The Remaining Few

Prologue

"You know...I can't...seem to remember...the last time...I saw her. She was..so beautiful. I couldn't..imagine...someone...being so...beautiful. Each day...her face fades away from my mind. and I'm scared..that...I'll never get...to..remember...her face again." Said Tom, a long serving Marine as he sat on the dirty rock solid ground.

He and a few others were resting in an abandoned building. The horrible monsters outside drew fear in his heart. He didn't dare set foot outside again. 26 years serving as a brave marine and the horrible things he saw on the battlefield were not to compare with what he saw outside now.

They always said to fear the old man in a profession where men usually die young. It's like nothing he ever saw before. The cold and rusty environment where they were hold up didn't help with his anxiety either. The building was old and dark. A few old supplies laid around. And the growling sounds outside of the monsters made his skin crawl.

"You need to try and remember her face everyday. It's what keeps you alive. The hope of one day seeing her again. Try to remember the good stuff and good will come to you." Said Gideon, a young but fearless Marine that stared death in the eye more than once on the battlefield.

Gideon stood up and managed his armband where the symbol of hope was shining. An orange LED circle on his armband was seen as the symbol of hope and prosperity. It made the other survivors recognize them. But sadly, not all survivors were friendly and talkative. Most of them didn't want to be held in a camp where the US Marines held the highest word of command. Most of them were murderers,rapists,pedophiles and psychopaths even before the outbreak. The virus itself just made them even colder than before.

"Maybe you should just move on Tom. There is enough time to settle all of this. Maybe she is the reason you're being held back. Might as well...start over I guess." Said Adalia, like Gideon she was also young and even more fearless. She was sent on solo missions and was successful in every single one. She became known as the Kiss Of Death because of her attractiveness and her deadly skills in combat. But she feared the loose canon survivors more than she ever feared the monsters outside. Maybe it was her experience with them? Was she raised a specific way? No one knew and no one dared to ask.

"I'm telling you, I'm not getting out there again. It's too much. All those bodies and blood laying around. Gideon, you knew that I can't stand Cannibals but now they're everywhere. Every single fucking street and avenue. Every dark corner of the road or alley." Said Tom in a fearful voice.

Gideon looked outside and wanted to assure Tom that everything would be all right. But Gideon didn't like lying. They had but a few rounds left. It just wasn't enough to escape through the endless horde outside.

"Command, this is Soaring Eagle 117, do you read? Command, do you read?" Asked Gideon non stop on the radio. Command didn't respond and Tom was getting anxious about the idea of Command losing control at base. They faced lots of problems with the aggressive ones outside of the semi walls.

"Shouldn't we move?" Asked Adalia.

"Move? Where? There's nowhere to go." Said Gideon.

Gideon was getting frustrated with the tight situations. Adalia didn't want to die and neither did Tom. But the building was surrounded. There were no possible routes of escape to their knowledge. The radio didn't work and their ammunition wasn't enough for a fire fight.

"Look, Gideon...I'm...I'm..so sorry. Please forgive me." Said Tom while shedding tears.

Gideon went closer to him and tried to comfort him but it felt forced.