“Do you know how to use one of these?” he said holding the handgun up.
“No, I cant, I can’t kill anyone.” She said with a shocked look on her face.
“Kill, lady I’m not asking you to kill anything. Those things outside are already dead already. This is survival not killing, if you want to survive you will do it, if not, go ahead and die.” He said to her as she took the gun.
“Is it ready to go, what do, I have to do?” she asked him.
“This is the safety, slide it down, point it and aim for the head and squeeze the trigger.” He said showing her how to operate the weapon.
“Don’t leave me here, please come back for me.” She said with a sniffle as the doors rattled hard again making her jump.
“I will be back, if anything comes through those doors or windows make sure you blow them back to hell.” He said to her as he put the rifle in his hands.
He started walking down the old isles of the store. The shelves were bare with a few old things that looked to be just stored there. He stopped as he got to the end of the last shelf, the rifle in his hand as he turned the coroner looking for one of them to be there.
“What is it, is everything okay?” she yelled out to him with the gun pointed out to her side towards the doors.
“Yeah I’m just keeping on my toes. I’m going into the stockroom now, when I get ready to come back out, I will yell that I’m coming out and if I have found anyone. You got that?” he said as he stepped closer to the stockroom doors.
“Yeah, I understand, don’t worry I wont shoot.” She said with a frown on her face of fear.
He stopped as he looked through the cracks in the doors. The back room had a smaller room with door that looked to have a ladder inside it. The sun was beating down through the hole in the roof; he knew they were not alone now.
He motioned for Sara to come to him, a finger to his lips telling her to be quite. She walked slowly towards him with a look of horror on her face. He pulled her in close to him and whispered into her ear.
“We are not alone, see that door?” he said to her in a low toned voice.
“Yeah, is that a ladder? She said as she started to take off through the swinging stockroom doors.
He grabbed her, jerking her back and off her feat. She started to slap him as he caught her hand, pointing a finger at her. The look on his face was stern, as he gained control of her hands.
“I told you, we are not alone and I have no clue if they are friend or foe. Don’t ever make a move like that again unless I tell you to.” He said looking her in the eyes making sure she knew he meant it.
“Okay, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” She said back to him
“There are two of us in this now, we are going to survive this but only if we work together as a team, not by ourself. If you go off halfcocked like that, you might not only get yourself killed but me as well.” He said to her as she shook her head agreeing with him.
“Okay, I don’t want to die, not like this.” She said to him shaking her head.
“I want you to go back to the front of the store, take cover behind the counter and if anything dead gets in here, kill it. I’m going to check out the storeroom.” He said to her as she made her way back to the front.
He slowly pushed the swinging doors open; he could feel the cool air of the dark storeroom. The small room gave off enough light to lead the way over to the ladder. He took the small flashlight he had in his pocket, turned it on and scanned the room around him.
The hair on the back of his neck started to stand on end; he knew this feeling all to well. This was the one feeling he would get when out on patrol in Iraq. He knew trouble wasn’t just on the outside of the building but it was in here with them.
He made it to the small room, stepped inside moving the rifle around sweeping the area as he looked up, pointing the rifle up the ladder. The storeroom was clear; the roof was a different story. He grabbed the ladder with one hand, rifle pointed up as he went rung by rung.
He could feel the day’s heat as he got closer to the top. The sunlight was now blinding him after being in the dark stockroom for so long. He popped his head up through the hole in the roof, sweeping the gun around him.
“Stop right there Mr. or I will blow your head off.” The voice said behind him as he froze on the ladder.
“I’m not infected, my friend and I are just………….”
“I saw you both, I know your not infected, but you sure as hell brought a lot of them fuckers with you.” He said cutting him off.
“I’m just trying to get to my family, that’s all, if you have a way out of here we will leave.” He said as he turned to face him.
“What makes you think your family is not one of them now?” he said looking down at the man as he held the rifle on him.
“I just know, it’s a gut feeling, besides if I don’t find out, what kind of man would I be?” he said looking up at the old man.
“My name is Tom, Tom Johnson.” He said lowering the rifle
“John, John Walker, can I come on up now?” he said looking up at him.
They both stood there on the roof looking out over the crowed of the dead that gathered around them. The infected were looking up at them, screaming as the red bloody foam flew from their mouths.
“We are fucked.” The old man said as he stared at all of them gathered below.
“I see you have a ladder leading down off of here. I also see you have an AR-15 in your hands, so I take it you know what you’re doing.” He said looking at the man with a grin on his face.
“Yeah I know how to use it; I spent my time in the ARMY, two tours in NAM. The ladder goes all the way to the ground. Tell me something why the fuck are you grinning?” he said as they started to walk over to the ladder.
“Well Green Bean, this is a gas station, that ladder and a home mad bomb, we are home free. This is a Marine that can get us out of here.” He said looking at the guy still smiling.
