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Authors: James Harden
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do was run.
"Short, controlled bursts!" Daniel shouted.
I drowned out the voice of fear, the voice that was telling me to run.
I got into a zone.
Shoot.
Reload.
Aim.
Fire.
Short, controlled bursts.
Aim for the head.
It was terrifying seeing the infected up close and personal. Their clothes were ragged and torn and stained with blood that had hemorrhaged out of their mouths, and noses and open wounds. Their faces looked skeletal thin. Their eyes were hollow and lifeless.
And yet the energy they possessed. The strength. It was simply incredible.
Kenji appeared at the top of the steps, waving us up. He obviously thought it was time to move.
Jack and Daniel were still shouting at each other, still arguing about what to do.
I was reloading my rifle when suddenly I heard the roar of a truck’s engine.
It sounded big.
At first I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But then the lights appeared. The truck was speeding up the gravel driveway. It then turned, veering off the path, coming right for us, right for the horde.
There were people on the back of the truck. They had guns. Lots of guns. It was difficult to see who they were or what kind of weapons they possessed because the headlights of the truck were so blindingly bright. But they must’ve been packing some serious firepower because they cleared out the remaining infected in a matter of minutes.
The ones they didn’t shoot, they ran over with the truck. It appeared to be a dump truck, the kind they used in mining for removing rocks and boulders and dirt. It was big, reinforced with steel plates and wire mesh over the windshields and windows. And whoever was driving it was a damn expert. They crushed the infected with reckless abandon. Automatic machine gun fire continued to tear through the horde and the ground. Limbs and dirt and other assorted body parts flew through the air.
The truck came to a stop just outside the front door. The lights blinded us.
A voice spoke, amplified by a loudspeaker or a bull horn. "Everyone remain calm. Do not resist."
Jack raised his rifle.
"No!" Kenji and Daniel shouted at the same time.
Daniel lowered the barrel of Jack’s gun. "They’ve got us outmanned and outgunned."
"It’s OK, Jack," Kenji said. "Just be cool."
"How did they know we were here?" I asked. "Have they been following us?"
A voice from behind the lights told us to drop our weapons. Get on the ground, face down. Hands behind our back. They told us not to worry. They had secured the area. We were perfectly safe.
People then emerged from behind the lights; they were nothing more than shadows at that point, shapes silhouetted against the lights.
They chopped down the boarded windows with axes. When they got closer we could see that the people were all wearing bandannas over their faces.
They told us to stay down, keep still. They tied our hands together. Some of them used handcuffs. Some used those plastic zip tie things.
We were then ordered on to the back of the huge dump truck.
We were blindfolded.
I knew that these people had just saved our lives but I couldn’t help but feel we were nothing more than prisoners.
CHAPTER 13
The truck started moving. It was a bumpy ride at first, but then it began to smooth out as we turned on to the road.
Which way did we turn? What direction were we now heading? Were we making our way closer to Daniel’s camp? Or had we turned back, in the complete opposite direction?
I had no idea. It was unsettling to be blindfolded.
"Is everyone all right?" I asked, wanting to make sure we were all still together.
A whispered voice answered me. "No talking."
"I just want to make sure that everyone …"
Before I could finish speaking I was cracked on the side of my jaw with what felt like the butt of a rifle. But I suppose it could’ve been the heel of someone’s boot. Either way it hurt like hell. The shock of being hit made my eyes water. The entire side of my face
"Short, controlled bursts!" Daniel shouted.
I drowned out the voice of fear, the voice that was telling me to run.
I got into a zone.
Shoot.
Reload.
Aim.
Fire.
Short, controlled bursts.
Aim for the head.
It was terrifying seeing the infected up close and personal. Their clothes were ragged and torn and stained with blood that had hemorrhaged out of their mouths, and noses and open wounds. Their faces looked skeletal thin. Their eyes were hollow and lifeless.
And yet the energy they possessed. The strength. It was simply incredible.
Kenji appeared at the top of the steps, waving us up. He obviously thought it was time to move.
Jack and Daniel were still shouting at each other, still arguing about what to do.
I was reloading my rifle when suddenly I heard the roar of a truck’s engine.
It sounded big.
At first I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But then the lights appeared. The truck was speeding up the gravel driveway. It then turned, veering off the path, coming right for us, right for the horde.
There were people on the back of the truck. They had guns. Lots of guns. It was difficult to see who they were or what kind of weapons they possessed because the headlights of the truck were so blindingly bright. But they must’ve been packing some serious firepower because they cleared out the remaining infected in a matter of minutes.
The ones they didn’t shoot, they ran over with the truck. It appeared to be a dump truck, the kind they used in mining for removing rocks and boulders and dirt. It was big, reinforced with steel plates and wire mesh over the windshields and windows. And whoever was driving it was a damn expert. They crushed the infected with reckless abandon. Automatic machine gun fire continued to tear through the horde and the ground. Limbs and dirt and other assorted body parts flew through the air.
The truck came to a stop just outside the front door. The lights blinded us.
A voice spoke, amplified by a loudspeaker or a bull horn. "Everyone remain calm. Do not resist."
Jack raised his rifle.
"No!" Kenji and Daniel shouted at the same time.
Daniel lowered the barrel of Jack’s gun. "They’ve got us outmanned and outgunned."
"It’s OK, Jack," Kenji said. "Just be cool."
"How did they know we were here?" I asked. "Have they been following us?"
A voice from behind the lights told us to drop our weapons. Get on the ground, face down. Hands behind our back. They told us not to worry. They had secured the area. We were perfectly safe.
People then emerged from behind the lights; they were nothing more than shadows at that point, shapes silhouetted against the lights.
They chopped down the boarded windows with axes. When they got closer we could see that the people were all wearing bandannas over their faces.
They told us to stay down, keep still. They tied our hands together. Some of them used handcuffs. Some used those plastic zip tie things.
We were then ordered on to the back of the huge dump truck.
We were blindfolded.
I knew that these people had just saved our lives but I couldn’t help but feel we were nothing more than prisoners.
CHAPTER 13
The truck started moving. It was a bumpy ride at first, but then it began to smooth out as we turned on to the road.
Which way did we turn? What direction were we now heading? Were we making our way closer to Daniel’s camp? Or had we turned back, in the complete opposite direction?
I had no idea. It was unsettling to be blindfolded.
"Is everyone all right?" I asked, wanting to make sure we were all still together.
A whispered voice answered me. "No talking."
"I just want to make sure that everyone …"
Before I could finish speaking I was cracked on the side of my jaw with what felt like the butt of a rifle. But I suppose it could’ve been the heel of someone’s boot. Either way it hurt like hell. The shock of being hit made my eyes water. The entire side of my face
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