Jacob took in a deep breath. "Me and Ben are gunna make a run for the border and see if we can't slip into another state." Ben just sat back holding his arm. "**** it lets go" Jacob hit the gas and headed down the road. The look on his face showed how he felt about leaving people behind. It took all he had in him to keep going.
Rand saw what happend and bow his head and shook " dam infection. IF only Jerek had another Syringe of that anti virus." He watched them leave. He waved "Hope we can met at least one of you agian one day" Rand sat on the couch and looked at the AK-47 " how could me and Camille make it out when everything is closed off ?" He looked at Camille. " Well were leaving too " Camille nodded " lets get out of here but to where " Rand had no idea. He looked around as if the answer would hit him in the head. " Nebraska we could reach there with some pits stops." He prayed the hummer would make it.
They both got in " maybe we can trade this in for a car" She raised an eye brow " why ?! " He sighed " well the gas for one and second we dont need to drag around this thing." They dtove to the desert and he drove in the streets. He parked it and got out. The man walked up to Rand " i know you by heart now ! what can i do for you ?" He smiled " well got a car ill trade ya for this " He looked at the hummer " aww man this is nice ! who got the extra metal peice on there !?" He checked the inside " 34,000 miles ! this thing is sweet !" He jumped with joy " yea we can get you a car thats good for the trade.
He left for a while. Then in about 2 minutes 3 cars were driven out " we can trade it for a Crysler 300 you get $7,000 dollars back. A Toyota Supra with $14,000 back ummm here is a mint condition Plymouth Hemi Cuda with 10,000 back and O SHYT !" He stoped and three of the men opened fire on a posioned zombie. Its blood burned it " man it gets worse here. Or we can give you 139,000 for the hummer." The cars were very nice a little bit scratched but not that bad
After checking out thecars and starting them one by one and checking the mileage and oil Rand smiled " Hemi Cuda " The man kicked the ground " dammit, well ok " He got out a safe and took out 10,000 dollars "here you go" Rand tryed to fit the money in his wallet. Just barley fit he gave Rand all 100's " Well heres the keys " Rand and Camille got in " Rand this took way to long !" She hit him. He laughed " hah ! saftey in Nebraska here we come !" The engine rawred very loud and he speeded off. He hit himself in the head " this is by the way my first time using a stick shift ^^" She looked at him " o my god ....." Camille said in a serious tone.
Rand like in most things got the hang of it.
((Haha this is just for the fun of it))
Ben started to hold his head. "Bloody hell the infection is getting worse.." Jacob his the brakes and looked for anywhere that he could use as a final base. All tha the could see that could really stand up to a beating was an old pub sitting on the corner. He quickly got out of the truck and made his way inside with Ben close behind. There didn't seem to be any infected inside which was odd to him but he didn't really complain. "So.. who wants a beer?"
Emelie Garde sat huddled in the corner of her Nebraska, suburban style home. Her heart pounded, and she let out soft, shaky breaths as she hid, trembling. A bead of sweat trickled slowly down her forhead. She kept her eyes closed tightly, and cried out softly as she ehard the door being knocked through. She stood, knife in hand, and crept along the wall. Her eyes widened and red with tears met the two men standing before the door. Both men wielded guns.
Emelie, scared and in shock fell to her knees and closed ehr eyes tightly, forcing tears back. She heald her head in her hands and managed to speak through gasping breaths;
" Help me... Please. "
Ben and Jacob quietly until they finished their drinks. "Ready?" "As I'll ever be." They both got up and walked out the truck this time not ever paying attention to the zombies. They drove for as far as they could. "Where we going?" "Nebraska.." "Why?" "Less pop then the rest." Ben loocked at the bite on his arm and let out a sigh. They passed a road sign proclaiming Nebraska state-line five miles. After finally passing the state line the truck quit running in a small town that looked to have not had an infection yet. They both exited the truck and looked around for anyone. All they saw was a house door open with two men a woman inside. "Could we possibly get some help out here?"
[Gaul, playing your guys for a second, or else they'd be stilling in car while we watched a movie.]
Once Cy and Coddy got out of Jordan's car they made their way inside. Cy turned around and checked his surroundings once more, before he entered. The neighborhood seemed fine, it seemed like there was no infection at all. It was quiet, and the houses lights were off. He turned back again, and went inside and sat by Coddy, who had already sat down to watch the movie.
