Masketta Fall Vs. The Zombie Apocalypse {On Hold}

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Danny's POV

We began to scour the cafe, looking for any trace of Sarah's murderer and if possible, what had caused everyone to leave. Other than the blood trail leading out the back door and Sarah's brutally murdered body, we had nothing.

"I'm calling the police," Braden told us as he got out his phone and began to dial 000.

"No signal?" Braden said confused as he began to stand on tables and hold his phone up to the ceiling to try and gain at least one bar. I turned on the tv that was sitting on top of the counter which only displayed static. There were no signals, no way to contact my parents or even my other friends. What was going on?

Suddenly, the front door slammed open and a man came stumbling in. He looked sickly pale and could barely walk and only spoke with shallow breaths. He looks extremely distressed.

"H-help me," He coughed, blood splurging out of his mouth with every syllable. He was dying and he knew it.

"What happened?" I asked almost immediately. I took him to the nearest table and helped him sit down. He cleared the blood from his throat and Ben handed him a glass of water to help.

"It started from the children's hospital and spread like a bush fire," He began.

"What? What spread?" Jamie asked.

"A virus. It has no name but it was derived from a potential cure for cancer. I was one of the doctors working at the hospital but....something happened, I don't know. Someone must have contaminated the batch and it spread like a cold. Slow at first and then all at once. Some made it out or even died but others, they turned," The way he said "turned" did not sit with me well.

"Turned?" I asked. He coughed and a little splutter of blood went with it.

"They grow a hunger for human flesh. You can't control it and once you're bit or infected, you might as well finish off your death yourself because you don't want to turn into what I'm about to," He practically whispered.

"Across the road....there are guns. Two of you run across to my van, it's white," Quinn and Dan ran outside and ripped open the van, grabbing the shotguns and rifles and running back. Dan then went back and grabbed a duffle bag which was filled with boxes of ammo. How could this guy be so prepared?

"Please, don't let me turn. I can't live with killing other people. Please, I'm too weak to do it myself," the man pleaded. No one moved so I took a step forward and grabbed the man by the hand.

"Outside?" I asked. He nodded and lead me to the street. Tears slowly made their way down our faces as we all left one by one. I lifted the rifle and loaded the barrel, taking a deep breath as he took a step towards me. Before he let me shoot him, he ripped a small chain from his neck and handed it to me. It had a picture of a woman, a little boy on it and him. They looked so happy.

"My wife and son, their names are Luke and Amy. Please, find them and tell them I died the way I wanted. Keep them safe if you do, please? It's the only thing I want," I nodded slowly and he smiled weakly as I watched a few tears roll down his pale cheeks. He sat down on the ground and leant up against the building.

I aimed the gun carefully at the man. I didn't even know his name or how I was going to find his family but he was so kind. He didn't deserve a death like this, no one did. I wish I could reassure him, tell him everything was going to be okay or find him a cure of some kind but I couldn't do anything except for end his misery and oh, how I wished I didn't have to kill him. It fired and before I knew, I had officially killed someone.

"Danny?" Quinn asked. I dropped the gun on the ground and turned away, immediately feeling sick to my stomach. Why did I feel so guilty? It's what he wanted, right? No, of course not. No man wants to die alone without his family by his side. He definitely does not want to die at the hands of some girl he just met in the midst of a possible zombie apocalypse. I had to find his family, I made it my own personal mission and I was not going to let myself be killed by infected before I did so.

"I'm-I am okay," I said, walking back into the cafe. They all followed and I sat down on one of the chairs. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my fast pace heart. If I had to do anymore of this my heart is not going to like it.

Suddenly, the sound of a low growl echoed through the cafe. From what I put together, Sarah's killer was back and he was still hungry.

I hushed everyone, grabbed the shotgun sitting on the table and crawled out of my seat slowly. The sound was coming from the back office where Sarah's corpse laid. I could hear the sound of bones slowly snapping and crunching under the rotting teeth of the infected person. I choked down bile and made my way around the counter to where I had a perfect, clean shot at the person.

Flesh hung loosely from its exposed bones that were a yellowish green much like the colour of it's skin. It's hair was falling out in clumps and it had an obvious broken leg so it must've walked with a limp. I aimed the gun at the head of the man, lining it up carefully so I don't miss and draw his attention to me. He has his back to me and I don't really want to see what his face looks like.

The gun goes off a his head flies in all directions. Colours of crimson, olive and yellow fly in all directions and bile tries to make its way back up my throat again. I stand back up immediately and wipe some blood that flew into my hair away and place the gun on the counter.

"We need to barricade the windows and doors and then figure where we're meant to go afterwards," Ben said as he dragged in two wooden pallets used for shipping. Across the road was a warehouse where Quinn and Dan managed to find more wood, some nails and hammers. Ben and Dan began to barricade the windows and doors while we set up places to hide. Once we were done we sat down and drafted our plan.

"We could go to my parents?" Ben suggested.

"Too local. We need to go somewhere well away from the city," Braden replied.

"My cousin owns a farm out near Ballarat. It has a bunker for like zombie apocalypses and tornadoes and that sort of thing. I know where it is I can point the way," Quinn suggested.

"Sounds like a good idea. Are you guys up for it?" Dan asked. We all nodded and began to throw canned food and bottles of water in boxes and bags. Suddenly, there was a loud crash and a sharp pain rain up my leg. I looked down and saw my pant leg begin to grow a dark red and I saw that my leg had been cut open by a glass I must have knocked over. Quinn rushed over to me and wrapped a towel around my leg tightly.

"I thought for a second you had become infected," she said whilst tying the towel around my leg. I thanked her and stood back up.

"Guys! Infected!" Dan called out. We rushed to our places and aimed our guns as five infected started walking towards the cafe.