The rotten strode out towards us, fighting the current at every step. It was going slowly, but with a clearly defined goal. We were probably the first-ever supper for the month, and it wasn't about to give up and abandon us. Gigi panicked and huddled behind me, expecting that I would be able to shield her. But I have no weapons and no plan other than to defend Gigi. I was the one who recommended swimming, and it's only because of my suggestion that we're in trouble right now. So I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep her safe right now.
"Gigi, go that way around the rotten and go back to the base," in an authoritative tone, I demanded.
“But-”
"No buts anymore, just leave!" I yelled as I rushed ahead, toward the rotten.
It widened its mouth and screeched once again. It gently stretched out for me once I was within grasp. This rotten was older and less coordinated, swift, o
I sniffed as I shoved the final cracker into my mouth. Everyone had completed their meals peacefully, and Gigi offered to clean all the dishes. She returned with a light match and lit seven candles in the main room. It was almost dark outside, and the candlelight cast a warming, comfortable warmth that was just strong enough to have seen by. "I'm going to look for a book to read. Isn't there a bookcase in the library section?" I inquired. Peter gave a nod. "Yeah, together with a billiard table," he continued, his gaze fixed on Justine. "Would you like to see how well we perform in the dark? I'm sure I can still pound your a$$e$." "Dumbass, don't put too much faith in yourself. Ricky muttered. "You're such a dickhead, you know." Peter sighed and rolled his eyes. "Prick. I'm only stating the obvious." Ricky laughed, but Justine merely smiled. "I don't belie
Justine and I had been strolling for a very long period, and there were roughly a dozen acres in front of us. All of the lights were turned out, which surprised me because I had anticipated them to be switched on, and the front door was open. There was a bright orange tractor-trailer in the yard, but it didn't appear to have been used in a long time. The lawn and vegetation were drab and unkempt, and the front lawn was primarily made up of tangled cedar trees. A semicircular veranda runs up through the front entrance, but an end has a mahogany veranda glider. It's been pulled from the rafters in places, and it swings at a strange angle, whinging backward and forward between.But, beyond everything, it was not what piqued my interest. I saw Justine huffing fiercely by my side and cast a peek at him."Yeah, I see that as well," he remarked quietly.I returned my gaze to the property, focusing on the enormous
"Wait, what was that?" I said softly as I saw Justine return from the kitchen. He reappeared with a spare flashlight, six additional batteries, two packs of matches, as well as the man's handgun. There was also a box of ammunition and cartridges in a desktop computer close to the entrance, which Justine placed into the backpack with the rest of his belongings. Then he nodded and gave me a small indigo box filled with something that I assumed was handwritten lettering.We saw a lot of unusual stuff written on it as he sat down behind me. I groaned as I scrutinized the paper attentively, recognizing it was similar to a journal.Day 15, 2022 of AugustEveryone was sick and infected. My wife was bitten but she hasn’t still turned into a rotten. The entire New York City was congested, and everyone diminished. I could not see any people anymore other than from the rotten. I raided Trader Joe’s and Walter
I sidled up against Justine's abdomen, and he bowed his head downwards and whispered into my ears. "Would you mind relaxing?"Justine pushed us backward and forward between slowly, but neither of us said anything else other than that. That's a positive thing since I need enough time to contemplate. I've been feeling increasingly compelled to Justine in the last several days for reasons I don't understand. This was also new to me, and I'd never felt anything like this before, not even with my ex-boyfriend Jeremy. Justine had just had my interest and attention, and he was giving me these small butterflies in my tummy.Justine was the only one who frustrates me while also protecting me. Justine was always willing to keep us alive, and Justine has saved my life countless times since meeting him, all without expecting anything in return. And even if there were any other single men on the planet, no matter how hunky and attractive he
I accompanied Peter without saying anything, and I believe he recognized I was not even in the mood for discussion since he didn't protest. He simply walked to a sheltered site surrounded by enormous trees approximately three and a half moments' walking from the military compound, and he laid his weapon in the meadow and decided to sit beside it.I seated next to him, and Peter showed me how to place a crawler on a hook. It appeared barbarous and terrible for the insect, and he simply chuckled. "Clementia, that was a worm. I'm certain it doesn't have any emotions at all or anything."I mimicked Peter's every step, and before long, my stinger was in the stream, and the two of us were anxiously waiting for a nibble. I wasn't sure whether there would be any fishes substantial enough just to feed this close to the beach, but I also didn't want to pinpoint a raft to take out onto the lake, especially after what happened to me the la
