Snippet #1030193

Ian sat there thinking. "You're probably right. This entire thing has left me kinda shaken. Crazy stuff going on." Ian told Joey. "Well, I'm gunna go back to sleep. Wake me up if you get tired. I can take a watch if you want." Ian said as he lay back down on his backpack.


"Let's go." Ian said, running ahead of his friends. "We're going up." He had no time to weep for his friends. It was sad, but they were gone, he wasn't, and neither were George, Gerry or Alexa. He had to take the lead. He had to get them to safety. We ran back up the steps and made it to the roof. "Over there" Ian pointed to the ledge of the building. A few feet beneath it, was another building...a pizza place with apartments above. Ian hopped down, and helping his friends down. "This is what we're going to do," began Ian, "we're going to hop from building to building until we reach...what the fuck was that?" They all ran over to the rail. It looked like soldiers. Thank fucking God. "Hey, up here! We're not infected!" George yelled down. "The building's clear. Come down and we'll get you back to base." one of the soldiers replied. "Follow me, but please, be cautious. He said it was clear, but you never know...they might have missed one or two." Ian told his friends, all nodded. It seems they all had accepted his leadership, and he was proud of that.

They cautiously moved through the building. Each step louder than the next. No sound, no smells, no tastes, nothing. It was dead. They had made it to the ground and out the door. They were safe for now, and that was a wonderful feeling. Ian could hear gunshots from inside all of the surrounding buildings as he walked toward a soldier. "Hi, I'm Ian. This is Alexa, Gerry, and George. We can't thank you enough for the help sir." Ian told the man, shaking his hand and smiling. The solider smiled back. "Major Hill, and it's no problem. It's why we signed up." the solider said happily. "Maj, we got a problem!" said another solider dripping in sweat. The major looked at him. "Yes, what is it?" "We got at least 200 of those things coming straight here. We gotta go now!" the young solider said. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Call HQ, tell them we need choppers here ASAP," he looked at Ian, "know how to shoot friend?"

Ian awoke again. He was restless tonight. He stood up, and decided to go and talk to Joey. He was nowhere to be found however. Ian looked everywhere, then he saw a door open. "Shit, I hope nothing got in" he thought. He drew his pistol, and turned the safety off. He started walking up to what looked like the roof. He could hear footsteps. Fuck. He reached another open door. "Joey?" Ian whispered. "Is that you?" he hoped beyond hope that someone would answer. He didn't want to have to go through this tonight. He leaned around the corner and saw Joey. He walked toward him. "I got nervous, why didn't you answer? Oh well, can I sit down?" Ian asked, sitting down before Joey could answer. "So Joey, what's your story?"