They Left Us For Dead

The Parish: Bridge

The safe room was consistent with several canisters of water and gas were throw about in the room. The room always had a red ladder leading up to the next level.

"I guess we should see what's up there." Nick said, as he took the first step onto the ladder. It was stable and had a firm grip to the wall.

When we got to the top, the signature red door was prominent to the front of the room. There were several bombs, molotovs, and adrenaline shots placed carefully onto tables. There were also six clean health kits placed within the two tables.

I couldn't help but get a little happy. I was running low on clean bandages after a few close run ins with infected. I get restocked, and Ellis opened the safe room door to reveal a bridge which hadn't been lowered yet. There was a man laying against a police car, blood still pooling around him. He had a radio flying around in his lap, Ellis noticed and began speaking to the people.

"Are you immune?"

"I'm feelin' pretty good. How are you, sir?"

"Negative, bridge. Are you immune? Have you encountered the infected?" The man on the radio seemed concerned with our immunity. Meaning, certain people were carriers of the disease and some weren't.

"Hell yeah, we found zombies everywhere. The swamp, the city, and here." Ellis commented, and laughed to himself. It was truly insane how much we accomplished within such a short amount of time. Traveling from Savannah, Georgia to New Orleans, Louisiana.

"Our last chopper leaves in 10 minutes. You need to lower the bridge and get across to the east end. Good luck."

"Let's get across this goddamn bridge."

The bridge lowering was not quiet. There was no doubt in my mind that the amount of noise made would attract the horde. I shuddered at the thought of having to even deal with another horde.

"Let's book it!" Rochelle yells, getting ready to run across the bridge. Cars were left dangling off the edge of the bridge, some were carefully parked in place. We had to navigate over cars, under cars, and just completely go around the trucks. There was telling what happened when people were stuck one this bridge. You could tell that utter chaos broke through, and took everyone with it.

I took my axe and had slashed many infected, as I walked in-between Coach and Nick. We were about half-sprinting to the other side. I could finally see the silver chopper that's awaiting our presence.

"Look, we're almost there!" I point to the chopper, and continuing making my way across. Nick stops me before I fell to my impending death, and I gasped. I had been running towards a huge drop off with the concrete.

"Over the bus, unless you want to celebrate two funerals in one." Nick joked, still gripping my arm like a sinking ship. We made our way off the bus' roof, and began the narrow path made by CEDA to keep order.

I followed the path and ran with everything in me. My knees were beginning to give out, but my feet used the adrenaline rush to get me in the back of the chopper. I turn around and see the rest of the group behind me. The sound of the chopper quickly became louder than that of the grunts of the undead.

"We made it. We fucking made it."