ties until they were as tight as they could go, I slammed my fists against my body. In a matter of seconds they snapped. Off came the rags and I could now see where we were. We were at the top of a large multi-story parking garage. Once the others were out of their restraints I went over to the edge.
Baja tossed his broken restrains in a moment of frustration. “They just dumped us off in the middle of nowhere. Those bastards.”
“Well, you certainly can’t blame them. Would you have trusted us?” I replied.
“At least they let us live,” Jess said, getting back to her feet.
“Live?” Baja stammered. “News flash. We don’t have our weapons and we are in the middle of New York surrounded by whatever the fuck those creepy ass things were… and it’s pissing with rain. Which reminds me, what the hell were they?”
I shook my head. “No idea, but we need to find something to arm ourselves with.”
A large full moon lit up the darkened streets. Smoke from fires spiraled up. There were no vehicles on the roof. A ramp went down to the next level but without a weapon we were likely to wind up dead long before we found anything.
“You think they’ve mutated?” Izzy asked.
“It’s possible. It was a biological weapon that started this shitfest,” I replied.
“Well, what now?”
Ben headed down the ramp, not paying any attention to what we were saying.
“You are kidding me?” Baja said, following behind him.
“We are going to settle in for the night and get out of this rain. Find a car, a van, anything and get inside. There’s no use prowling around the streets. We have no idea of where we are or what’s out there. And after seeing those spider freaks, I for one, would prefer to keep my limbs intact.”
Down on the second level there were six vehicles. A collection of small sedans. We checked each of them to see if the doors would open. None of them did. I was about to smash one of the windows when Ben continued down to the next level. The sound of snarling could be heard nearby. We knew we didn’t have long. It was hard to know if these things could see us or if they were the same as the other Z’s we had encountered.
“Over here,” Jess called out toward a white van.
“Oh yeah, cause I always wanted to get into a creepy ass serial killer van.”
“What the hell are you on about?” Elijah said.
“You know. White vans.”
Right then I turned at the sound of shattering glass. Ben had launched a large chunk of rubble through the back window of a dark blue Chevy Suburban SUV. “This will do.”
He cracked it open and we all bundled inside. There was no safe way to do it. Of course we could have spent the next hour checking all the vehicles to find one that was open but the chances of that were pretty slim. The sound of those freaks was getting even closer. We filled the open window with pieces of material that we ripped off the seats. We would rotate shifts. It wasn’t an ideal situation but we had our first weapon, a tire iron.
The bones in my neck made a cracking noise as I rolled my head around trying to work out the tension. As we tried to get sleep that night I found myself waking up every few minutes. Panic clawed away at my insides. I couldn’t get the sight of those biters out of my mind. I thought back to the conversation I’d had with Garret on the library roof in Salt Lake City.
The infection had been created. A biological weapon but for what purpose? I wished I had asked him more questions. To think that our own government had created this was a tough pill to swallow. But the realization that they would withhold the cure seemed even more outrageous. Would people really do that? Long before the world fell apart, I remembered hearing about treatments for cancer. Natural plants that could administer pain relief, and talk of cures. But like anything, if pharmaceutical companies couldn’t make money from it, it would never see the light of day. Then there were those who
Baja tossed his broken restrains in a moment of frustration. “They just dumped us off in the middle of nowhere. Those bastards.”
“Well, you certainly can’t blame them. Would you have trusted us?” I replied.
“At least they let us live,” Jess said, getting back to her feet.
“Live?” Baja stammered. “News flash. We don’t have our weapons and we are in the middle of New York surrounded by whatever the fuck those creepy ass things were… and it’s pissing with rain. Which reminds me, what the hell were they?”
I shook my head. “No idea, but we need to find something to arm ourselves with.”
A large full moon lit up the darkened streets. Smoke from fires spiraled up. There were no vehicles on the roof. A ramp went down to the next level but without a weapon we were likely to wind up dead long before we found anything.
“You think they’ve mutated?” Izzy asked.
“It’s possible. It was a biological weapon that started this shitfest,” I replied.
“Well, what now?”
Ben headed down the ramp, not paying any attention to what we were saying.
“You are kidding me?” Baja said, following behind him.
“We are going to settle in for the night and get out of this rain. Find a car, a van, anything and get inside. There’s no use prowling around the streets. We have no idea of where we are or what’s out there. And after seeing those spider freaks, I for one, would prefer to keep my limbs intact.”
Down on the second level there were six vehicles. A collection of small sedans. We checked each of them to see if the doors would open. None of them did. I was about to smash one of the windows when Ben continued down to the next level. The sound of snarling could be heard nearby. We knew we didn’t have long. It was hard to know if these things could see us or if they were the same as the other Z’s we had encountered.
“Over here,” Jess called out toward a white van.
“Oh yeah, cause I always wanted to get into a creepy ass serial killer van.”
“What the hell are you on about?” Elijah said.
“You know. White vans.”
Right then I turned at the sound of shattering glass. Ben had launched a large chunk of rubble through the back window of a dark blue Chevy Suburban SUV. “This will do.”
He cracked it open and we all bundled inside. There was no safe way to do it. Of course we could have spent the next hour checking all the vehicles to find one that was open but the chances of that were pretty slim. The sound of those freaks was getting even closer. We filled the open window with pieces of material that we ripped off the seats. We would rotate shifts. It wasn’t an ideal situation but we had our first weapon, a tire iron.
The bones in my neck made a cracking noise as I rolled my head around trying to work out the tension. As we tried to get sleep that night I found myself waking up every few minutes. Panic clawed away at my insides. I couldn’t get the sight of those biters out of my mind. I thought back to the conversation I’d had with Garret on the library roof in Salt Lake City.
The infection had been created. A biological weapon but for what purpose? I wished I had asked him more questions. To think that our own government had created this was a tough pill to swallow. But the realization that they would withhold the cure seemed even more outrageous. Would people really do that? Long before the world fell apart, I remembered hearing about treatments for cancer. Natural plants that could administer pain relief, and talk of cures. But like anything, if pharmaceutical companies couldn’t make money from it, it would never see the light of day. Then there were those who
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