Running away from the Train Station felt like multiple hours. We didn't want to look back, it would only slows us down or make us want to drop on the ground. I heard multiple stumbles from behind me. I looked back and saw Matthew, Rocky, and Trevor panting heavily, leaned up against a rock as they try to take their backpacks off to get their water bottles.
I let my legs give out and I fall in the dirt. I struggle to take my backpack off my body, I eventually give up and just laid there. After a few minutes, Rocky came over to me and helped me take my backpack off me and handed me my water bottle. I opened my mouth to feel fresh water go down my throat.
I didn't want to drink up all of my water, so I sat up and put in back where it belongs. I was almost killed.
"I can't believe The Infected almost attacked us" Matthew said,
"We probably had it coming to us" I said. They knew that we were coming here. They wanted to attempt to get their meal of the day. I'm not letting those things put a finger on me. The crew got up from the ground as I start to walk to the First Checkpoint. My registration pass is in my pocket, I will be shot on the spot if I just walked up there and demand to go through without my pass.
"You guys got your passes with you?" I questioned,
In response, they held them up and put them back in their pockets. A few minutes later, we saw the Checkpoint.
We walked up to the Zone Guards, who looked at least 11 years old, held shotguns in case of "Outsiders" or "Trespassers" tried to get by them. I stopped and handed them my Registration Pass.
"Good Afternoon, Lieutenant Alice Cambridge" the guard said,
I didn't make any noise, I just nodded in agreement.
"State your damn business" the other Guard barked at me. I was taken back a bit, no 11 year can overrun a 15 year old experienced killer.
"We are here to pick up specific supplies for a series of battles at the turf of #2326 and #2325" I said,
They handed me back my pass and checked out my uniform to see any revisions. They stepped out of the way to allow me to pass through. I watched as the others get checked for dress code and passes. They all got to come through. We thanked them for letting us through and they ignored us, going back to their positions they were in before.
We walked into the Zone and everything was silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing and just stared at us. All we heard was a door open and close.
"Hello there. Are you the group from #2326 to get some supplies?" A strapping young man said to me,
"Yes we are. Can we talk in privacy? I feel like we're disturbing your fellow soldiers from their Training sessions" I said. My soldiers don't stop and stare at random strangers, they keep Training, because they know better.
"Oh yes. Come with me" He said. We followed him to his cabin so that we can discuss our trade for the weapons.
"You other 3 can stay out here, You and Me need to talk" He said. To be very honest, I feel like he was trying to make a move on me. It was cheesy and absolutely horrible. I mentally cringed at his verbal language. He opened the door and led me in. He came in and closed the door, and locked it. Is this guy serious?
"To makes things very clear to you, I just want the merchandise, not You. So if you were hoping that you are going to get a piece of me" I said, reaching for my pocket knife and flipping it open
"Then the last thing you'll be thinking of, is how stupid you are" I said, waving my knife in front of his face and neck. He looked terrified, and he should be. I'm a killer, a survivor, and a nightmare.
"OK. I give" He says, putting his hands up.
"Good. Now can you show me the merchandise so I could be on my way?" I said,
He started to look nervous. This better be a fucking joke.
"The supplies your looking for isn't in our Supply Vault. It's at the City Docks, since the damn Infected keeps taking people alive, materials are hard to find now." He said, now maturing into the conversation.
I was now pissed off. I came all this way and almost got killed to come here and get swindled. I tried to hold in my anger and ended up grabbing a bottle near the counter and smashed it on the edge. I held the broken bottle towards his neck.
"Easy! I thought the people at the place told you where it was?" He said,
"They told me that YOU had them!" I screamed. I cooled down for a moment and dropped the bottle on the ground and grabbed the key off of his counter, unlocked the door, and left.
Matthew, Trevor, and Rocky looked confused. They probably heard me screaming at the bastard who didn't have a clue of my seriousness.
"Where's the boxes with the stuff we need?" Matthew explained,
"There not here, There at the City Docks. The #1 Place where you can find The Infected" I said.
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Revolution of the Apocalypse
AçãoImagine. Living on a street that thrived with happiness and joy. Kids did cartwheels in the street, laughed, and smiled. Parents and Neighbors sat on their porches and drank lemonade. Everything was perfect, and just like that. Gone in a flash. Bloo...
