Snippet #2123758

It was getting boring from up on the roof. Cold too, despite the inferno that seemed to stealthily creep forwards. The survivor(s) he heard earlier had disappeared and the world became silent. Even the infected were gone - he was truly alone. He scanned the streets more carefully, but the waning light was making it harder for him to see anything. Looking back towards the stadium, he judged that it would take between 3 to 7 hours for the fire to reach where he was at its current rate, assuming it didn't burn out, but he knew how unpredictable fire could be.

He was about to give up and head onto the streets when a noise picked up, a faint rumbling getting louder very quickly. In a distant part of his memory, he felt he recognised the sound. Looking on the streets, he was almost blinded as a truck appeared from nowhere - a god-forsaken truck! - that was seemingly driven by infected...or teenagers. It swerved left to right and music could be heard very loud, a periodic 'wub wub' almost shaking the roof. The truck passed quickly, clipping a car on its way and loosing the remnants of its bumper, then, with a turn of a corner, it was gone. Seconds later, a group of people - numbers hard to tell - appeared where the truck had come from. Infected? Was the truck escaping? He trained his sights on the hooded one.

No...a human, and next to him a woman - albeit a small woman in combat gear. He recognised the uniform as Air Force and remembered the backpack, comically big on the woman, as being a particularly heavy if big one. He shouted down from the roof, waving the rifle laser across the street in circles. "Hey! Up here! You mind if I come with you?", then, without waiting for a response, he sprinted down the interior stairwell and almost threw himself onto the street, glad of human company.