Mutant Uprising

3

I decided that it was probably best to team up with other survivors. I walked over to the group with the wounded man and began to help.

(Whilst this group has vital skills and are unlikely to leave you behind they will seriously hindered by the wounded man, who may or may not turn out to be infected.)

I told the group that I thought that we should try to find some transport and get out of the city center. One of them suggested we go to the parking area a few blocks down. We quickly agreed our strategy and made our way down the street.

As we approached the parking lot we noticed a few infected wandering idly around the entrance. There was no real way to avoid them. I began making as much noise as I could, running in circles around the infected. My plan worked, and they began to follow me around the entrance. The others swiftly entered the car pack and began searching for a suitable vehicle. I was glad they had made it inside but I was still in serious danger.

I eventually managed to lose the infected and quickly caught up with the others, but I promised myself that I would never volunteer as bait again. We eventually found a few different options for vehicles in witch we could make or escape. On the far side of the parking area we found a pair of road motorbikes. Closer to us was a four wheel drive all terrain jeep, a large fright truck and a convertible sports car. I suggested we take the jeep and the others quickly agreed. Having the ability to go of road if necessary would be incredibly useful especially since many roads would have been blocked with traffic, accident, or zombies. We approached the jeep and peered inside. To our dismay we saw a pair of infected inside, desperately clawing at the windows in attempt to escape. I made my suggestion but the others didn't listen. They really wanted that jeep and a few zombies weren't going to stand in their way. The others immediately flung open the doors and started trying to drag the zombies out. However they were having serious trouble it seemed like they would most likely end up dead if I didn't intervene. I headed towards the motorbikes and didn't look back. I climbed aboard my chosen vehicle and sped away from the car park into the main street. By then the roads were littered with bodies and car wreckages; it was all I could do to avoid them. Everywhere I looked I could see only scenes of carnage. It seemed that those not already infected were fighting a losing battle. My thoughts quickly turned to my wife. I tried to tell myself that she would be okay but that didn't stop the horrible feeling in the spit of my stomach. I knew I had to get home as soon as possible.