I raised my handgun. There's no time to start making a leisurely, methodical scan of the chamber like in the cellar. So, Peter wrenched the door wide open and walked inside, his handgun up, ready to take out any remaining rottens. I'm close behind him, moving up on his right so we could keep an eye on each other's backs.The entertainment room resembled a warped version of the chamber where the girls were being imprisoned. Shackles dangling from the ceiling and were chained to the partition to prevent his little entertainment from escaping and eating him. There were now two unsavory visitors in his lounge room. One was shackled to the furthest facade, while the other was fastened to a lengthy podium, like in Dr. Melendez's tests. I trembled simply gazing at them, thinking what atrocities John had perpetrated while imprisoned here."There it is, dangling on a handle."Following his eyes, I saw a house key twisted around a handle on the distant partition."We'll have to get that rotten
"Evil is what makes somebody humanity. Living beings have as many negative traits as positive ones, and wickedness is merely one of them. Wrath, resentment, envy, and lust for power of these emotions are part of what makes us humans. Just because someone lacks any redeemable characteristics does not imply, that he is not human. You can't underestimate it," she said, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry for not believing you."Her tone was so faint that I couldn't hear her, but I felt the pressure of her remarks, which seemed so much like a farewell."I should really have believed you as much as you believed me. I'm not going to allow him to use me to throw any of you in jeopardy...""Mikaella-" I began.She lunged forward and dug her fangs into John's fingers around her neck, sucking blood in one swift animal-like motion. The pistol bursts off with a loud boom because John twitched. Mikaella's head was easily pierced by the bullet, which exploded out the other side was a powerful
Have you ever felt so oppressed and melancholy to the point that you wanted to grip onto anything solely to get away from the murky, unnerving, and distressing feelings? I've gone through a lot in life, with several dilemmas and problems, but I don't suppose I'd ever grown accustomed to it. It was excruciatingly torturous. The agony and suffocation were so intense that I felt as if I were being trapped deep beneath with no possibility of breathing air and much fewer possibilities of survival.My knuckles tightened around the cup in my palms, and I turned away from Justine and Peter, hoping they wouldn't see the expression of guilt on my face. I'd let recollections of my comrade diminish because remembering those I'd lost was too hard. I imagined how unhappy Gigi would be if she felt I'd forgotten about her."So, what else are we up to?" Peter inquired, interrupting the awkward pause. "I understand that now is undoubtedly not the greatest moment to discuss it, but we do need to formulat
Lesley gave a nod. "I'll put together a list and add to it as we proceed. However, that is an excellent concept. There is a Walmart in a neighboring town, as well as a few fairly small thrift stores. We'll get some nice clothing and everything else we require.""How many individuals do you believe will survive the transformation back to life form?" Bella inquired. "There will be a bunch of dead corpses to reckon with if everyone with serious life-threatening afflictions just returns around and ends up dying again. Do you believe there will be more survivors or mass graves?""Dead corpses," Peter said. "Almost all of these men have been decaying for far too long, and there won't be too many left who are competent enough to turn around and go back. However, we will be able to salvage any of the newer ones or those with just a puncture or two. That should suffice. Even if just 10% of the inhabitants returned, that's a significant number of individuals to reconstruct civilization, and tha
Justine and Peter both shut off their engines, and everything was quiet. We waited a moment to see if something came racing at us from the neighborhood, but Justine gets out of the vehicle and we all decided to follow."Be cautious. There might be rottens in the surroundings yet. It may just take them a moment to get here. If they're around, I'm sure they've heard these motors, so no one goes anyplace alone.""We know how this goes," Peter remarked, his eyes rolling. "Who wants to look around the house?""I'll come," Peter said. "Why don't you come with me, Clementia?"I removed my firearm from its scabbard on my thigh, and I couldn't help but feel like a gangsta as I did so. Even though I'm little more than a genuine action flick, it's still wonderful to believe that I resembled the badass protagonists I saw in movies as a kid. Following Peter, I deactivated the safety and pointed the tip down.I carried a flashlight in one palm and my pistol in the other, and while inside the home, w
Justine was upturned and still fastened into his seat. He groaned and started to rouse, his hands wandering around his sides, looking for the harness buckle. The woman was sprawled against the roof's curvature, asleep underneath him. Her eyes flickering but staying closed, she groaned gently. Peter was sleeping near me in the rear, sprawled over the roof like me. I crept forward, dragging the lady out of Justine's path so he could securely descend to the roof once he was free of his seat. He unbuckled his seatbelt and landed on his back with a cry of agony and profanity. "Is everyone alive?" he said, bending down his neck to peek into the backseat. "I'm alright," I answered gently, my gaze shifting to Peter. "I believe he seems to be ok as well." Peter's eyes sprung wide as I responded, and he sat straight upright, shocking me. Footsteps ran over, and I heard Ricky's anxious voice before I could even inquire whether he was alright. “Clementia? Are you all right? What occurred?" he
“Thank you,” I said softly. “He was a good man. I don’t know what we’re gonna do without him.” The man turned his attention back to the road, and I looked at Peter, handing him the box with the cure. “I don’t think Justine is in a place to be in charge of this at the moment. I think, for the time being, you’re gonna have to take over control of the group. He won’t be up for it any time soon.” Clyde was watching our exchange with curiosity, his gaze shifting to the container now in Ricky's lap. "Whatever is in that container must be significant," he remarked softly. "You continued to refuse to get out of that vehicle until you obtained it, even if it posed your lives in danger. Why? What could have been so vital that it was worth two of your friends' lives? " Clyde met my gaze when I looked at him. "Don't assume I didn't notice that bite when you walked him in." “It’s the answer to all of our problems,” Peter replied, his fingers tracing the cool metal of the box. “It’s a cure, a way
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
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