We are now driving back to Dome 13 and the atmosphere is now worse than it was coming here; it's silent. Getting out of Dome 23 was much easier than expected. For some reason, we didn't get searched; it might have had something with the thugs paying off the guards but to be honest I have no idea. Both myself and Peter had to carry Chris's body into the jeep. I had to carry his decapitated leg in separately though drenched in blood. And the driver is in a state of shock so we have had to get Jason to drive.
"Hey, Jason, how long till we get back now?"
"About an hour or so."
I sit back and take a deep breath, distressing myself. But the atmosphere begins to get the better of me.
Screw this. I mumble to myself, and start walking to the front of the jeep.
"Mind if I sit here?" I say to Jason while dropping on to the passenger seat, giving him no time to reply.
There are windows in the front of the jeep which is one of the reasons I decide to sit there, for the view and to pass the time. I never noticed how screwed up the world was until today and I'm afraid that I haven't even scratched the surface. I'm staring out at a barren wasteland, no animals, no plant life, just dirt, so theres still not really alot to look at but there more then what's in the jeep.
I close my eyes only for a moment, but that's all it takes for someone stressed and tired to pass out.
Arrhhhh. I wake up to a loud, thumping sound emitting from the back of the jeep.
"Yawn, where are we?" I say to anyone listening.
"We're at the Dome 13 hazard checkpoint, so it won't take long now" Jason replies.
"What's that sound?"
"Probably the search squad."
I strain my eyes looking out of the front window and notice something.
"Hey, are you sure it's the search squad?" I say as I point as the search squad on a coffee break.
That's when I remember just what we'd done wrong. "If someone dies by someone else's hand, the dead shall return." the thumps continue.
"Oh, crap." Jason says
I get out of the chair and start walking towards the rest of the team.
"Hey, we've got a problem. Chris isn't dead"
"Ain't that a good thing." Pandora says tiredly.
"No. You forget that because he was killed; he's now undead"
"What do we do then?" says Tracy.
"Well, I think we should get out of the car, and just let the squad outside take care of it."
We all rush towards to door.
"I wouldn't bother. It's locked, part of the security protocol. Basically we can't leave until they check the jeep." Jason says insightfully.
"Can we unlock it?" Pandora asks.
"No." Jason replies.
We decide on shouting to the squad outside, grabbing their attention.
"HEY. HELLO." I shout, but our voices are muffled by the armour surrounding the jeep.
The squad outside looks blankly at our jeep and rise to their feet.
Unfortunately, they begin walking to the back of the jeep, the storage area.
"Great, we just got them to start searching. They're dead." Peter says.
The thumping continues as their squad draws closer.
We all stand silently waiting for something to happen.
(Thump, thump, thump thump.)
There is a creaking sound which I presume is the jeeps storage door opening, leading up to a series of high pitched screams.
I close my eyes knowing this was partially my fault and start moving towards the front of the jeep.
The lights flicker and turn off. Everything is pitch black; the screams outside the jeep continue.
Flashing red lights appear and an insanely annoying alarm. "Bio-hazard breach in sector 34; I repeat, bio-hazard breach in sector 34."
I sit down staring at the flashing light, waiting for it all to be over.
Today, we got four innocent people killed. All because we were a little distracted. Anyway, we have been ordered to see General Destron. I'm not looking forward to it; neither is anybody else by the looks of them. We walk into his office and line up in an orderly fashion.
"Just what the hell is wrong with you lot. We have told you on multiple occasions that when someone is killed, they will come back."
"We told you, we were robbed. Chris got his leg blown off and we kinda forgot that the dead can come back. If you should be blaming someone, blame our driver he's been here a lot longer then us and he didn't speak up."
"And he knew the thief." Peter interrupts.
"Did he now. Well I'll go and talk to him, but you're not out of the shitter yet. I'm sentencing you to 2 weeks of new basic knowledge lessons and tactical practice. Oh, and deducting your pay since you didn't really get the job done. Dismissed."
As I leave the room, I sigh with relief.
"Well, that could have been worse." I say, being optimistic.
"Yeah, it could have. Wanna go to the pub?" asks Peter.
"Yeah, can't see why not." I reply.
"How about you lot, you coming?" I ask.
"Sure." says Pandora.
"Hmm, I don't know. I really just want to go to bed." Tracy replies.
"Come on. You can spend your first wages." Peter says persuasively.
"Oh, alright then, but I'll only be staying about an hour or so."
There are two others that agree to go, but I don't know them or their names. I'll ask for them later.