“Fuck, leave it to the Marines to think of something stupid to get a man killed. I think I have something that might work in the office.” He said heading back over to the ladder that led back down inside.
They both made it down the ladder back into the cool stockroom; looking out the stockroom door into the main shopping area, they could see Sara’s wide eyes, scanning the area around her.
“Sara, don’t shoot, it’s me John and I have a friend with me!” he yelled out from the stockroom as she jumped, scaring her.
“Okay, hurry up, I don’t like this, things are really quite out there right now.” She said looking back towards the stockroom doors.
“Shit John, she’s right.” He said as they walked through the doors heading to the front.
The air seemed to be thick with tension; they started to head for the front of the store, no one talking. They couldn’t hear anything outside. They looked out the windows as they walked. The infected seemed to have disappeared.
July 5th 9:50 a.m.
The two men stopped, looking out the windows trying to get a good field of view. They were smeared with blood and dust. The only sounds were of the fires and a few gunshots off in the distant, nothing close to them.
“Sara, make your way back to us.” He said to her as she walked around the coroner of the counter.
“What’s going on John?” she said as she cleared the coroner of the clerks counter.
“I don’t know, I don’t like this at all. We need to………..”
The front windows of the store shattered as one of the came flying through. The two men raised their rifles up, firing at him. The front door started rattling, the barrier moved back as they started to come in. They all started firing at the infected.
The broken window behind Sara was letting them come through freely as well as the front door. Sara took off running as she was hit by one of them, knocking her to the ground. The two men raised their rifles towards Sara; they couldn’t get a clear shot.
“Sara, move to your left.” He yelled at her with the rifle pointed towards the infected on top of her.
She tried to roll out of the way; the sounds of gunfire were defining inside the store. The infected kept coming as they kept shooting. The two men were working their way to the front, leaping forging over each other. They were both veterans, you could tell in the way they moved together.
“John, help me, I can’t hold him off much longer!” she yelled out as she gasped for breath.
The two men kept firing, beating the dead back as they covered each other. They were knocking them back out of the store. The one infected man remaining inside the store had Sara pinned down, holding her by the throat, he started to bite her as the butt of a rifle cracked him over the head.
Sara jumped to her feet and took off for the back of the stock room. The infected leaped to his feet, screaming at them, he had a glowing look of death in his eyes. They booth squeezed their triggers, rounds flying into the man’s chest as he staggered backwards. The old man took a well aimed shot, fired and hit him in the head. The bullet ripped out through the back of his head, splattering the walls inside with brain matter.
The heat of battle was over for the moment. They both looked at each other and their surroundings. They took fresh magazines and loaded their rifles. They new the battle wasn’t over but just this one was theirs, they won one of the many to come.
“We need to get the shit and get the hell out of here John.” The man said as he walked past him.
“Tom, you have any old propane tanks in here?” he asked as he grabbed the backpack and ammo bag.
“I have a few in the back, they aren’t full or anything. Why?” the man asked.
“I have a plan, get a few of them and meet me on the roof. I want to see how they like a big fireball.” He said turning towards the man with a sly grin.
“I hate when a Marine smiles, you just know something worse is going to happen.” He said laughing to himself as he walked to the back.
The old man gathered up the propane tanks, some extra ammo and magazines and put them into a backpack. He looked at a picture on the desk of his old office that had served as home the last few years. The picture was of a beautiful woman in her thirties, holding a child. “I will see you soon, I love you both.” He said tucking the picture into his jacket.
Sara made it to the roof of the gas station, looking out over the city as she ran over the rooftop. She felt hopeless as she looked at the hoards of the infected creatures waiting for them down below.
She felt cold in the summer’s heat, she was shaking, as her heart rate rose. She looked at her hands as they trembled, she felt sick to her stomach. She could hear the others coming up the ladder as she sat down.
The two men made it up the ladder and out onto the top of the roof, they looked all around them. The infected were still there screaming, banging on the barriers they had set in front of the entrances.
The old man laid the pack with the propane tanks down on the roof. He looked over at Sara and noticed she didn’t seem right. The hot sun was beating down on her as she shivered with chills.
“Sara you okay?” he asked her
“Its cold, I will be fine I think, I’m just really scared, that’s all. I could be going into shock” She said looking at him
“Sara it has to be a hundred degrees on this rooftop or more. Were you bitten?” he asked her as the other man walked over looking at them both.
“I don’t think so.” She said looking at both of the men as they drew in closer to her.
“What’s going on? He asked both of them as he looked at Sara.
The sweat was pouring off of them as she kept trembling with chills in the midday’s heat, her bright blue eyes, turning bloodshot. The two men looked at her then back at each other.
“Sara, you okay? I’m going to check and see if you have been bitten.” He said to her as he moved in closer reaching out to her.
