Dead Blood

Hasta Luego

A few states later, plus a lot of detours due to most of the roads being closed, they had arrived in Texas. Granted, they just crossed the border, but at least they made it to the state.
Greg, who decided to take a break from driving to load up some more bullets into his weapons, had finally looked out the window. Zombies covered the sidewalks, quarantine signs were posted, and buildings had paint on them. All the paint on every building spelled out S.O.S... guess nobody was saved.
Guillermo, who had taken over driving, was peering left and right, watching all the dead bodies shuffle around. The sight of all of them made him sick to his stomach. All of those people... "My job is to protect everyone... how could I have let this slipped?"
Those words were soon taken away from him as Star literally pulled his face towards her and stuck her tongue down his throat. Not something the rest of the group expected.
Greg gagged a bit, or rather he made the sound of someone gagging. He didn't hate that they made out a lot, but that didn't mean that he wasn't gonna give them shit if it happened in front of him.
Heather just snickered a bit, but she also couldn't really laugh. Last time she had that, it broke her heart. Her ex, whom she had broken up with, was kinda controlling. Not abusive, but he wanted to oversee every action that Heather did. She left him because he lacked the ambition to change. Although, nobody knew that. She told Greg that he was just different around her when he was with friends. She didn't tell him that he wanted to be her fucking parole officer. Though, that was for her to tell when she felt comfortable. Right now wasn't the time.
Brandon, who was driving behind them with Natalie, got on the radio and ended it. "Will you two quit tongue fucking each other and keep driving?! We're surrounded by flesh eating corpses!"
Guillermo and Star laughed. "Yeah, yeah, we're going." They kept driving further and further.
Eventually, they arrived at a large wall in the middle of the city. It seemed to spread around for miles and miles. That made everyone's heads perk up.
"A quarantine zone?" Greg peered at the wall. "That means there could be survivors."
Heather looked all around the area. It didn't make sense. Sure, a quarantine zone means the possibility for survivors, but where were they? And why were there no zombies surrounding the wall? Something wasn't right. "Guys, why don't we keep moving? This is giving me the creeps."
Greg opened his door. "Heather, it's okay. We could find survivors here..." he stepped out for a minute, thinking about what he said. Maybe she was right, because if there were survivors here, why aren't zombies surrounding the area? Why are there no survivors screaming? Why... why is it so quiet? Time to find out. "Listen, I want you guys to stay out here and keep guard. I'm gonna head in and scope the area out."
Heather almost panicked. "No, Gregory, that's too dangerous. You could die."
Greg looked at her, his face appearing calm. "Heather, we could all die at any moment. And if I die now, at least you will survive. I'll make sure you guys live, even if I have to die to ensure that."
Everyone fell silent. Guillermo sighed silently. He wanted to argue with Greg, because he didn't want to lose him, but he couldn't. Guillermo felt the same way, he would give his life up for his friends, if it meant they would be safe. "I'll keep watch. You go," Guillermo said as he looked over at Heather. "He's coming back."
Greg smirked slightly. "I'll be back soon." He stepped lightly to the quarantine. As soon as he went inside... his eyes grew wider than the wall stretching around the area. Bodies piled on the ground, zombies roamed around while munching on the leftover flesh they pulled off of the decaying bodies. 'Disgusting,' he thought as he tiptoed through the massive horde.
Guillermo had been busy taking his gun apart and putting it back together. "Do you guys think that this Dr. Freedman will actually be able to help us?" He asked the others.
Natalie nodded. "She brought me back, and from what I know, she's trying to bring back my husband."
Heather looked at Natalie. "I thought you and Gregory were a thing," she responded, her voice filled with confusion.
Natalie sighed. "Well, not exactly. We ended up together on out first adventure in Florida. But, it was after my husband died and before I died. Besides, I think he's moved on, judging from how he looks at you."
Heather blushed slightly. "Me?"
