New Hope Alliance (Book 1)

Chapter 10. ''Tank.''

I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout. But I couldn't, not around them. They would think I was crazy or some shit. That's when He made a sudden stop near a Broken down Military-Buggy. We all hopped out, cocking back our Weapons and taking out the gas buckets. We slowly made our way through the broken down Urban-Setting. Alaska really upped themselves after 2024, making most of the cities more Urban and big. ''Found 'em!'' A man in Cowboy boots called out, pointing three unscathed Tanks on the road. ''Whats up with those tanks?'' A woman asked, holding her M16 In her hands as she climbed atop of a car. I looked at the heavy tanks, seeing the khaki color they branded. ''I honestly have no Idea.'' I answered. The Others started to call over to the group, waving them over to the tanks. They seemed utterly clueless of where we are and what we were doing. And utterly clueless of what was about to happen. ''Do you understand where we are.'' I asked, looking over at the woman next to me. ''Nope. Why?'' 

Oh god.

''We're in sinner territory.'' I said, straightening myself. She perked up, looking over at her allies carrying the gas slowly. She began to yell at them, ''Hurry up! We gotta go! Lets move!'' She said, rallying them up to fill the two M1 tanks. As they finally made it over, The woman hopped down the car. She slipped! Hitting her back on the cars roof, causing it to go off with an alarming beep. She quickly sprang-up, looking around in panic. I ran forwards, helping her up to keep her safe from any attackers  As me and the woman I carried turned to look...

The groan of the undead came flying towards us. The sound of them dragging their body parts down the street behind them, the spitty hiss they make as their decayed teeth, yellowed and full of pulpy bits of bloody flesh, snap as they made their way towards us. They moaned moan like no other monster. Their terrible hunger evokes painful sounding moans as they hiss and snap at their meal: Us. I yelled back at the Refueling group: ''HURRY UP!'' I screamed at them. Some scouts came running to me, cocking back there weapons and firing. They fell face flat on the hard blacktop road as they were jolted back by the Automatic weapons. Blood painted the ground and the Undead as the bullets sprayed them with loud RATATATATA'S. One of our Men screamed, disappearing out of my sight. I ran to where the sound came from, ''I'll be back!'' I called out. I ran into the alleyway. How fun? Right? 

He's dead.

His body slowly gathered up a blood pool, lifeless.  I saw a man over his body, a Sinner... He wore a black hoodie over his scarred face, Just looking at me with his pistol ready to fire. The man stood there with a gun in his hand pointed directly at me. My heart started racing fearing of what was about to happen. The metal from the Silencer glinted brightly into my eyes like a light at the end of a tunnel. I heard the silent click as the man took the safety off. I started to panic forgetting to even breath as I stared helpless at the man who would possibly end my life. His eyes were like a demon's, fiery and full of hatred. His lips slightly curved up knowing he had full control of my life. I wanted to run, to hide, to wish this was just a dream. I started to think of all the things I would leave behind. My family, my friends, everyone I loved. My body started to quiver from the pure adrenaline coursing through my veins. Everything seemed to move slowly that a few seconds seemed like years. ''Garin Williams.'' The Sinner called out. My Allies were still fighting the Undead as the Tanks were being refueled.

I attempted to call out for them, but he fired near me, causing me to flinch. A soft sound came out the barrel, not enough to make my friends hear. ''No. I don't think so.'' The Sinner said, walking over. ''Remember me?''