They Left Us For Dead

The Parish: Cemetery

We were under a highway, though it wasn't as clear as it should be. There was many infected, wandering about through the overpass.

We made our way through and found ourselves within a small subdivision, houses lining the sidewalks. We went through several rooms, and jumped over many cars to get to the other side of the houses. We were weaving our way around the houses, trying to find a way out.

"Looks like we gotta go underground." Coach announces, taking his flashlight to see down the hole. It wasn't very deep, but it was our only way out of here.

"Damn it, not again." Nick scoffs, taking a deep breath. I laughed at him for being so melodramatic.

We weren't in the sewer very long, but it felt like forever. We eventually find the ladder out, but what we saw when we got out left us wishing to still be in the sewer.

"Holy shit." Ellis says, looking around at the amount of infected surrounding beneath the overpass. There were car alarms chirping, just waiting to go off. One wrong move, and the horde would be headed our way within seconds.

"Turn the lights out, and follow me. Don't make a sound." I spoke softly, and then crouched. We walked around the horde, stealthily. No way were we in the shape to take on hundreds of zombies.

We had almost made it to the next ladder, when Ellis fell over onto a car, signaling the alarm. The horde turned around and began to run towards us. My heart skipped a beat, but I kept running to the ladder.

"Hurry!" I yelled, as I had just reached the top of the ladder. As the last person was up, an army airliner had blown up a part of the bridge we were on.

"What the hell are they doing?" Rochelle yelled, it was clear that CEDA was trying to prevent sick people from invading the rest of the city. But what about us?

"They're blowing this bridge up for a retreat. If we want to go with them, we'd better hurry." Nick said, and the group agreed. We had all been through so much. If we get stuck here, we had no other plan...

We navigated through the cemetery, the graves were the most protective I had seen in a cemetery. They were very neat, sealed with extravagant cemented architecture. Eventually we found ourselves on a street with stringing apartment buildings. The last one on our left contained a safe house.

"Why are there so many infected down here?" Rochelle asked, taking the shotgun strap off other shoulder.

"Probably because it's the last CEDA evacuation center. Plus, New Orleans has a very high population density." I stated, it was the most plausible of the options. Either that or the infected really enjoy the southern hospitality of the French Quarter.

"You're probably right."