The Plague: Zombie Attack

Chapter 3

Christy's POV

I should have convinced Reagan to go through the jammed lane, I thought, as we crouched behind a stand of baby clothes. I peeked around the edge, and saw the group of hunters. They were all surrounding a counter, making jokes and passing around a bag of jerky.

One of them spoke up. "Who decided to put the rookie up for highway patrol anyways. That kid looks as if he couldn't even take on a marshmellow." I found the speaker, a tall, pale man with a blond buzzcut. He grinned while his crewmates chuckled.

"Boss put him up, said he needs to learn to survive. Whatever, that job is the cushiest job around here. Hunting down the tourists, now that's a job." The big one with tattoos said.

I looked at Reagan, my eyes wider than plates. She shrugged, and I glanced back. Two of the six crew members were gone, undoubtly looking for us. I crawled towards a shelf of baby food, when suddenly I was lifted off the ground.

I was swung around to see a man with flaming red hair, and a beard to match, picking up Reagan. My captor faced me towards him, and I was shocked.

A man, with his coal black eyes and mangy hair held back with a bandana, growled, "Look, a tasty little morsel."

He marched me up to the counter where the rest of the crew sat, and threw me to the ground. The red hair guy did the same with Reagan. Their leader, which appears to be the blonde buzzcut guy, yanked me up by my collar. "So these are the two weasels trying to steal our supplies."

"Ple..please, we were just looking for supplies. We didn't know that the town was inhabited." I stammered.

"Bullshit. Our scout Ryan overheard you and your friend's conversation. You knew that there was a ambush plan. I think we should kill you here and now."

"Oh, lighten up Chief. We can just through them in with the one we caught yesterday. Also," He winked at us, "maybe they can help us with our little...problem."

Images flooded my mind, all dashed away as the "Chief" ordered our hands to be tied together. He took our packs and flung them over his shoulder. I looked at them briefly, which did not go unnoticed.

"Chief" grabbed my face and got real close to me. "You want these back, girly? You'll get them when you prove you are one of us."

We then started to march to their base camp, which was an old warehouse. It looked pleasant on the inside, with a flower garden surrounding the outside. It looked like an extremely nice place to stay.

Boy was I wrong.

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So we have gotten deeper into the story, stayed tuned!

-R