The Fall of Society (Book 2): The Fight of Society by Thonas Rand

smoke.
     
                Ardent and Bear didn’t linger. They swam toward shore. They didn’t know where they were going, but they would push on…
     

DAY 45:
     
    MILLA and  DEREK
     
     
    THE U.S.S. RONALD REAGAN, A ONCE PROUD AND MIGHTY VESSEL, WAS RUN AGROUND AND BURNING ON SAN DIEGO’S SHORE. Just a few miles from the carrier’s black smoke trail was downtown and it was in chaos. Hundreds upon hundreds of the rabid creatures were in the streets. Attacking anyone they could in small groups or large hordes, they were everywhere. Uninfected people were trying to get away. Many had to fight for their lives, and many died in the attempt. Even though some had guns, they were useless when groups overwhelmed individuals out in the open.
                Undead numbers were thicker in the northern part of town because that’s where the infection came from—Los Angeles—and they moved like a swarm. There were people watching from rooftops and the dead burst onto some of those roofs and killed everyone they found. First responder vehicles were all over, but most were burning wrecks—others were fleeing town. There were also SWAT vehicles here and there; specially-trained police were fighting the ghouls, but their training didn’t help when they were attacked by mindless creatures that only wanted to feed . . . and feed they did. Little by little, the citizens of San Diego were either torn apart and eaten, or wounded and became one of them.
                In the south part of town, where the dead were fewer in numbers, a car raced down the streets at breakneck speeds. It was a red crossover SUV and the driver was alone.
                It was Milla Siln.
                She was stressed out as she jerked on the steering wheel to zigzag her way through the obstacles in the streets. Some were other cars but most were people. And most of them were infected. At the speeds she was driving it was hard to tell which were which.
                “Get out of the way, goddamnit!” she yelled at someone in her path.
                The person turned out to be a slow moving corpse and she purposely ran it over. It blew apart into red chunks on the car’s grill and hood; some splattered the windshield so she turned on the windshield wipers. Red smeared in half circle patterns and she activated the wiper fluid, which cleared it up for her to see—
                Another one appeared in her path and she dropped her foot on the accelerator, intent on destroying it. Just before she hit the creature—it turned, and she saw his eyes—they were normal. His body rammed against the hood and flipped over the car. He was thrown into the air.
                “Fuck!” she shouted.
                She looked in her rearview and saw his lifeless body hit the pavement, and then some of the dead feasted on the road kill. She couldn’t pick and choose anymore, if she tried to avoid hitting someone that she thought was normal, she could lose control of the SUV and crash, and that would be it for her. She decided that if anything else got in her way from this point forward, alive or dead, they were fodder. Up ahead, she saw some cops that were surrounded by the dead, fighting the best they could, but they were being overrun.
                Milla headed right for them and she wasn’t slowing down.
                One of the cops saw her coming and ran in the middle of the street to flag her down, but Milla didn’t reduce speed. She plowed through several of the stenches and then saw the cop; he was in her direct path. At the last second he sidestepped out of her way, and just missed being hit by inches. He fired his handgun at her in anger, hitting her back window, fracturing it into a spider web pattern. He took better aim to fire at her again, but before he could pull the trigger—a fast mover tackled him and ripped into his flesh—Milla