Even though she tried to cover her face, I could tell that she was beyond terrified. One of the Junks tried to squeeze its way through Drea's cell.
"What the f*ck are you waiting for? Get the keys and get us out of here, stop standing there crying like little ass boys", Shouted Drea." You might as well get your sites off her bro, she bad news and crazy on top of that," said Titus.
Even though I felt inside that the mean crazy person was just a cover and that somewhere inside was a kind person facing a terrifying situation. The Junks continued to try and get to Drea, but its head got stuck; his body was a perfect size, but his head was massive. Even so, the Junk continued to pull and reach and reach and pull until his neck started to rip apart, slowly blood squirting all on Drea as she just clinched against the wall trying to cover her face. Soon the Junks head popped off, and the body dropped inches away from Drea's feet.
If not creepy enough, a little girl around the age of 5 or 6 reached her hands out through the crowd gripping the bars, and started to squeeze through. Except her head didn't get stuck, she slipped through those bars with ease our hearts dropped. Titus and Ace wasted no time and started to jump the little Junk, kicking, stomping, and punching her over and over.
That's when Titus fell, burning up, screaming in pain, and he started throwing up blood.
"What the hell, see you done wasted all your energy trying to help me stomp that little girl," said Ace.
" We will talk about that later. For now, we need to help Titus", I said.
I rush over to the bars. Drea, hey, can you toss me that water bottle over there? Hey", I shouted. She didn't respond and continued to lay against the wall.
"Uhh, Tray, I think Titus is dead," said Ace pushing Titus off his lap onto the floor.
"What the heck bro, don't be tossing his body like that, and what makes you say he's dead," I asked?
It was true he wasn't breathing. I was no medic, but I couldn't find a pulse. "Bro, come over here and give him CPR," I whispered!" For what, you the older brother, and besides, I'm not CPR certified even if I was, I'm not bout to kiss that dude," Ace bickered back." It's not kissing," I replied. " Even if it's not, his mouth blood--
Titus started to rise slowly, our eyes got big, and our hearts began to pound hard as we clung against the wall. "Don't...make...a sound," said Ace squeezing up against me. Looking at him weird from the side of his face, I quickly pushed him off me." Man get off me; this ain't no Jurassic Park, he right there, he can see us dumb ass," I said.
He's an idiot, I know we're in a dangerous situation, but in the back of my mind, I was dying of laughter; I'm going to have to remember to slap his neck later. Titus turns his head quickly as if he was trying to break his own neck. Gazing, eyes white like they were rolled to the back of his head, foaming from the mouth with a disturbing hum-like growl. Slowly he started to get up from the ground. Honestly, the only advantage I see was that his leg was just as bad as before. It was guaranteed that if we weren't in this cage, we could just outrun him without killing him, leaving him for someone else's problem. Sadly this was the cruel part of reality we had to face sooner or later. It never dawns on you that you might have to kill a family member until you are put in that situation.
Slowly he started to take steps limping; the closer he came, the faster my heart began to beat increase. Lub-DUP ... Limp... Lub-Dup, Lub-DUP... Limp, Limp, Limp... Lub-DUP, Lub-DUP, Lub-DUP, -
Smash( Window breaks somewhere) Honk... Honk, WEE-oww, WEE-oww.
The sounds of multiple car horns and police sirens echoed throughout the entire city. With the distraction, Ace quickly rushes and grabs Titus' arms, allowing me to kick Titus in the knee, breaking his leg. It was less harmful with him crawling around. I placed my foot on his back so that he stayed in place while Ace try's to reach the keys. Meanwhile, the station started clearing; Junks began to rush towards the parking lot where the noise was coming from.
" Need a hand," asked Lexi, grabbing the keys to the cell. " Come on, the reunion can be later, I said! "Drea, sweety, what happened to you?" " Between going to jail, lock-in that small cage, and almost dying while in jail in a small cage. I'll let you decide; now can we leave and get far away from here as possible," said Drea.
Ace quickly runs out, "Come On! I found the keys they park our cars on the other side. "You guys can go your way, and we're going our way. We got our own ride. Come on, Drea, Jade is waiting for us," said Lexi!
Walking off in different directions, Drea and I stared each other down. " Hey, there's a grocery store two streets over. Meet us there; those things are gathering here, so the store should be empty, shouted Drea.
We quickly hopped in the cars and headed out to meet up with the girls at the store nearby. We weren't sure what to expect when we arrived. The sirens attracted most of the Junks around, but that doesn't mean there isn't any still lurking around. Ace and I volunteered to go in first to make a few sounds to see if anyone was inside. Walking towards the store doors, Jade quietly yells," Wait, take these." She pops the hood of their car our eyes instantly lit up like the night sky. These girls were loaded, Barrett M82, Benelli M4, M4 carbine, and the one that caught my attention was the F.N five-seven.
"Oh, my sweet baby," I said as I reached for the F.N until Lexi rudely smacked my hand away...
"What the hell is wrong with you? Keep your filthy hands off my guns", said Lexi
" What, your guns?"
" Yes, my father and Jade's father were in the military! It so happens that F.N is part of the guns I brought. Besides, I didn't call you over here. Jade did!"
"Sorry about that," Jade said, handing us a Glock 17 each.
Not to say I'm ungrateful, but I didn't want this basic little shit. I want the holy grail, somebody's father took his position of authority on and off the battlefield, or maybe he was a high rank. No matter, I will get a hold of that gun. As of now, I'm just going to use this to check the store. Yeah, maybe that's it; I didn't need it yet; who needs an F.N to check the store.
CLANK... CLANK, "Hello, are there any Junks here, maybe regular non-infected people?
"AYE!!"
"Bro quiet down; what the hell is wrong with you," I said as Ace's voice echoed throughout the store and outside!
"Yes, we are here. Nice to finally see other survivors, we don't mean any trouble", said the mysterious man.
Ace holds the gun up to their face from a distance," Hands up everybody... slowly get on your knees"!
"Oh my- Bro, we are not trying to rob them," I said frantically!
"Forget that; our brother just died. I'm not taking no chances with nobody"!
"Ok, I get that, keep that mentality, but there is a time to use it and a time to be calm and think about every decision."
"Ok, and that's why you're here, right? You keep sh*t in line, but I won't hesitate to put one of these muf**kers in the same position as our brother".
*Sighs* "Ok, names, everybody say their names. My name is Tray, this is my brother, Ace".
"Yes, I'm Wenston. This is Gloria, Erica, Mike, and we recently just ran into this guy named Fatboy. Hey, come out here and show yourself".
"See what I'm talking about bro? Someone has been back there creeping around this whole time. How do we know they weren't up to something" Ace asked while staring down Fatboy?
"Ok, we got guns! Stop being so paranoid unless you think a bunch of people with bats and knives can take you out even with that fully loaded Glock you have," I asked Ace?
"You're right! I do like this gun; it makes me feel big and confident, almost invincible sometimes. I see why police act all high and mighty with this on their hip. But being surrounded by Junks, running from your so-called dream, being arrested by fake cops, and now meeting more strange people does something to a person".
"Whatever. So Wenston, how long have you guys been here, and what happened" I asked?
"Well, we were surrounded by those things also, and uh... we fled here for safety. Eventually, they followed us here, and we were trapped until a loud noise attracted most of them. After that, we weren't sure how many were left, so we each walked around and found three of them remaining. When we met Fatboy, he was gathering supplies on aisle eight. We were recently discussing a plan, and you showed up not too long after that", he explained.
"Ace, watch them! I'm going to grab the others; they might be wondering where we are".
"Bet," Ace said, with animosity in his voice. Gripping his gun tight, looking down upon the group kneeling.