open up!" he hollars. A young woman pulls the wood away, and glances to the car.
"He with you?"
"Yeah."
The woman pushes the wood back, and pulls the gate open with it. Pete walks back to the car, and climbs in.
"Who's she?" I ask.
"Amy. She regularly asks for gate watch."
"Is there any other patrols around the place? Above the walls?"
"Oh yeah, they've got their own little towers inside. He haven't really had any problems with the infected for ages, probably for a few months."
"There's plenty over Dead Side."
"Dead Side?"
"Dead Side. No living, all infected over there."
"Really?"
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Lost Emotions
HorrorSix years is way too long, barely anyone lived long enough to see it. It's nothing but painful. It was all just too much. Left to fend for ourselves, people orphaned, and entire families wiped out. Stories of those who lost the fight, unknown truths...
