The Unnamed Virus And The Forgotten

Chapter 2

The next morning we had breakfast but we couldn't sit around for too long. Whatever was out there knew where we were. "So what's the game plan, Justin?" Buck asked while he finished his breakfast. "I'm not sure yet, but I do have a question. What was that thing?". I don't know either, but it wasn't normal, it doesn't match any of the characteristics of the other zombies." said Buck, responding to my Dad, in a quick manner. This whole conversation had everyone looking now, except the kids who were playing with Red. Wherever that conversation was going, it was cut short. The motel had shaken from a tremendous roar coming from at least a few miles away. The thing had made its return.

This isn't what we needed right now but it was what we had to work with. "What was that, hopefully nothing too endangering to us." Sarah said while her mind ran wild. No one had known what this thing was or what it would do if it caught up to us. That was the fuel on the fire that made all of us tense up and sent chills up our spines. This could be good or bad, but that wasn't a chance we wanted to take right now. So our choice was to get out of here. "Start packing your stuff and let's get a move on ASAP" announced my Dad, directly after the nerve wrecking roar. So this time we packed our things much quicker, after having twice the practice now, and loaded ourselves in the cars. We hadn't figured out what city we were in but all we knew was to go west. This was our journey so far, from Utah to somewhere in Nevada where we were getting chased by something terrifying and fast.

Now we were heading west after getting everyone in the vehicles and getting our stuff together. Now we heard a roar but close. Too close, it was terrifying. I have never seen someone drive like they were coming straight out of the movies, but that was exactly how my Dad and Buck started driving. "Keep your seatbelts on and hang on!" warned my Dad, knowing well that things could get interesting. We would have fought the thing coming after us but we didn't want to waste what we had little of, ammunition. This was the time to let our minds go crazy on some ideas of what to do. "Is that a city ahead? We can look for a gun store and see if there is anything left." said my Mom with panic in her voice.

Now we were on a street, full of empty cars and crawling with Forgotten. This wasn't the skin crawling part. The skin crawling part was that these people were living lives at one point, normally and happily. Here was the question that no one bothered to ask, why are we not infected? The Forgotten obviously notices us and wants to kill or infect us. But why hasn't it reached us yet? Well, we didn't have time to worry about that right now, we had to find the nearest gun store. We drove around town for about 5 minutes without speaking a word in the van until Buck honked his horn furiously. "I wonder what Buck could want in the middle of town." said my Mom, looking towards my Dad. What could he want that he would make so much noise for?

"Guys, guys, I found a note, apparently from the military! It says that they are taking any survivors to a military base in Washington. We should absolutely go there.". Buck was so out of breath after finishing that statement, but it was news. "Sorry, Buck but we have our own plans, we are going somewhere off of the U.S," my Dad said, "But we could go check it out I suppose." But first we had to get rid of that thing. So we went on as planned to go to a nearby gun shop, of course after letting Buck in on the plan. We eventually found one called Gun Inc. It was an ironic name but it worked for what we needed. So we parked our cars one block down just to be safe from anyone that maybe hiding or using that place as cover. "Before we absolutely park the vehicles we need to clear the area of any of these zombies, we don't want any excessive danger do we?" said Buck, pulling out a 45 caliber handgun with a look of intent, the intent to kill.

So we started to clear the street, little by little, to move forward. After we cleared out the area of any potential danger that could add to our problems. But now we had a bigger problem, the thing was getting closer. "Get inside everyone, we'll pray that there isn't an ambush in this gun shop," said Buck, tensing himself up and getting ready to open the door. This had everyone tensing up. My Dad who was a 6-foot tall man, kinda scrawny, was upfront with Buck who looked to be 5 or 6 feet tall and looked like the gym was scared of him. They pushed on the door and we heard a bell or a chime. It was the sound of a store door opening that we were not used to anymore. From the looks of everything, nothing was touched or out of complete disproportions. They had a lot of options for guns, hand held weapons, ammunition, bows even. We then knew that this was our savior.