When I opened my lips and grasped for words, Justine peered at me with his penetrating eyes. "Don't just condemn yourself. I misplaced my handgun as well, and you might not have become so preoccupied if I hadn't shrieked. So, if you're going to blame anybody here, it should have been me, you know. I am the main cause we were stranded in a canopy with no food, just one water bottle, and no weaponry at all."Justine let out a collective sigh. "I just needed to express my gratitude.""You're meant to chastise me, not thank me," I said to him, frowning.“No. Thank you for coming to my aid. That was a rapid movement with the sneaker. If you hadn't tossed it when you did, I'd be the main dish at a bad meal."I unsteadily sniggered; it seemed like a reasonable alternative than sobbing. "There's nothing like laughing in the face of death, is there?" Justine grunted and nodded solemnly aga
“Clementia! Justine! Where are you?”A recognizable echoing not too far from us jolted me awake a couple of minutes later. I blinked my eyes numerous times, wondering how long we had been up here around.Justine sat up upright on his perch. “Peter!”"Where are you, Justine?" that was Ricky’s voice."I'm here up in an oak tree. Seven rotting down the ranks has wedged us down!"There had been a scrambling commotion, and Peter sprang into visibility. He took a gander with one of the weapons he was carrying. He fired the rifle four times, and five of the six rotten has dropped instantaneously. His sixth bullet misses laterally and shattered a piece of the tree's timber, but his seventh penetrated exactly between each of the temples. His last bullet blasted out the underside of the left-standing rotten's cranium and ripped off the remaining rotten's snout.With most of the ro
Peter was looking at me with a look of shock and rage on his expression. I could see he wanted to scream at me, but he could not even, since it would reveal his presence from the shrubbery, something he couldn't manage just now. So Peter merely specifically looked at his weapon, and I tried to shake my head at him without George having o realize it.He can somehow shoot and kill George, but he'd be killed before he could draw the gun anymore. He realized this and relaxed his shoulders, so I'm not afraid about him blasting up the property. He'd choose the optimum timeframe for a confrontation, which wasn't obvious right now or immediately there."Will you let everyone go and survive if I go gladly with you?" My demeanor was sharp when I questioned George.For a brief while, George contemplated my proposal. "Hmm, you are correct. I need women and am prepared to sacrifice for them. If there was anybody else I needed here, it wa
Peter nodded. “I’ll go find him some clean clothes to wear. The shirt might be a little tight since he’s so big compared to me, but it’ll have to do for now. You should help him get into the shower while I do that. Do you want me to go find the others?” “That’s probably a good idea,” I said. “Once he’s cleaned up, it should go smoothly.” Turning to Justine, I motioned to the stairs. “You remember where that bathroom is, right? Why don’t you go start a nice hot shower and I’ll be up there in a minute?” I sighed. “It’s too early to tell. He did turn and attack someone, but I’m not sure how much of it he remembers, or what kind of lasting affect it’ll have on his mind. I’m hoping he’ll be able to put it all behind him with some time and love and understanding.” “Be careful being alone with him,” Peter remarked. “I know you don’t wanna hear this, but he might be dangerous. I shouldn’t even be leaving you alone with him to go find him something to wear. The only reason I am is because it
Two months later. Joseph screamed, spit flying from his lips as he swung wildly at Clyde. He knocked another man to the ground before he could get out of the way, and he stepped on his back, vaulting off him and leaping at Clyde. He slams into Allen’s chest and drags him down to the ground with a startled shout. Before any of us could even react, he sunk his teeth into Clyde’s shoulder, tearing through the flesh. Clyde grunted as blood welled up and spilled down the front of his chest, staining his white shirt red. Michael and Billie were there in a heartbeat, dragging a kicking and screaming Joseph away from Clyde. I knelt down beside him, pressing a wad of clean napkins to the bleeding wound while trying to ignore the terrified whispers around the room. Thankfully the wound didn’t look too bad, but I’m sure it couldn’t feel very pleasant. Clyde hissed in pain as I pressed the napkins harder against his chest, trying to stem the flow of blood. “What set him off?” I asked. “I’m not
Unfortunately, I was one of the ones closest to the front.The rottens advanced on us, and Billie pulled the trigger again and again. One more rotten dropped, but the second just staggered as his shoulder jerked back from the impact. Peter fired, and the wounded rotten dropped to the ground, unmoving. The rest of them were on us, and I brought my weapon up. My heart was racing in my chest and my blood pounded like a drum in between my ears, creating a roar that blocked out everything except the harsh sound of my breathing.I pulled the trigger and my hand jerked from the force of the shot, but a rotten dropped. Three more drops to the ground courtesy of Billie and Peter, and I took out an eighth. Only four left; Billie took out two of them with relative ease, leaving the last two for me and Peter while he reloaded. Mine was too close to take the time to aim, so I just screamed in anger and hatred, swinging my weapon up before bringing it back down like a hammer, slamming into the rotte
