The Plague

Chapter 3: Found

Remember when you were a child, and your dog named Spot ran away from home? You skipped school looking for him. You made poster's and clipped it onto cars, street lights. You handed them out to every person you could find. Then, three weeks later, he arrived. That same joy you might've felt is exactly how I felt as I stood into the bloodshot girl's eyes. From the words of your everyday teenager, I was "shook".

I basically threw myself towards her. Throwing any and everything down. I immediately unbuckled her seatbelt. She groaned. "Help."

"I've got you. I promise. We're going to make it out of this."

"This is going to hurt." I told her.

"What.." her eyes darted from side to side in a panic.

"Are you ready?"

"No."

"Good." I put my hands behind her back and knees. "On three.

One. Two. Three." I lifted her up. She howled in pain.

"I know. I'll help you. You'll be fine." Honestly, I wasn't even sure if I was telling the truth. These pieces of debris were deep in her. It would be a miracle if she as much as limped after this.

As I stepped out of the plane, we both groaned, blinded by the sun. Once my eyes adjusted, I took in my surroundings.

The horde. The thick, impenetrable wall of the horde. The huge crowd traveled as one, as if they were one huge hive mind. They traveled as one, but doubled over each other like an avalanche of bodies, not caring who or what was in their way, as long as they ate. I silently wondered if there was an alpha that "led" the groups, or if one zombie just happened to be in the front of the group. I made a mental note to experiment with that later on. The zombies were unorganized and reckless, but they moved with incredible haste. The creatures will be ripping us apart in barely ten minutes.

I felt the girl tense in my arms. "W-what is that? What the hell are those things?" Her heart began racing, and the expression on her face turned horrorstruck.

I broke into the closest thing to a run I could manage without hurting the girl bleeding on me. The only option we had was to go around the horde. We worked through the sand as best as we could. (Though I should be saying I was, since all the girl did was audibly groan and ruin my only clean piece of clothing left.)

We ran along the coastline for several minutes. When my legs finally felt like giving out, I stopped to check where we were. There was a good distance between us and the plane, but not enough. The horde was raiding the plane and too distracted enough to give a damn about us.

The girl in my arms yelped. I looked at her in alarm. "What's wrong?"

She looked to the side, and my eyes followed. A zombie separate from the horde was approaching us with impeccable speed. "Dammit." I started running as fast as I could, but the creature was much faster. Within seconds I could see the whites in its eyes. I rested the girl down on the sand. She cried out as I took my knife from my pocket. I turned around to slash at the thing, but it was too late. It tackled me with the strength of a fully grown gorilla. My knife went flying. I grunted as I hit the sand. The thing screamed in my face, getting its nasty yellow saliva all over me. I threw a punch right into its cheek. It reeled back, but for just a moment, long enough for me to get the revolver at my side. I tugged it out and aimed. Too late. The zombie smacked the weapon out of my hand. It flew out of my reach. The creature crawled towards me, but I kicked it in the face. It stopped for a second and crawled back onto me. I grabbed it by its throat, attempting to slow down, if not stop my inevitable death. It gnawed at me, hungry for my flesh, but my grip held it back. I was strong, but the zombie was stronger. My elbows buckled, and the zombie thrust its head forward for the kill.