I come too and I'm standing in front of a mirror, my eyes yellow and hair black, it's been clean and cut. My body seemed to have been bathed and re-dressed.
I was in a large bathroom that has been ravaged by time. I don't know whose it is or how I got here and I didn't plan on staying. So I left the washroom only to enter a room filled with people. People who all looked like bikers and gang members. some in leather jackets and others in expensive looking suits. They looked like trouble but I had just woken up in a hospital, fought threw zombies, and crashed a helicopter, how bad could they be? ...
Not bad at all really, just curious. They know my Dad, they seen his picture and seen him with another member of there gang named Francis. They wanted information on Francis and a man named Nick. I didn't know who this "Nick" is but he isn't one of the people with Dad.
Apparently from the information they have gathered Nick and his group of survivors ran into my Dads group and Dads group helped them cross a bridge. This was good news because this happened only a few days ago and they might still be in that area.
As I was about to leave they handed me two letters and a jacket with there gang name on it. The letters were about the Military and a third outpost that had also gone down so all currently known American bases have been run over. and It wasn't pretty. Infected I had never heard of, like long necked woman that spit acid and made a disguising screeching sound they called her a "Spitter" and a man with one large arm and wore overalls and his face was crushed in, he charged at his targets and they called him a "Charger" and finally the "Jockey" a small man that was always laughing and would jump on to your shoulders and ride you around and attack your eyes. I guess they called him a jockey because he was small and would ride his targets.
This news disturbed me, but only a little. I just took it all in, just like I accepted the fact that I have ******** yellow eyes and black hair and I am in a Zombie Apocalypse and my dad is far away with people I never meet and are obviously not the most trust worthy if it's some young girl a wealthy business man and a biker.. OK the business man isn't a threat but I don't care. I just don't care anymore... I don't know if it's dad I'm even looking for or if it's just people to protect me? or maybe just a goal and I don't care if he is alive or dead as long as I'm occupied...
******** this. I can sort it out later, I'm still in a room with suspicious men and women who are actually letting me go instead of raping me or eating me like ravenous cannibals. I put on the jacket and take my rifle, health kit and bullets that I came with. and go to leave but a woman in skimpy attire stops me and says:
"Please take me with you. I can kill zombies good and I can't handle them anymore. I don't wanna be a biker anymore!"
and I reply with:
"******** that!, I was with a pilot and his friend then I murdered his friend and almost ate him then the helicopter crashed, luckily the Pilot got away. I don't even remember wanting to hurt the guy never mind KILL HIM, your safer here, with out a half human half ******** zombie hybrid."
I spit on the ground by her feet and stormed out, but I was careful not to slam the door so I wouldn't attract to much attention. I recognized the area as "Rayford" and there is a port near by that dad used to take me fishing at all the time when I was still in junior high. I started to feel tired and didn't really wanna make much ground because it was night so I went to look for shelter at an old motel named "Late 8" I used to go there all the time with dad and it only had a total of 5 rooms and the doors were metal because it used to be a gang area.
From what I remember Late 8 was by a Burger Tank and a Save 4 Less. I could see a Save 4 Less from where I was standing and started to walk there.
I passed a few Commons and a hunter laying in a tree, it's arms and legs hanging off like a leopard when it's sleeping in a tree. It was almost cute. but weirded me out because the infected were still ignoring me. I could go right up to them, yell at them, shoot them, kick them, you name it and they wouldn't react, sometimes they would hit me back but I would just shoot a bullet into there brain. I sometimes see infected fighting each other so I don't think it attacked me because it thought I was human.
Anyway I got to the Save 4 Less and looked inside. I seen a good amount of food inside so I tried to open the doors but they were locked. It seemed like a trap so I moved along and decided I would come back later. Next I passed the Tank Burger and got to Late 8. I went inside and grabbed the key to the suite me and Dad always got.
As I got to the door all was quiet and the window and door were not harmed. But then again the glass is bullet proof and so was the door. so I think that makes them zombie proof.
As I entered the room I felt an overpowering feeling of Sorrow. I missed Daddy so much and didn't wanna be here without him. I guess I do miss him.
Shortly after crying I found pajamas in the drawer and I went to bed.
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