“Okay, but I’m fine, just scared that’s all.” She said looking at him.
He felt her head and could tell she was burning up with a fever, the chills running down her body. The clothes she wore were drenched in sweat, as he started looking over her, making sure she wasn’t bitten.
“John, am I okay? I don’t feel like I was bitten.” She said looking at him as he stared into her eyes.
“Sara, everything is going to be okay just lye here and let me think for a moment. You have a cut on the back of your leg.” He said looking back at the old man.
The two men moved off to the coroner of the rooftop acting like they were looking out over the crowds of the infected below. The screams below them drowned out their conversation; they spoke about Sara and her condition.
“Tom, she has a small bit on the back of her leg.” He said looking at the old man.
“How did that happen, I mean I didn’t see him bite her.” He said with a worried look on his face.
“I don’t know but its there, it could have happened before all of this happened inside the store. We did have a lot of those infected bastards around us at the wreck.” He said looking at him.
“What are we going to do? We can let her change or we risk the chance of her killing both of us.’ The man said in reply.
“I know, I know we can’t, but we have to tell her and let her make the choice. I will not do anything she doesn’t want to.” He said looking at the man with a hard face set.
“You can’t be serious? You and I both know if she turns she will turn on us and you will never see your family alive again.” He said with a challenging command in his voice.
“I’ve dedicated my life to protecting the people of the United States, she is one of those people, and she has the right to choose for herself. If you stand in my way of letting her choose, I will kill you myself, so back the fuck off while I tell her.” He said walking away looking at the man letting him know he meant what he said.
The hoards of the infected below screamed out, wanting the food that awaited them on the roof. The old man just looked at them with a blank look on his face. The young woman sat off to the side of the rooftop by herself, shivering cold as he walked up to her.
“John, I’m feeling better, I’m starting to feel warmer now. I will be okay.” She said with a smile on her face as her blue eyes looked up at him.
He looked at her, knowing this was going to be one of the hardest things he would have to do, to this point in his life. He could feel the nerves in his body tighten and his stomach turn over as he knelt down beside her.
“Sara, you have to listen to me……….”
No, no John, I will be okay, I promise you!” she said cutting him off as she began to cry.
“Sara, you have a bit on the back of your leg. I don’t know when or where you got it, I’m sorry.” He said
She was sobbing and wiping away the tears from her face as she looked up at him. He just looked at her trying to find the words and courage to ask her what she wanted to do, knowing he wouldn’t follow her whishes. The world after the Fourth of July would never be the same again for anyone; this drove it home to him as he looked at her.
“Sara, I need to know what you want me to do. Do you want to do this?” he said looking at her.
“Do what, what are you talking John?’ she said with fear all over her face as the tears flowed out of her eyes.
“Sara, if you turn into one of those things, I don’t know if you will be in pain. Do you want me to wait till you change or do you want to do it yourself?” he said holding the gun up driving his point home.
“No, no, you can’t do this, I don’t want to die, I’m not ready, dear lord no!” she yelled out at him.
The old man walked over looking at them both, feeling ashamed that he suggested what needed to be done and not willing to do it himself. He had a tear in his eye as he stood there looking them both.
“Sara, I will hold you and try to keep you warm and I will stay with you until you change.” He said looking at her as he put his hand around her.
“John, if you want………………”
Sara looked up cutting him off. “You don’t get to have a say in this, I bet it was your idea.” She said. “John, I trust you please, help Me, I will help you save your family.” She said looking up at him as he put his arm around her pulling her in close to him.
He looked down at her then looking back up at the old man standing there. The sweat pouring off of them all, he looked at her knowing this would be the last time he saw her alive.
“Sara, I’m right here, I’m not going any were till you’re ready. I want you tell me of a place that you have visited or one that you would want to go to. The one thing that makes you happy.” He said to her holding her into his chest as a tear ran down his face.
“There is this place my family used to take me and my brothers to.” She said
“Where is that Sara, tell me about it, maybe when this is over we all can go there together.” He said to her as she looked up at him with a smile on her face.
“They took us to this beach in Australia; the sand was so white the ocean so blue. My mom always joked with us that the water colored my eyes while we were on vacation.” She said
“Yeah, I know the place Sara, I can see the blue water now and you know it does look just like your eyes.’ He said smiling down at her.
He pulled her in closer as he talked, calming her down, she was trembling more now as he laid her down on the rooftop. He kept talking to her as the look in her eyes started to change.
“I can see the ocean, John it’s so beautiful, I see my family and they have people with them that I don’t know. Do you see……………”
The rooftop was rocked with the eco of the gunshot, ringing out over the sounds of the infected below. The old man flinched as the gun went off, wiping the tears away from his face.
“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry Sara!” he cried out holding the gun away from her head.
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