Bite Back

Lake and Soulless

The youtube video is of a kind of depressing but pretty song called soulless. So, I decided that the word have two l and not just one (souless). Do not copy and/or steal.

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The night was hazy. We drove the boat to the center of the lake and turned the engine off and sat there, drifting with the water.

Some boats came and went throughtout the night, stopping by to ask or tell. Some of my redneck neighbors told us that the infected don't die, or are put down, when getting shot.  They tried shooting everywhere, chest, arm, leg, neck, head, nothing. It only made them slow down. They called them indestructibles. Kind of long but better then saying infested people. But it didn't fit for me.

Then, how can we stop them?

Some others asked us for help, some got hurt, some wanted food. We helped. After a while, it was getting dark.

"Okay, this is kind of like the bubonic plaque. Only, its spread by bite, I guess. Hundreds of thousands, from what the radio has said, are infected. They can't be put down by weapon but we can, by their bite." Bernie explained.

"Yep, that pretty much sums it up. Thanks for that." Said Nathalie.

"Okay so whats the plan," I say. "Where are we gonna go. What are we going to do? I don't even know where my family is!" I was complaining but I feel that it just became real that they can be dead.

"I don't know, let's just sleep for tonight and figure it out in the morning." Jacob said.

We agreed.

That night I thought all about what I saw that day. I realized that all those infected had died. But a shell was left and it was hungry. I felt I should call them Soulless, for their souls have already left when they died.

I looked over, straining in the night, at some houses and saw them wondering around with no purpose or motive, bumping into things, not really looking. Yep, definitely Soulless.

I laid there, feeling numb, on the boat, staring at the sky till the sun rose up again. Funny how the sun still rose, not bothered by the ending of the world.

Blood-curdling screams came and went all night and by morning, I could tell all four of us didn't sleep a wink and probaly won't for a while.

I woke up Nathalie and we all began making a plan.

"I don't know about you guys but I wanna know how to kill these bastards." Explained Bernie. He always loved getting his hands dirty. Every since fifth grade, after watching Bear Grylls on TV he wanted to be him. He was a boy scout for years until he wanted more gun and weapon training. Having him around made me feel safer.

"Well how the hell do you plan on doing that?" Nathalie was a bitter girl but equally as hilarious.

Bernie ran over to the wheel of the boat and turned it on."Well, I guess we'll have to get our hands dirty." His favorite quote.