-LEWIS'S POV-
"Come on, we're almost there!"
The group had decided to dash back to their bunker after Will had been bitten. He needed immediate medical attention, they couldn't risk his wound getting infected.
Over time, Lewis grew more concerned. What if his friend's fate took a turn for the worst? What if he ended up transforming into an undead creep? The thought of having to kill his own decaying friend made dread swirl across his mind.
Suddenly, Sean ceased, frantically scanning the area in case an enemy was poised to ambush them. But, thankfully, the coast was clear.
"Lewis," Sean whispered, attempting to be as silent as possible. "Cover me. I'll tell you when everyone else is inside."
Lewis nodded, understanding that no risks should be taken. He twisted round and got into position. Now if one of the living dead sprung out, they'd be shot in an instant.
The sluggish, low-pitched creak revealed the bunker's concealed trapdoor was open. The entrance. Now focus was mandatory. A single second wasted could risk any one of the group's lives. Time seemed to lag again. Seconds mercilessly dragged on to seem like hours. Watching. Locked in defence against beasts lurking in the shadows.
All of a sudden, a roar erupted and the bushes trembled, giving away a creature's movement. Something was coming. A zombie burst out of nowhere, screeching, propelling itself forward with uncontrollable homicidal desires.
Thankfully, Lewis swiftly pulled the trigger. The incorporeal being flew back upon impact and crumpled into a bloodied mess on the ground. Lewis didn't hesitate to pump the forend, reloading in the process in case another beast leapt to commit onslaught on sight.
He sprung back into his original position, but nothing else dared to dash at him.
"Hey!" Sean called from behind. "The others have gone down. You go in before me, 'cause I'm going to shut it."
Lewis turned round and sped towards the trapdoor, refusing to waste time by speaking. He scrambled down the ladder, acknowledging the thunderous clank that shortly followed was the entrance being shut, assuring that he was now safe.
When he reached the bottom, Lewis sighed in relief. Another rough day gone by, another day alive. And the next, the carnage would go into a frenzy once again. Will was nowhere to be seen, so he'd clearly gone to the medical bay. Mark had gathered with a crowd, assisting the planning for the upcoming day, avoiding risk at all costs. If someone died, they'd turn and it would mean another enemy to slay.
"You alright?" Sean asked, approaching Lewis from behind. "Shit's been terrible today, but I'm gonna keep checking up on Will. Make sure he doesn't turn."
"No," Lewis responded, unable to conceal his fury and anxiousness. "I feel like I'm fucked."
"Today's been hell," Sean replied. "All we can do is hope for the best."
Lewis cursed under his breath. Hope for the best? Sean always said that, but the positivity was a lie half of the time. Things sometimes turned out atrocious. The quote was like a punch to the face. Lewis hated it severely.
"We've got to find out where those mutants are coming from. They can't get away with this. I'm not letting 'em," He snarled. "I swear, if some bastard is behind all this, I'm going to fucking kill them!"
"Easy, easy!" Sean commanded, slightly startled. "Threatening and cursing a ton isn't going to solve shit. But the location where the mutants come from? That's one of the things I'm going to discuss with the others. It's something we need to find out. And try to find a cure to help Will, of course."
Lewis shook his head, irritated. He dreaded what would happen to Will. He knew agony was going to tear at him. At his friends. All without mercy. He desired all of the stresses to retreat, even if it was momentarily. It was fuelling his aggression. Unfortunately, that was unlikely to happen.
"Go and get some rest," Sean told him. "You've got yourself worked up. I'll tell you if there's any updates on Will."
Lewis sighed, but complied without resistance.
