Three months after he got to St. Teresa, Vice thought life couldn't get any better. He knew what was going on with the rest of the world, and he held little pity for the fools stuck out there. At 12:52 AM, he saw them.
They were running, fast, towards the gate.
Vice knew instantly those weren't survivors. Many of them ran with an odd gait, others were missing limbs, some were just bent in impossible poses. When the first one hit the chain link fence, no one reacted. When the fog lifted, everyone screamed.
They were everywhere.
Vice stepped away, then into the outbreak shelter. He was knocked down by Desir and some other old man, then he scrambled in as the door shut. Several hours later, there was a thump at the door. A little girl ran up to it and opened the door, and at the same second all the guards and more people came swarming in.
All the infected guards and more people.
It was chaos. Vice struggled for a way out. Blood flew everywhere. A gunshot rang out, and someone's body fell in front of Vice. He jumped over it, and saw the door. Ten feet. Vice saw Ruth getting ripped apart. Eight feet. Avaro on ground, struggling to hold off a ghoul. Six feet. Desir was no where to be seen. Four feet. Two Feet. One foot... Something grabbed Vice. He looked back to see Desir's mauled face snarl at him, then pull him into the crowd. As Vice was devoured, he only wished it would end soon.
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Comment by Ben Collinson on June 17, 2010 at 5:32am © 2012 Created by Skot (Lost).
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