Wasteland and Revolution

Chapter three : Dead Time

The time it even took to get back to the highway we used to get home, the sun had dramatically sunken behind the crumbling city, causing the shadows to stretch across the highway like dark hands. The shadows were never a good thing. They made it so the infected could hide there and wait until it was darker, wait until they could attack without the sun blinding them.

Over the sound of my dirt bike i could here it. The infected, their bone chilling screams. They howled and screamed, maybe in anger, maybe in anticipation for the hunt. It truly was the chorus of the damned and the sound chilled me the the very core.

The truth behind the " undead " that plagued this wasteland was simple. They weren't even dead. But i wouldn't exactly call it living either. The humans afflicted with the virus were less there in the mind, their only train of thought was to find their next meal and devour it.

The infected were merciless killing machines, they had no conscience so they could not be reasoned with. But don't let their appearance fool you, they were deranged, not stupid. They were swift and strong, they left Little more than bones when they attacked, so the number of infected stayed pretty steady since most attacks lead to death rather than the victim getting away and sub-coming to the sickness.

The shadows had grown longer and the heart sped up when i saw it. A lone infected. It was crouching in the shadows of a ruined house, Its long hair was matted in its face, giving it a wild look. It appeared to be female due to its small frame. The infected saw us coming and let out a terrifying screech and came sprinting out of the house at us. Running at a a frightening speed.

" Ty, we really need to bust ass, or they are going to follow us home" i yelled over the rushing wind and sped my bike up. But it was to avail.

With the sinking sun and multiplying shadows, i heard more screeches and shrieks echo throughout the abandoned city.

Yet again another downfall of the apocalypse and living near an abandoned suburb....... the infected hid there during the day, they cowered and seethed from the shadows in shocking numbers. They mostly slept during the hot days in the protection of the dark houses...but not always. On a few occasions i have heard them calling to each other in throaty screeches from across the old part of the city.

Tyler gunned his bike and shot further ahead of me and called over his shoulder

" i'll get Cam back, if any get to close give them hell "

I grunted my agreement and raised my fist in the air.

It all happened in a blink of an eye.

Almost in slow motion.

Three infected came Shrieking out of an abandoned house and cut in-front of me.....hitting Tyler and Cameron. Sending them tumbling off the bike and out on the dirty high way.

" NO"

All the air was ripped from my lungs as i shouted for Tyler and Cameron to get up.

I was off my bike before it could stop, pulling one of my swords off my back and swing the gleaming blade at a short infected, sending its head flying.

Cameron was screaming at the top of her lungs as an infected was trying to get a bite out of her shoulder, she had its head and mouth held away from her with her arm braced against its neck. But that didn't stop it from using its claw like hands to start ripping at her stomach and arms.

Tyler was laying slumped on top of a overturned car, clearly dazed and had blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. The female infected from the highway was grabbing at him with her gnarled hands, trying to pull him off the car. HELL NO!