stall. I climbed back up onto the sink and pulled
myself up above the ceiling tiles. I looked down and saw dozens of hands
reaching up for me.
I
sighed in relief. They didn’t think to climb up on the toilet or sink, and
couldn’t even brush the ceiling from the ground. After making sure what I was
crawling on was strong enough to hold my weight, I slowly crawled along the
thick pipes to a walkway that must have been there for maintenance. I followed
the walkway until I saw a latch above me, which must have been the roof access.
I opened it and rain began pouring in, drenching me. I climbed out and saw the
mass of bodies still trying to force themselves into the warehouse.
I
made my way to the opposite side of the building from the loading docks, and
saw that there were only a few Infected, and a canopy overhang about 5 feet
below the roof edge. I slowly lowered myself onto it and slid down to the edge,
and then lowered myself to the ground. It was still raining, so I pulled
another throw away poncho out of my backpack and threw it on to stay at least a
little dry.
I
started running as fast as I could. It was even darker than before I went into
the warehouse, but I didn’t want to be anywhere near this place. Way too
dangerous. Luckily the majority of the massive mob was either inside the
warehouse or on the other side trying to push their way past each other. The
storm was still keeping any sounds I was making pretty well covered. Only a few
were following me, out of what had to be hundreds in that warehouse now.
“I
need to find another car,” I said to myself, almost out of breath, “And fast!”
There were tons of cars, but they were either crashed into each other and
dented, or scratched and bloodied.
The
Infected were only a few yards behind me, and more were adding to the mob as I
ran recklessly down the middle of a street. If I tripped or fell I would be
screwed. I was on a main street now, or at least some type of small road
downtown. Little shops and diners lined the streets. Cars were everywhere, and
that meant trapped Infected. Arms were reaching out of the windows trying to
get me as I went past.
After
about a mile, I slowed to a walk. My adrenaline was running low and I couldn’t
keep up running anymore. It was too much with my heavy backpack. Luckily
Infected weren’t that fast, and now that I finally had a little distance on
them I could take it a little easy, but if I wasn’t careful they could easily
catch up.
I
saw a red car ahead that looked in relatively good condition. I smashed the
window, jumped in and stuck my head under the wheel. I started pulling wires
and splicing them together. Finally the car roared to life. It was a lot louder
than I thought it would be, surprising me so much that I jerked my head back
and hit the wheel.
The
moans were getting louder. I pulled my head out and looked back. The Infected
weren’t that far behind, and not slowing down, so I revved the engine. It felt
good to drown out their moans. As I adjusted the rear view mirror, for a second
my eyes were that same shade of green. I blinked and they were back to their
normal hazel. After a moment of staring into my own eyes I shifted it into gear
and peeled out, leaving the mob and the whole shitty day behind me.
I
checked the time. It was already almost midnight, which meant I only had about
seven hours or so until the sun came up, that is, if the storm would let up. I
looked around at my surroundings. It wasn’t a warehouse district, or the small
town main street anymore, just trees and road. It made sense to not see any
cars while driving down back roads like this. Most cars were either stuck on
major highways, other designated escape routes, or still in driveways. It was
the small piece of normality I needed to bring my spirits up, even if it was
only a little bit.
Around
12:30 I decided it was about time to find some shelter, especially since the
gas light had just flicked on, making this car next to
myself up above the ceiling tiles. I looked down and saw dozens of hands
reaching up for me.
I
sighed in relief. They didn’t think to climb up on the toilet or sink, and
couldn’t even brush the ceiling from the ground. After making sure what I was
crawling on was strong enough to hold my weight, I slowly crawled along the
thick pipes to a walkway that must have been there for maintenance. I followed
the walkway until I saw a latch above me, which must have been the roof access.
I opened it and rain began pouring in, drenching me. I climbed out and saw the
mass of bodies still trying to force themselves into the warehouse.
I
made my way to the opposite side of the building from the loading docks, and
saw that there were only a few Infected, and a canopy overhang about 5 feet
below the roof edge. I slowly lowered myself onto it and slid down to the edge,
and then lowered myself to the ground. It was still raining, so I pulled
another throw away poncho out of my backpack and threw it on to stay at least a
little dry.
I
started running as fast as I could. It was even darker than before I went into
the warehouse, but I didn’t want to be anywhere near this place. Way too
dangerous. Luckily the majority of the massive mob was either inside the
warehouse or on the other side trying to push their way past each other. The
storm was still keeping any sounds I was making pretty well covered. Only a few
were following me, out of what had to be hundreds in that warehouse now.
“I
need to find another car,” I said to myself, almost out of breath, “And fast!”
There were tons of cars, but they were either crashed into each other and
dented, or scratched and bloodied.
The
Infected were only a few yards behind me, and more were adding to the mob as I
ran recklessly down the middle of a street. If I tripped or fell I would be
screwed. I was on a main street now, or at least some type of small road
downtown. Little shops and diners lined the streets. Cars were everywhere, and
that meant trapped Infected. Arms were reaching out of the windows trying to
get me as I went past.
After
about a mile, I slowed to a walk. My adrenaline was running low and I couldn’t
keep up running anymore. It was too much with my heavy backpack. Luckily
Infected weren’t that fast, and now that I finally had a little distance on
them I could take it a little easy, but if I wasn’t careful they could easily
catch up.
I
saw a red car ahead that looked in relatively good condition. I smashed the
window, jumped in and stuck my head under the wheel. I started pulling wires
and splicing them together. Finally the car roared to life. It was a lot louder
than I thought it would be, surprising me so much that I jerked my head back
and hit the wheel.
The
moans were getting louder. I pulled my head out and looked back. The Infected
weren’t that far behind, and not slowing down, so I revved the engine. It felt
good to drown out their moans. As I adjusted the rear view mirror, for a second
my eyes were that same shade of green. I blinked and they were back to their
normal hazel. After a moment of staring into my own eyes I shifted it into gear
and peeled out, leaving the mob and the whole shitty day behind me.
I
checked the time. It was already almost midnight, which meant I only had about
seven hours or so until the sun came up, that is, if the storm would let up. I
looked around at my surroundings. It wasn’t a warehouse district, or the small
town main street anymore, just trees and road. It made sense to not see any
cars while driving down back roads like this. Most cars were either stuck on
major highways, other designated escape routes, or still in driveways. It was
the small piece of normality I needed to bring my spirits up, even if it was
only a little bit.
Around
12:30 I decided it was about time to find some shelter, especially since the
gas light had just flicked on, making this car next to
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