Justine was going to die in the next couple of hours. He’s going to be ripped away from me, and then he’s going to come back. He'd probably end up being a rotten for at least a little bit while we get the cure to work. He’s going to suffer a fate worse than death.The tears streamed down my face and I started to choke. Justine pulled me closer as I cried, but for once it didn’t comfort me; it made me feel claustrophobic and smothered. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe or function. All I could do was cry and gasp for air like my lungs had been punctured or flattened like pancakes. I couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t. Please…Everyone kept their distance while Justine and I cried it out, and I was forever grateful for it. We needed the space and time to ourselves, even if we didn’t have the time to spare right now. I was dangerously close to breaking, and it was wise for them to keep their distance. All I wanted to do was scream and throw things and pull at my hair, cursing Dr. Melendez, the gove
As the celebration drew to a close, Justine and I headed back to our house. We took our time, enjoying the peacefulness of the night, not really minding the cold anymore as we enjoyed each other’s company. The others wandered along behind us, watching us with obvious concern. I knew they saw us together during the song, and I knew they saw how it affected us so deeply, but none of them know why or what to say. So they remained quiet and just watched, looking for any sign that something was wrong.When we reached the house, everyone gathered in the living room, taking up every available seat on the couch, chairs, and the floor. Clyde, Billie, and Michael joined us, and together we made a rough plan of attack. “Unfortunately, we don’t know the layout of this area where the lab is,” Clyde began. “And we don’t know the extent of the disease. So we’re going in blind and to an extent, we’ll just have to hope that things work out for the best. What we can plan for, however, is what to do in
“You did look a little green up there,” Xander said with a smirk.“You did great. It was a speech to go down in history,” Clyde replied. “I told Millie it would be, so she had someone write down the entire thing word for word, so we can put it in our records. People will remember that speech for a very long time.”Billie clapped his hands loudly. “Well, now that the official business is over with, who wants some booze?”“Yeah, what the hell,” Michael said, getting to his feet. “This might be our last chance ever to get drunk.”The two of them headed up to the front and grabbed red plastic cups, searching through the already open bottles of liquor for something to drink. Billie chose what looked like Captain Morgan spiced rum and he mixed it with coke, making his drink very strong. Michael went with seven and seven, using less liquor and more pop to take it down a notch.“What did they mean by ‘this might be our last chance ever to get drunk’?” Justine asked.“The three of us are headi
A quick glance out the window showed that it was no longer snowing, which was good for us. It'd make the drive tomorrow much easier if the roads don’t get any worse, and it'd be easier on us when we had to ditch the vehicles and continue on foot. I’m not sure of the layout of New York, but I assumed we’re not going to be driving straight up to the front door of a top-secret government facility. At the very least I’m sure there would be a fence, and maybe even more obstacles.I tore myself away from the window, sitting on the edge of the bed with Justine while I pulled on my boots. They zipped up easily, and I waited for him to ready himself mentally. He finally sighed and gets to his feet, following me to the door. The others were already waiting for us downstairs, and I saw Clyde, Billie, and Michael were all with them. This couldn’t be good…“What’s going on?”“Just a precaution,” Clyde assured. “Word got out about Justine being here, and there are a lot of unhappy campers. We just w
“If you’re right and you guys do succeed, everything is gonna change. Hope will be alive once again. We can actually begin rebuilding instead of just surviving. People won’t have to be afraid to search for their lost loved ones, or to fall in love again for fear of losing who they’ve given their heart to. So many possibilities, all because of one crazy scientist, and a group of kids crazy enough to go after him," Clyde looked back at us, his eyes shining with unshed tears and the smile on his face growing. “You’ll all have prominent spots in the community if you decide to return. Everyone will know who you are.”Peter’s cheeks turn red. “I don’t know about that,” he said, looking away. “I’ll be happy knowing we made a difference. I don’t need any kind of praise or validation from others. We had a duty to seek out this cure, and we did it. It’s nothing most people wouldn’t have done if given the chance.”“You really believe that?” Clyde asked, lifting one bushy eyebrow. “Huh. I can’t sa
Millie wasn’t the only person in the tent. There were two men in white coats with clipboards, and they ushered us farther into the tent. One closed the flap behind Justine, and he looked us over closely, probably trying to decide where to start with us. While Millie looked after Isabel, he motioned to several nearby chairs. “Take a seat. We’ll take you behind the curtain one at a time and have you undress for a quick examination.”“You’re shitting us, right?” Peter asked, eyes narrowing a fraction. “There is mother fucking snow on the ground. Do you honestly think any of us are stripping?”The doctor didn’t look up from his clipboard. “It’ll only take a moment. We can’t let you any farther into the community until you’ve been cleared. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to deal. The sooner you strip, the sooner you can get dressed again. You’ll be given some hot chocolate for your troubles while you wait for your friends to finish," he motioned to the screen behind him, tucked away into the c