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Authors: Jason Borrego
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mouth,” he replied through compressed teeth. Right away, they saw a small swarm of infected freaks scurry down the hall. They snarled and wailed as they fought for every ounce of scent that lingered in their wake. The awful sounds of slurping airways and congested lungs forced Sam to close her eyes and pray. The infected sniffed the air and followed the curve of an adjoining hall.
“Don’t move,” Scott whispered as the freaks moved on.
Fear tingled through Sam’s fingers and hands. The infected things had left bloody footprints on the wet tiles. The sound of death dipped down a few notches, and then the freaks disappeared back into the guts of the school, giving a glow to Sam’s tight features. Something was different about these infected. They appeared more bloated in fungus and blight.
Determined, Scott moved farther into the hallway, crouching to give himself a tactical advantage. If something leapt out at him, he looked ready to meet it head on with his makeshift weapon. Sam glanced back over her shoulder at the empty halls.
They’re gone.
The wind outside continued to slam against the structure, hard and steady. The harsh noises everywhere must have confused the infected. The fierce storm was reaching its peak. As Sam strode down the hall, she drew her crossbow and jammed her finger into the trigger, ready to fire. Her experience with criminals taught her to never let her guard down. This was an internal security measure she had come to rely upon. She feared Scotty almost as much as she did the infected. But she also wanted to kiss him.
“Over here!”
She spun to the right with her crossbow leading the way. Sam didn’t understand the concept of only pointing a weapon a something you’re willing to shot. She quivered when Scott dropped to the floor. She removed her trigger finger and showed her cutest smile as an apology. “I wasn’t going to shoot you.”
Scott climbed back to his feet, whispering curses. “Don’t point that weapon at me again.” He pointed to the gymnasium door and wiped his glossy head. They stared at each other for a moment. “The vent is through the gym.”
Sam nodded. She was ready to end this expedition. Keeping one eye on the darkness of the hallways and the other on the door, Sam prayed for safety. The creaking sound was soft as Scott pulled the door open. When she saw nothing came running out, she followed him in the large cavity.
A hive, Sam thought, touching her pounding chest. The basketball court was a jungle of fungus and flesh merged into something profane. The high windows were blocked out by a heavy layer of blight. Abraham was right , she told herself, stepping around a tangle of vines and clusters of snowy puss. A dozen rotten corpses sat on the bleachers, infection settled on every piece of exposed surface.
“This is where they sleep,” she whispered to Scott.
“Be quiet,” he replied, keeping an eye on the bleachers.
He must have known what lurked behind the rotten bleachers. Sam tried to make out the monstrous size of the block-shaped creature blended with the fungus growing up the wall. But she couldn’t see its horrid details. However, she somehow knew it was watching them.
The deep, wrinkled arch on Scott’s forehead told of his dwindling courage. He strode over toward the far side of the gym. A green jelly of spores dripped down the frame of the double doors with golden handles. “We have to get through,” Scott whispered.
“What’s inside?”
“Inside is a short hall with a vent that will lead you into the maintenance bay.” Sick of wasting time, Scott cut at the unknown jelly with his makeshift weapon. It poured down like honey, sticking and clinging to his weapon. Frustrated, he slipped through and entered the next room. Whatever was behind the bleachers must have scared Scott in a severe way.
Sam held her breath and followed him through, not wanting to find out the reason for his anxiety. She didn’t see the shocking creature
“Don’t move,” Scott whispered as the freaks moved on.
Fear tingled through Sam’s fingers and hands. The infected things had left bloody footprints on the wet tiles. The sound of death dipped down a few notches, and then the freaks disappeared back into the guts of the school, giving a glow to Sam’s tight features. Something was different about these infected. They appeared more bloated in fungus and blight.
Determined, Scott moved farther into the hallway, crouching to give himself a tactical advantage. If something leapt out at him, he looked ready to meet it head on with his makeshift weapon. Sam glanced back over her shoulder at the empty halls.
They’re gone.
The wind outside continued to slam against the structure, hard and steady. The harsh noises everywhere must have confused the infected. The fierce storm was reaching its peak. As Sam strode down the hall, she drew her crossbow and jammed her finger into the trigger, ready to fire. Her experience with criminals taught her to never let her guard down. This was an internal security measure she had come to rely upon. She feared Scotty almost as much as she did the infected. But she also wanted to kiss him.
“Over here!”
She spun to the right with her crossbow leading the way. Sam didn’t understand the concept of only pointing a weapon a something you’re willing to shot. She quivered when Scott dropped to the floor. She removed her trigger finger and showed her cutest smile as an apology. “I wasn’t going to shoot you.”
Scott climbed back to his feet, whispering curses. “Don’t point that weapon at me again.” He pointed to the gymnasium door and wiped his glossy head. They stared at each other for a moment. “The vent is through the gym.”
Sam nodded. She was ready to end this expedition. Keeping one eye on the darkness of the hallways and the other on the door, Sam prayed for safety. The creaking sound was soft as Scott pulled the door open. When she saw nothing came running out, she followed him in the large cavity.
A hive, Sam thought, touching her pounding chest. The basketball court was a jungle of fungus and flesh merged into something profane. The high windows were blocked out by a heavy layer of blight. Abraham was right , she told herself, stepping around a tangle of vines and clusters of snowy puss. A dozen rotten corpses sat on the bleachers, infection settled on every piece of exposed surface.
“This is where they sleep,” she whispered to Scott.
“Be quiet,” he replied, keeping an eye on the bleachers.
He must have known what lurked behind the rotten bleachers. Sam tried to make out the monstrous size of the block-shaped creature blended with the fungus growing up the wall. But she couldn’t see its horrid details. However, she somehow knew it was watching them.
The deep, wrinkled arch on Scott’s forehead told of his dwindling courage. He strode over toward the far side of the gym. A green jelly of spores dripped down the frame of the double doors with golden handles. “We have to get through,” Scott whispered.
“What’s inside?”
“Inside is a short hall with a vent that will lead you into the maintenance bay.” Sick of wasting time, Scott cut at the unknown jelly with his makeshift weapon. It poured down like honey, sticking and clinging to his weapon. Frustrated, he slipped through and entered the next room. Whatever was behind the bleachers must have scared Scott in a severe way.
Sam held her breath and followed him through, not wanting to find out the reason for his anxiety. She didn’t see the shocking creature
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