Mutant Uprising

5

My only hope was to get past the lone infected. Grabbing a brick, I waited just long enough for the infected to get close before smashing it into his face. There was a sickening crack on his jawbone fractured and blood sprayed from his mouth. My former neighbor fell to the ground and before he could get back up I was able to run past. I sped down the alley and back on the street. When I looked over my shoulder, there was no sign of my pursuers. I could see my house now, just 100 feet or so away. My heart sank when I saw yet another group of infected wandering aimlessly between me and my goal. I decided it was too dangerous to carry on down the street. I went around the back of one of the neighbor's houses and climbed over the fence into their garden. It was tiring, but I carried on scrambling over the fences until I got to my own backyard. As I approached the house I noticed the glass in the backdoor had been smashed and the door left slightly a jar. I was terrified for my wife's safety. I realized that whoever had been in the house could still be in there and without a weapon I wouldn't be able to help my wife. I headed over to the shed and checked my pockets. Luckily I still had my keys, and was able to remove the paddle lock and open the door. Inside there was a wide range of tools to choose from. I took the crow bar, knowing that it would be easy to swing indoors yet heavy enough to cave in a human skull. With my weapon in hand I left the shed and walked back to my house. Before I could enter, I discovered why the back door had been left a jar. A teenaged looter emerged from the house carrying my television, obviously intent from profiting from the crisis. When he saw me he dropped the TV and pulled out a large kitchen knife. At that moment I couldn't tell which one of us was more afraid. I told the looter that I wasn't going to hurt him and that he could take the TV and go. He didn't bother to pick it back up, instead he ran over to the nearby fence and climbed over into the neighbor's garden. Having dealt with the looter, I walked in through the backdoor. I was relieved to finally be safety indoors, but I couldn't rest yet. Not until I was certain my wife was okay. I had wasted enough time already, and wasn't about to waste anymore. I immediately started looking for my wife. I began searching the ground floor for my wife. As I came into the living room I saw that John from next door was standing there. He had his back to me, and was clearly obvious to my presence. His shirt was covered with red stains. John was surely infected so I snuck up behind him and hit him as hard as I could on the back of his head. His skull made a satisfying crack and he fell to the floor, dead. I had never liked him very much anyway. As I went to go upstairs I noticed a note had been left for me by the front door. I recognized my wife's handwriting immediately. The note said that she couldn't wait for me any longer and that she was going to pack her bags and take the car to her parent's house in the country side.

As I read the note my heart sank. I prayed that she would make it to her parent's house in one piece, but knowing how hard it had been for me to get here I couldn't help but wonder if she was still alive. When I realized I may never see her again I began to feel tears rolling down my cheek. Heartbroken, I decide that there was no point in staying. Everything reminded me of my wife, and besides, there's nothing left here for me now. Suburbia was heavily populated, and it would get more and more dangerous as time wore on. I took some supplies from the kitchen and stuffed it in a backpack, before heading back out through the gardens, and as far away from civilization as I could. I left my house for the last time, alone.

I climbed over the garden fences and headed for the countryside. I knew I had to get away from populated areas as quickly as possible if I was to have any hope of survival, yet without my wife by my side I could barely see the point. Im not quite sure how I managed to escape the infected as I made my way out of town, but I soon found myself on an abandoned farm just a few miles away.

As night fell, I decided to shelter in the old barn. It was cold, dark and bitterly lonely. I sobbed for hours, wondering what I have done to deserve this living hell.

By dawn I had made up my mind. I took a short rope and climbed up into the loft......