The movie was past the start, but still in the beginning. Blade was chasing the "vampire" who turns out to be a human later, wearing fake vampire teeth, to catch Blade killing an innocent. Jordan looked at the clock by the TV. 9:17 pm. Jordan was truthfully tired, the day had been long, and he was afraid to be attacked in his sleep. Sam got up from the couch, and made his way to the sink to put the oreo plate down.
"Sweet Jordan! You have a pool!?" Sam excitedly asked after looking outside the sink window, "How did you afford it? I mean the pay sucks at the hotel...I even admit that."
"My wifes a doctor. We use to live here together, before we had kids and she divorced from me," Jordan sadly said.
"Oh man...Rough...Where is she now?" Sam questioned Jordan.
"California," Jordan replied.
"Are you serious?! The zombies will get her!" Sam said.
"So? She always said her new boyfriend was a better man than I was, stronger, more determinded, and had a future. I'm sure he can protect her," Jordan sighed, "I'll be in bed."
"But the movie...And your wife!" Sam started.
"Forget about it."
Jordan closed the door of his room as he entered it. Sam put down his plate and walked back to the couch and sat down. Jordan returned to the living room.
"I got two couches here, two of you can sleep here. I got sleeping bags in the closet over there," Jordan pointed to the door by the television, "But...I have 3 more rooms, pretty much guest rooms now, since I have no family. Each have a double queen size bed, so if you went to sleep there, you'll be in the same bed. Just decide."
"Shouldn't we sleep in same room? Isn't that safer," asked Sam.
"I dunno Sam, might be, but if the zombies find us in one room, we are trapped, in different rooms at least one of us will warn another by their screams," Jordan answered. He then returned to his room and shut the door again.
Derek stood up, to see the pool. He opened the back door, and walked around it. A bush ruffled. Derek was quick to draw his pistol. A man with a machete ran out of the bush.
Derek pointed his pistol at the man, but he knocked it away. Derek kicked him in the stomach, but the man kept coming. The man jabbed the blade at him, but Derek stepped to the side, still feeling the blade on his shirt. As his arm was extended, Derek punched down on it.
The machete fell to the ground. The man put his fists up, and punched Derek in the nose. Blood quickly gushed out of it. Derek punched back, and knocked the man to the floor. He jumped on top of him, and continuously punched him. Derek's hands became bloody. He got off the quickly unconscious man, and stepped over to the pool. He dabbed his hands in the water.
Derek grabbed the machete. He sat on the man again, and slowly chopped off his left arm. The man woke up, and started to scream. Derek moved the machete over to the right arm, and started to saw. Blood pored every were. and the man continued to scream. Derek continued to saw off the rest of the body parts, until the man was just a stump. He slit the throat of the man, and opened his mouth. He shoved the machete down the throat. Blood soaked Derek headed for the shed in the backyard. Inside he found rope.
He tied the rope around the neck of the corpse, and went on top of the roof. Derek nailed the rope to the roof, and hung the man.
Sam heard the noises, and then watched as Derek entered and took a rope outside. Sam still sat on the couch. Derek was bloody. Sam walked outside and saw a dead man, chopped up. The screams must of been from the man...Derek just gave away our position, if zombies were nearby. Sam raised his pistol, if Derek made a move, he'd shoot him.
"Sorry Derek, I don't know if your bitten, and you really just screwed us all over. You can't be trusted," Sam said angrily.
Sam began to fire, he knew his gunfire would attract zombies, but Derek already screwed it up. Two bullets hit Derek's chest, one in the neck, and another in the mouth. Derek fell down. When Sam put away his pistol, Jordan came out.
"What the hell hap-" Jordan was about to ask before he saw the blood everywhere, "You son of b-" Jordan was furious, he punched the screen glass behind him, breaking it. His hand was all bloody, as Jordan breathed hard in anger, then went inside into his room again. He put the ammo in a backpack, and grabbed the shotguns, one in each hand.
"Sam, grab the gas. We got to go. There coming," Jordan said. He looked at Derek's body then glared at Jake, before going to his car.
Sam grabbed the 3 gas tanks from Jordan's room and walked past Cy and Coddy who stood there in shock. Before Sam said 'Lets go' Cy and Coddy were already grabbing their stuff and going to the car. Blade was still playing as Sam walked past the TV, he didn't bother to turn it off. He gave one more look to the clock. 10:02 pm. The gunshots surely were heard by the neighbors, if they were zombies.
They were coming..