Humanity's Last Hope.

Chapter 6: Explanation.

Susie and I walk in with our bags. "Alright, now tell me what the fuck is going on." He says, leaning on his couch and crossing his arms.

"Ok. Susie, could you sit down?" I say. "Alright, so where to start? Oh yeah! The beginning."

I motion for him to sit down. Ryan sits down. Susie sits down after him. "So tomorrow, the world ends." He doesn't look like he believes it.

"Uh huh, so? How do I know that you aren't lying?" Ryan says.

I continue. "A virus mutated people into zombies. Some of them mutated into Leapers, Lickers, Yellers, and I had heard of rumors of two other mutations."

I pull up my shirt to show the scar. "Jesus fucking Christ!" He shouts while looking at the slash and its pinkish deformed skin.

"A Leaper did this to me. Its claws are made out of sharpened bone. If it claws someone, it usually results in a limb being severed, but obviously, it can cut people without cutting off a limb. The slashes cause intense blood loss. And it's extremely fucking painful to both receive and treat.” I pull down my shirt.

"Due to the mutations, they have lost their tissue around the spine and front for strong legs which can launch them far and can launch them high. They use that to their advantage and pounce on people and tear them apart using their claws. I saw one take down a big Russian dude in 30 seconds." I smile like a madman. Ryan looks like he's about to piss himself.

"Do you believe me now? Or would you like to hear more?"

He nods his head. "I fucking believe you, but I have one question."

I put on a normal face.

"What?"

"If all of this is true then, how are you here and how are you alive?"

I go and get a bottle of water. I chug it. "Well, even I don't know. But I did have a dream, I was in a sea of black, and then I saw him. He told me that I was a 'Chosen Soul'. God said that they were chosen to save humanity whenever we were about to go extinct. The other 'chosen souls' didn't survive when they had to save humanity, but I have a chance to survive this quest. Now, let me ask you a question." He nods his head.

"Sure, what's your question?" He says nervously.

"Are you with us? Can you join our group?"

He looks at me and Susie. "Sure John, you guys would probably be my only chance of survival." I hand him a bag.

"Susie, did you pack the bags with equal supplies?"

She gives me a thumbs up. "Like I said before, I packed it equally."

"Perfect. Ok, Ryan look in your bag. There should be some 'armor' to protect you from zombie bites. And a baseball bat and a crowbar. Take any weapons you have, as long as you have room in your bag." Ryan goes to his room and comes out with a pistol holster and 7 magazines for the pistol.

"What type of pistol is that?" I ask. He smiles. "This beauty is a Colt M1911. It uses .45 ACP and it holds 7 rounds per magazine. I got 7 magazines filled with rounds, not including the one in the gun currently." He holsters the pistol. I nod my head.

"Okay. Got it. Alright, get your gear ready. When the apocalypse starts, we are gonna have to fight our way to the abandoned military base."

I point to the fridge. "You got any beer or alcohol?" He nods his head. "Yeah, like five bottles. Why?"

I smile and grab the bottles of alcohol. "We are gonna make molotovs." I pour out most of the alcohol in the sink. "Do you have laundry detergent and gasoline?"

He nods his head. "Detergent is in the laundry room and gas is in the garage."

I walk to the laundry room and grab the laundry detergent. I walk into the garage and grab the gas sitting by the door.

"Let's see..." I pour some laundry detergent in each of the bottles. "Add some of this..." I pour the gasoline in all of the bottles. "And put that there..." I grab the rags sitting by the hamper in the laundry room. I tie the rags into the bottles.

"And... Voila! 5 molotovs, ready to burn some infected or some people. These are fragile, don't play around with those." I say happily.

"Let's gear up and get ready to fight the horde. I've set an alarm for 7:00, we wake up at that time and get walking to the abandoned military base." We all go lay down in the living room. Ryan lays on a recliner while Susie and I lay on the couch together.