Chapter 13 – Ryan
I didn’t know what was going on. Everything was a blur. Jeremy was freaking out in the cockpit, everyone was running back and forth through the RV, and my girl was laying down on this bed in front of me, eyes blank, skin pale, foam from the mouth, and shaking violently. Out of all the chaos, it seemed that time now seemed to stand still. I suddenly felt as if all hope was lost, as if all the hope in my body had been sucked out of me. Everything seemed so hopeless to me now. The love of my life seemed as if she were dying, my group was in total panic and turmoil, and as I looked out the cockpit window that I could see from the back, I saw all the zombies that were about to envelope the RV. I decided to do exactly what Jeremy told us to do. Go all out balls to the wall. I kissed Haley on her forehead and yelled for Weir.
“What do you need Ryan?” he asked, his voice in panic.
“I need you to do all you can for Haley. Keep her away from danger and keeper her stable.” I responded. He told me he would do his best, and that would have to be enough. I looked under the bed and grabbed the mini-gun I had kept hidden from the group since about 2 weeks after the outbreak. For 3 months I have rounded up ammo for this puppy, and now I can’t think of a better time to use it. I hauled the 150 pound killing machine out of the master bedroom and into the living quarters. Everyone started staring at me, but not speaking any words. I didn’t stop for a second. I kicked the door open to get outside. The sky had turned from crystal blue to a darker, death grey. I hauled the gun outside as I went around to the front of the RV. I revved up the gun and pointed it at the sea of the undead in front of me. I looked around, taking in the city. It was a much bleaker scene than that of the beautiful mountainside that I had taken in with my comrades not 3 hours ago. The buildings were rugged and torn, the streets were broken, and the clouds were black, all under that deathly grey sky. I could feel the cold mist blow against my face as the wind started to pick up. I looked back forward and saw the zombies were now about 25 feet away. I braced myself and started to fire my death machine. The sound of bullets leaving their chambers from within the tumbler filled the air. The only things I could see in front of me were flashes of light with red liquid raining down everywhere. Chunks of lifeless meat accompanied the blood in flight. It was the most terrifying time in my life. It felt as if it were an eternity before my ammo ran out, and the tumbler was just spinning. I revved down the tumbler and lowered the gun. So much blood………so much raw meat that looked like hamburger before it’s cooked……….so much mayhem. I had successfully saved the group from death, there were no more zombies in the street in front of me. I probably shouldn’t even call it a street, it was so filled with blood, meat, and lead you couldn’t even see the street. I took a long sigh as the rain started to come down. I looked up and let it wash over me. The way the water ran down my body was so soothing, I felt as if it were healing me both physically and emotionally. Despite how much I had wanted to stay in this position, I knew I had an obligation to my friends. I dropped the gun and went back into the RV. Everyone except for Weir and Haley, who were still in the back, were in the cockpit, looking out the front window. Everyone turned back to me, stunned. As if they hadn’t ever expected that from me. I turned around and made my way to the back, where I saw Haley face-down on the bed and Weir looking as if he were going to perform surgery with a knife and tweezers.
“What the hell are you doing!?” I yelled. I ran toward Weir looking to tackle him and get him away from Haley. Right before I made contact with Weir, Jeremy grabbed me and held me back.
“Ryan calm down!” he shouted as I struggled against him. “He’s going to save her!” The very idea of saving Haley from whatever was happening to her was enough to get me to calm down a little bit. I stopped struggling against Jeremy, but quickly and sternly asked
“What are you going to do to her?” Weir walked over to Haley and pointed the tweezers at her neck. I hadn’t noticed it before now, but there was a dark green sphere that had burrowed deep into the back of Haley’s neck. Around the sphere, there was a thick ring of black that looked as if it were crawling.
“It looks like the way the sprouter’s skin crawled in the storage unit.” Zach explained. “We think it may have infected her somehow, and if that’s true, me and Ashley are also at risk.” I looked at Haley, her body still twitching a little, and then to Weir. I nodded to Weir and allowed him to perform the surgery. Weir nodded back to me and clasped his hand on my shoulder.
“I’ll treat her with the utmost care Ryan, I’ll do my best.” He told me. I knew he would, he was arguably the smartest and most knowledgeable of all of us. If anyone could fix Haley, it would be Weir. Weir told everyone they had to leave the room except for me. I sat down next to Haley and clasped her hand as Weir went to work on her neck.
Kinemortophobia (The Fear Of The Undead) Book 1 Page 13
