"Shit!" Angie shouts as the truck putters to a stop and refuses to go any further, "You've gotta be kidding me, Adam grab those duffel bags we're going on foot! Now!"
"On it!" Adam shouts back, already throwing his door open and running to the open trunk, hopping onto the side. Of course they had to break down in the middle of a suspension bridge. The infected are already growing louder, now aware of them. Adam slings a bag onto his shoulder, and is caught off balance by the weight. There's so much food in here, it'll last a whole month, maybe two.
"We have to get off the bridge, there's way too many of them," He call nervously to Angie as she rummages through the compartments in the cabin. He quickly glance around and notice about a dozen infected shambling towards them from all directions.
"Just a sec," she shouts back, "There has to be a gun in here somewhere, I swear that I grabbed one before this supply run."
"Screw that, we have to get out of here!" Adam yells to her, making sure that the bag and his backpack are secure. He take my fire axe out of the trunk and run around to Angie. "Come on let's go!"
She turns to him, a frantic expression on her dirty face, "We can't! They'll kill us if we come back without it."
"I think the food we stole will make them forget about a stupid handgun," Adam turns around and surveys the area. A few of the dead are too close for comfort. The closest is about ten feet away. Angie grunts in frustration and then runs to the back and grabs the other duffel bag.
"The base isn't too far from the end of this bridge, don't stop running till we get there." She grips a bloodstained pipe wrench and grins, "I'll race you."
"Oh you're on," Adam laughs and they start running. Thankfully there are a lot of cars scattered around the bridge, providing a sort of cover against the undead. They run, shoulder to shoulder, weaving in between cars.
"I got him," Adam shouts, motioning with his axe towards a zombie stumbling towards them. There's no way to avoid it, the area around us has too many cars blocking the way. Angie nods, and Adam grips the axe with both hands. He covers the distance quickly before raising his weapon into the air and swinging it down towards the zombie's head. It extends its arms towards the boy and growls right before the blade lodges itself in its skull. The creature goes silent and he rips the axe out as the body crumples to the ground. Adam runs to catch up with Angie, who gained a little more ground while he was taking out the threat. About a minute passes of running and dodging infected, and they're almost to the end of the bridge. As they pass a car, a bloody hand suddenly reaches out and grabs onto Angie's arm.
She screams out in shock and struggles to get away. Adam quickly move over to her and plunges his axe into the arm, severing it from the zombie inside. Angie stumbles backwards as the arm lets go and looks like she's hyperventilating.
"God that was awful," she gasps, "Thanks, Adam. Don't know what I'd do without you." Wiping away a strand of hair sticking to her forehead, she swivels her head side to side in an attempt to spot any more infected too close for comfort. Her brother extends a hand to help her up.
"Don't sweat it," Adam grins. "You're lucky it's me who's still around, and not that moron you dated a few months ago. He wouldn't make it a day in this."
"Really?" Angie laughs and raises a brow, "You're still going on about Brian? Talk about sticking to the role of insufferable little brother."
"Well I gotta be good at something nowadays. Besides, I actually like that title" Adam raises his hands in defense, "Anyways, he was a douche and you were way too good for him."
"Adam...," Angie sighs with annoyance. "Let's just focus on getting back home. You can remind me of my poor dating choices once we aren't in danger of being eaten alive, alright?"
"Hmm..." Adam crosses his arms and tilts his head to the right. "Deal."
They soon reach land and don't stop running. This side of the bridge has lots of buildings, but it's a small town compared to the sprawling city that they just came from. Their mission was to gather whatever supplies they could find to help their group. Before the plague one call it a gang, but what does that matter now. They took the siblings and many others under their wing, and they owed their lives to them. Angie and Adam run into a forest area near and make it a little farther in before they stop to rest. It was terrifying...but exhilarating.
"I knew that cross country was going to come in handy one of these days," Angie says with a faint smile.
"No kidding. It's definitely a good skill to have. Makes us less of a burden I guess."
"Yeah. It's one thing we can thank Mom and Dad for." Angie is 19 now, and Adam is 17. They had always been close due to their parents' obsession with their own lives and work. The two had depended on each other then. And nothing has changed.
Adam digs through his backpack. "You want some water?" Angie nods. He pull out a canteen and offer it to her, looking around the forest as she drinks. There doesn't seem to be any infected around right now.
"Ah that stings." Angie grimaces.
"Whats wrong?" Adam turns around, concerned. Angie pulls up the sleeve on her left arm. Her brother notices that her jacket is slightly torn. She gasps and Adam's heart drops.
Two scratch marks, about three inches long run horizontally across her arm.
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