Guillermo sighed. "Natalie, you know he went through three months if alcoholism because you died."
Star looked over at the wall surrounding the city. "He did, and it almost killed him. He couldn't even go to your funeral because he was hurting."
Natalie stared at the ground. "That's not what I wanted... I wanted him to move on... what do I do?"
Brandon, who was silent most of the time, actually chimed in. "Give him closure."
"Excuse me?" Natalie said.
"He hasn't truly moved on because he still thinks something might happen now that you're back. You need to tell him that it won't," he answered as he went back to being silent.
All that could be heard from the distance was the screeching of... something. It sounded human, but, also monstrous. Almost like the Hulk in Marvel movies. "What was that?" Guillermo asked.
Greg had gotten through the horde, and made it to a large building. It appeared to be a hospital of some sorts, but, it wasn't. No ambulances were around, nor any zombie doctors. "Is it a lab?" He looked around for a bit. "Maybe." He took another step toward the building.
Before his foot hit the ground, another screech had sounded, this time, close to him. "What the hell?" He said silently as he pulled his pistol out. The ground beneath him started to shake, but not because of an earthquake, no, this was... something worse, but what?
Greg reached for his radio. He spoke silently, "Guys... whatever you do, do not come in here yet."
Guillermo was confused by his words. "Yet? What's going on? What is that screeching?" Guillermo asked loudly, going to the wall.
"I think I'm about to find out," Greg stated as he put the radio on silent, and waited. The rumbling got louder, and the screeching got deeper.
What approached Greg at the speed of a cheetah, but the strength of what appeared to be Godzilla, was horrendous. It was almost like the zombie overdosed on a fuckton of steroids. The legs were useless on the thing, because it held itself up on it's hands, but that didn't matter at this point. It growled and charged at Greg.
All Greg could do was run the other direction as fast as he could. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!" He screamed as he sprinted down the road.
The beast caught up to Greg and grabbed him like he was a toy. He picked him up and tossed him directly at the wall. The collision between Greg and the concrete caused some blood to be coughed up from Greg.
All Greg could do now, was lay and watch the beast charge at him again. It seemed like this was it... a concussion, a few broken ribs, and possibly a broken leg. This was how he was gonna die. "Well, at least I'm not a virgin," he said as he coughed a bit.
However, that's when he saw it. The last chance he had to survive this, it was sitting right in front of him. An RPG, just sitting there in front of a dead military officer. "Poor bastard. But, I'm gonna borrow this," he whispered as he crawled, wincing in agony, to the rocket. He grabbed it and held it up on his shoulder. He got into a kneeling position with his good knee, and he aimed right at the charging creature. Oh, and the best part? The creature was dead center.
As Greg pulled the trigger, he uttered these two words. "Hasta Luego."
The rocket flew straight at the creature, and hit it straight in the sternum, or what was the sternum. Blood flew into the air, and caught the attention of the surrounding zombies.
"What was that?" Heather asked as she took a glance at the explosion. "That's where Greg is..."
"Oh no..." Guillermo panicked as he loaded his weapons. "Let's go, now!" Everyone sprinted in, shooting every flesh eater that got in their way.
Once they arrived at the scene of the explosion, they stopped abruptly. They couldn't believe how much blood was on the street. It was appalling.
"Oh my god," Natalie whispered as she looked around.
Star kept walking forward, and she saw him. She saw Greg, on the ground, not moving a single muscle. "Greg!!" She screamed as she ran up to him. "Greg? Are you still with us?"
No answer.
Everyone else followed Star and knelt beside her. Brandon put two fingers on Greg's neck. He could feel his pulse, it was rapid. "He's alive. But he's in a state of shock."
"We need to get him out of here," Heather said as she picked Greg up. She looked around and saw a large building that had a red cross on it. "Good. There's a hospital right there..." she stopped for a minute. The lights were on, the power was running. "Who was able to start the power?" She shook her head. "Doesn't matter. Let's just get him in there."