Days are Gone (Under Massive Editing - Republishing Chapters)

Chapter 6 - Revelation

A loud slam was all I heard as the large metal gate closed behind us.

"Isn't that dangerous? It'll attract the infected every time you open it," I said.

"We've got people guarding the perimeter. Besides, those walking corpses can't force their way into the camp with their useless arms," Zachia explained.

But what if they climb on top of each other and reach the top of the wall? That would be a different story.

A group of men carrying medical kits approached us, but Zachia stopped them. They all stared at me as we walked, which made me anxious.

"Don't mind them," Miya smiled.

"Welcome back!" said the guy in one of the hunting towers.

"You need to take a break, Ralph! You've been up there guarding for an entire week!" Zachia shouted.

"It couldn't be better! After all, this is the best spot here in Trosta!" Ralph replied, waving his rifle at us.

"He loves sniping," Miya whispered to me.

I looked at the guy, and to be honest-he seems like the type who'd die the moment he steps outside the gates. No offense.

"Alright then, I'll expect you in the cafeteria at dinner!" Zachia waved.

"Nah, I'll spend my night here, so-wait, who's that?" he asked, locking eyes with me.

"Cyr-"

"We'll introduce you to her if you come!" Miya interrupted, covering my mouth.

"Nah, not happening. Anyway, the chief told me he wants Zachia in his office as soon as she gets here, so scoot!" he said, leaning back in his chair.

"Great, another scout report. You two get your breakfast and do your stuff... or whatever. I'll be going now," Zachia said before walking off.

I looked around and saw log cabins lined up on either side. Children were running and playing tag in a small grassy area, while adults stood outside their houses, laughing and chatting.

"This is amazing."

"I know, right? The chief did an incredible job finding this place."

"Finding it?"

"It was an abandoned prison," she said, glancing to her right and pointing at a broken sign in the corner.

Cedar Creek Corrections Center

"Why name the camp Trosta?"

"The idea wasn't mine," she shrugged.

Fair enough, Trosta sounds cool anyway.

"You said this was a prison? I don't see any facilities around."

"All that's left is a single building. None of us have any idea what happened here, so yeah. Anyway, let's go."

Everyone was staring at me as I followed Miya. Conversations stopped, and people focused their attention on us. I even heard someone mutter, "Another mouth to feed." I ignored it and pulled my hood up to hide my face.

"Good morning, beautiful," a guy said, walking toward us.

I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact.

"Not today, Gian," Miya replied, clearly annoyed.

"Maybe tomorrow?"

She crossed her arms. "Who was with you the day they sent you into town? I need to make sure you guys are actually doing your job out there."