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this
main road," Jack answered. "If we go now, we can make it."
"We should
exit out towards the rear of the Town Hall," I said. "That way the building
will hide us from the horde."
We gathered
a few bottles of water from the bar downstairs, and then left the safety of the
Town Hall. We headed for the nearest monorail station about a block away. We
used one of the emergency exits on the side of the Town Hall building and crept
as quietly as possible through the abandoned cars in the surrounding streets,
using them as cover
We had come
to another main intersection. I motioned for Jack and Maria to get behind me.
"Which way?"
I asked.
Jack pointed
to the right.
I moved over
to the wall of the building. I flattened myself against it and peeked around
the corner.
I held my
breath. My heart began thumping in my chest.
They were
there.
It looked
like all of them. Every single last person of the city of Sydney. I knew it
wasn’t, but there was so damn many of them. I ducked quickly back behind the
wall and motioned for Jack and Maria to move. We would have to find another
way.
We crawled
back the way we had come and crouched in the doorway of an apartment building.
"We can’t go
that way," I whispered. "There’s way too many of them. We need to get out of
here. If they come around that corner we’re done for."
Jack pointed
over his shoulder. "If we go back and go around the block we can still get
there."
"OK, let’s
go," I said. "Quietly."
We were
about to go. We nearly didn’t see it.
One, lone
infected man walked across the intersection. We froze.
It was just
one at first. But then more and more followed him until the whole horde was
moving across the intersection. We all pressed ourselves into the doorway of
the apartment building, holding our breath, looking at each other as if to say
‘what the hell do we do now?’
The infected
hadn’t seen us yet. But it would only take one. And if one saw us, the rest
would follow.
I gripped my
rifle and flicked the safety off. I placed my index finger on the trigger. I
knew we didn’t have nearly enough ammo to deal with them. But I was determined
to put up a fight if they charged us.
Jack
motioned with his head in the direction of the monorail station. "It’s just
around the corner," he whispered. "It’s close. About fifty feet away. Two
flights of stairs lead up the station."
Maybe there
was a gate up there, I thought. Maybe we could run for it. Get up the stairs, barricade
the gate. Keep running and follow the track. I wondered if they would be able
to climb up to us from the ground. God, I hoped they couldn’t climb.
In the end
we had to wait. It was too dangerous to try anything else. We waited for them to
pass. The whole horde. It felt like I held my breath the entire time. We were
completely at their mercy at that point. But we didn’t dare move. If we moved they
would see us. And we sure as hell couldn’t shoot them all. So we had to wait.
We pressed ourselves into the doorway of the apartment building and we waited.
We kept
perfectly still.
An hour
passed. Maybe more. At one point the horde was so thick I couldn’t see through
the crowd. But it eventually began to thin out.
Once we were
sure they had all moved on, we made a run for the mono-rail station. I stopped
at the bottom of the stairwell that led up to the station. I had to make sure
we hadn’t been seen. I waved Jack and Maria up the stairs. They took off,
taking three steps at a time.
I waited. I
had to be sure. I had my rifle up to my shoulder, finger on the trigger, barrel
pointed at the intersection.
Nothing.
Jack was at
the top of the stair case, urging me forward. "Come on, hurry!" he whispered.
I lowered my
rifle and followed them up to the monorail station.
Mono means one. And rail means rail.
I love that Simpson’s episode. The one with the
monorail. I had the song stuck in my head. I know, I know. I should’ve been
focused but I couldn’t help it.
We had to
move
main road," Jack answered. "If we go now, we can make it."
"We should
exit out towards the rear of the Town Hall," I said. "That way the building
will hide us from the horde."
We gathered
a few bottles of water from the bar downstairs, and then left the safety of the
Town Hall. We headed for the nearest monorail station about a block away. We
used one of the emergency exits on the side of the Town Hall building and crept
as quietly as possible through the abandoned cars in the surrounding streets,
using them as cover
We had come
to another main intersection. I motioned for Jack and Maria to get behind me.
"Which way?"
I asked.
Jack pointed
to the right.
I moved over
to the wall of the building. I flattened myself against it and peeked around
the corner.
I held my
breath. My heart began thumping in my chest.
They were
there.
It looked
like all of them. Every single last person of the city of Sydney. I knew it
wasn’t, but there was so damn many of them. I ducked quickly back behind the
wall and motioned for Jack and Maria to move. We would have to find another
way.
We crawled
back the way we had come and crouched in the doorway of an apartment building.
"We can’t go
that way," I whispered. "There’s way too many of them. We need to get out of
here. If they come around that corner we’re done for."
Jack pointed
over his shoulder. "If we go back and go around the block we can still get
there."
"OK, let’s
go," I said. "Quietly."
We were
about to go. We nearly didn’t see it.
One, lone
infected man walked across the intersection. We froze.
It was just
one at first. But then more and more followed him until the whole horde was
moving across the intersection. We all pressed ourselves into the doorway of
the apartment building, holding our breath, looking at each other as if to say
‘what the hell do we do now?’
The infected
hadn’t seen us yet. But it would only take one. And if one saw us, the rest
would follow.
I gripped my
rifle and flicked the safety off. I placed my index finger on the trigger. I
knew we didn’t have nearly enough ammo to deal with them. But I was determined
to put up a fight if they charged us.
Jack
motioned with his head in the direction of the monorail station. "It’s just
around the corner," he whispered. "It’s close. About fifty feet away. Two
flights of stairs lead up the station."
Maybe there
was a gate up there, I thought. Maybe we could run for it. Get up the stairs, barricade
the gate. Keep running and follow the track. I wondered if they would be able
to climb up to us from the ground. God, I hoped they couldn’t climb.
In the end
we had to wait. It was too dangerous to try anything else. We waited for them to
pass. The whole horde. It felt like I held my breath the entire time. We were
completely at their mercy at that point. But we didn’t dare move. If we moved they
would see us. And we sure as hell couldn’t shoot them all. So we had to wait.
We pressed ourselves into the doorway of the apartment building and we waited.
We kept
perfectly still.
An hour
passed. Maybe more. At one point the horde was so thick I couldn’t see through
the crowd. But it eventually began to thin out.
Once we were
sure they had all moved on, we made a run for the mono-rail station. I stopped
at the bottom of the stairwell that led up to the station. I had to make sure
we hadn’t been seen. I waved Jack and Maria up the stairs. They took off,
taking three steps at a time.
I waited. I
had to be sure. I had my rifle up to my shoulder, finger on the trigger, barrel
pointed at the intersection.
Nothing.
Jack was at
the top of the stair case, urging me forward. "Come on, hurry!" he whispered.
I lowered my
rifle and followed them up to the monorail station.
Mono means one. And rail means rail.
I love that Simpson’s episode. The one with the
monorail. I had the song stuck in my head. I know, I know. I should’ve been
focused but I couldn’t help it.
We had to
move
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