||THE OUTBREAK||

||Chapter 5: Sam's Dead!||

Chicago, USA

KARTIK'S POV

I and Watson were driving into the city for getting supplies that would come in handy for at least one month. The situation in the city was worse now. Almost everyone had turned into a zombie. And they just increased in number.

"These zombies -", Watson began to say but I interrupted him in between.

"I would like to replace that word with a new word", I said concentrating on the road, but there was no need of concentration as there was no one on the roads except for dead people.

"Why?", Watson asked chuckling.

"The Z word scares the kids. You know because of all that movie shit, I can't imagine that shit turned real", I said and Watson nodded.

"So what should we call them? Scary AF, smelling like shit people", Watson suggested and I sighed in disbelief.

"Can't you think of any other shorter name? You know...like your name is Watson, mine Kartik", I asked Watson and he looked down to think of names.

"What about biters?", I asked him finally thinking of a name.

"Sounds okay to me", he replied as he chewed chewing gum and I nodded.

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STILL KARTIK'S POV

We reached the downtown market. It had never been quieter and so empty. I parked the car in front of the mall and both of us came out. We held our guns down and entered inside the mall, as the security guard laid dead there with his body half eaten.

It was all dark there, the lights were flickering. There was nobody except for  dead bodies. It smelled like shit but we didn't have any other option. We entered further inside, with our guns down walking along side each other without making any noise.

"Grab whatever you can from the clothing centre - for men, women and kids. I'll invade the grocery items", I instructed Watson and he nodded, walking away.

I took a deep breath and switched on the flashlight on my pistol. I took small steps towards the grocery corner. When I finally reached, I started putting everything into the bag that I brought. Everything I could find....it could be said that I was scavenging for food among beauty products and shitty items. I had filled considerable amount of groceries into my bag. I carried the bag on my back and moved further with the pistol in my hand.

I was walking that I unknowingly stepped on a rubber ducky and it made that annoying sound. My eyes got wide as I could hear snarling near by.

Biters alarm...

I looked here and there for biters, aiming my gun at everything. The snarling grew louder and I took a few steps back. I had begun sweating. I was nervous because I had always fought with people, and these were dead people. I took a few steps back and I collided with a shelf, as a result falling down a whole can of nutella. It made a loud, cracking sound as it fell down.

"Fuck", I muttered as the snarling grew louder. I heard footsteps from behind. I got alarmed. As they were about to reach me, I turned back and fired a bullet at its head. It was a biter. The biter stopped moving and fell to the ground, gurgling. I sighed in relief and turned back that almost three to four biters attacked me and pushed me to the ground. The gun fell away from me.

They had piled above me, each of them ready to bite me. Their weight was unbearable and I wanted to get unconscious because of the shitty smell coming from them. They were snarling in front of my face, making terrible noises. I was trying to push them away from me but it was a difficult task. I managed to pick up my gun, at the same time trying to push them away. When I got a hold of the gun, I raised my hand and shot the bullet right through the biters' head and their blood splattered all over my face and body. The bullet charged through their heads killing them all at once. Once they were all dead, I pushed them away and stood up gasping for breath.