“I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. What happened? How did I get here?”
“I was hoping you’d be able to answer your first question. The rest of your squad brought the two of you back; she’s in real bad shape.”
“She who? What do you mean ‘the two of you’? Who else was hurt?” Allen pleaded with the doctor.
“Sasha,” Krezner replied. “She’ll be lucky if she lives through it, but then again, maybe she’ll be luckier if she doesn’t. We had our hands full with the two of you. I did the best I could to set your legs, but we lack the supplies to help Sasha. The best I can do is try to alleviate some of her pain.”
“What’s taking them so long?” Sasha asked Allen as they stood next to the pile of corpses behind the MOST. The other two members of her squad had gone to do a quick sweep of the museum. “They said they were just gonna be a couple of minutes.”
“You want to go get them? I’ll start the fire here to get rid of these bodies, and then when you get back we can just take off. I want to make it back to Central before the rest of ‘em.” Allen said with his usual smirk as he stood next to a pile of rotting zombie corpses. “I think we might beat Billy Footballhero’s squad back today.”
Sasha grabbed her ZED and headed up towards the museum’s entrance as Allen gathered some pieces of paper that littered the deserted streets to start his fire. Once he had enough kindling, he took out his Bic lighter. It was his only pre-Zack possession. In his past life, he smoked 2 packs a day. Even though the cigarette supply ran out months ago, he still carried it around with him “just in case” he stumbled across any smokes.
As he was about to flick his Bic, he saw a figure running out from the walkway to the parking lot behind the MOST. The figure was moving too fast to be a zombie. Allen rose from his fire and approached to see if he could help. As the figure got closer, Allen could see that it was a woman, and she looked scared for her life. Continue reading ‘Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner (Gone Part II)’
The 27th squad slowly approached the gate to Zyracuse central. Clipboard was caught off guard. They were usually one of the rowdier squads that liked to celebrate their successes. Today was different.
“What happened out there? You were due back hours ago!” he called out to Decap as the vehicle slowed to a halt.
Decap just stared straight ahead, “I…I don’t know.”
Clipboard looked over the other squad members to see if any of them were in a happier mood, “How many today? The 24th came across a couple dozen. Can you beat…” His voice tailed off when he noticed that one of the crew was missing. “Wait a minute, where’s Allen?”