The Lost Journal Part 2 (A Secret Apocalypse Story) by James Harden Page A

The soldiers were being
swarmed. Their position was being overrun.
    This is why
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about them. They were only on the streets
for a few minutes. There was nothing they could do.
    The soldiers
disappeared into a building across the street. I have no idea what became of
them. But I’m guessing they didn’t last long. Once the soldiers had disappeared,
the Apache gunships retreated out of the area. They left as quickly as they had
arrived. They flew vertically up and out of the city.
    "The choppers
are leaving?" Maria asked. "They’re just leaving? But there’s more infected
down there."
    She was
right. The infected now filled the streets. And we could hear them. It sounded
like they were all around us. Those Apache’s needed to clear out the horde.
They needed to unleash their missiles.
    And maybe
they could get Maria out of here.
    "Wait, we
should try and contact them before they leave," I said. "Try the walkie-talkie."
    Jack reached
for his pocket but there was no radio. "Crap. I left it in the security room."
    "Wait here,"
I said as I ran for the security room.
    If we could
contact one of those pilots, we could get Maria out of here. Maybe they would
even spare our lives.
    Maybe.
    But as I ran
back to the security room, I realized something was wrong. The noises, the
howling screams of the infected. They were getting louder. Closer.
    Those noises
were coming from inside the building.
    I stopped.
Confused.
    What the
hell?
    The screams continued
getting louder.
    I could hear
their footsteps.
    The infected
were in here. They were in the shopping complex with us.
    I had
frozen.
    Jack grabbed
me from behind. "Come on! We gotta go. They’re inside!"
    I shook my
head. "What? How?"
    "The train station
maybe," he answered. "I don’t know. Maybe they smashed in from somewhere."
    The radio. We
could still get a message out.
    I moved
inside the security room. Picked up the two walkie-talkies. Stuffed one in my
pocket and turned the other one on. But there was way too much static and
interference to broadcast. Probably from the building itself, I thought.
    "I can’t get
a signal!"
    "Forget it!"
Jack said. "We need to get out of here!"
    "The pilots,
the choppers are close," I said "It’s too good a chance to pass up."
    But I needed
to get a signal. I moved over to the window again and shot out the glass. The
glass shattered and fell away into the street below. I took a cautious step out
on to the ledge and tried the radio again.
    "Mayday! Mayday! If anyone is out there, we are survivors of the Oz
Virus. We are not infected. Repeat, we are not infected. We are trapped in the
middle of Sydney. We have a survivor here who has shown immunity to the virus.
She may hold the key to a cure."
    I could no longer see the choppers. But I could still hear them which
meant they had to be close. Unfortunately, the screams
of the infected were getting louder.

    "Kenji!" Jack shouted. "We have to go!"

    He was right. The choppers were moving further away. And the infected
knew we were here. They were coming for us. They were getting closer.

    "If anyone is listening, Please send help. Please."

    Escape from Sydney Tower and the Tunnel
of Doom

    We moved into the stairwell and headed for sub basement levels. Jack swore to
me there was an underground car park facility.
    He was
right.
    We found a
police car. It appeared to be some sort of highway patrol car. Luckily for us
it was unlocked. The doors were left wide open. And the keys were in the
ignition. If I had to guess, I’d say that whoever had been driving this police
car had left it here in a real hurry. No time to lock it up, no time to close
the doors, no time to take the keys.
    It was a stroke
of luck. Fortune favors the bold, right?
    I sure hope
so. We need fortune. We need luck.
    I told Jack
to drive because he knew the streets.
    "Maria you’re
in the back. Keep your head down."
    She did not
argue.
    We drove out
of the parking lot. We had to drive up