Author: brendangb PM
Fifteen year old Jon Collins is thrusted into a new world, a world run by those Infected with a virus. He is forced to make the most of a bad situation and team up with people he thought he would never work with. The boundaries between sanity and strength are pushed onto Jon's shoulders and he's forced to bear with both, even though some may be challenging to control.Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Sci-Fi - Words: 365 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-21-13 - id: 3102978
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A burst of color erupts before Jon Collin's eyes, a color distinctly familiar, crimson red. This wasn't just some painting or colored in picture, no, it was blood. The blood of the man before Jon. He had slain this man, murdered him, purposely. There was little remorse, nothing for this shell of a human. No sympathy, no farewells, just a half-hearted removal of life from the walking corpse. Jon smashed in the head of the man with his foot, breaking the skull and sending blood up his jeans and all over the marble floor. Several moans and ungodly noises were shattering the sound barrier that Jon had formed when he exerted his anger into this deceased creature that had been pulled out of a George Romero film. Sweat ran down Jon's head and when the job was done, reality came back to him. Jon's gazed landed on three more of the Infected, shuffling slowly but surely towards him. Jon picked up the aluminum baseball bat that had been knocked from his hands in the shuffle between the undead man. There were no short of exits that lead to the outside, but most were barricaded and Jon didn't have time to un-barricade them. The undead now approached Jon at a faster pace, the faces expressed pure rage, nothing but peeling gray skin gave background to the Infected that began to pick up a brief jog.
Jon slowly backed away, swigging the bat haphazardly at any Infected that dare come more than ten inches from him. Grunts were exerted from Jon as he swung at the head of a female Infected; an unrealistic snap and crackle sounded the Infected's death. Jon turned and sprinted down the hallway, passing several pillars, turned into another hallway, and finally made it to an Exit door. Jon pulled the emergency lever and opened the door, the alarm sounded and Jon knew what was coming. The bright daylight awoke before Jon and he shielded his eyes, it had been three days since Jon had experienced actual sunlight. Jon turned and put his weight on the emergency door as he heard a large slam against it. The alarm had brought forth the Infected.