4: Got Gas?

        The night had crept along slowly since then. Not a single soul stirred; no one from the rooms got up and none of the infected had invaded the home. As the minutes progressed, I could feel exhaustion catching up to me as I started to feel safe in the confines of the house, but I wouldn't allow myself to doze off, knowing that, with my luck, something would finally decide to come into the house and kill us all.

        I couldn't help but to feel glad when a few hours had finally passed. I went into the room David had went in and woke him up. He still wasn't fond of keeping watch, but at least he didn't try to argue about it again. As soon as he got out of the bed, I got in it and dozed off seconds later.

 

        I popped up into a sitting position on the bed, my heart racing and my wide eyes darting from one part of the room to the next.

        “Get it off me!” David shouted—it sounded like it was coming from downstairs. “Someone help!”

        I muttered a couple curse words as I jumped out of the bed and grabbed my gun before rushing to the stairs. David was at the foot of it. There was something on his shoulders—it looked like an infected with spider monkey-like limbs and a hunched back from the large amount of muscle located there on its small body. It cackled like a maniac as it pulled on David's head, causing the hapless teen to stumble away from the stairs.

        But it wasn't enough to get out of my line of sight. I lifted my AK-47 up to aim, but then I stopped, realizing that it would be bad if I aimed too low, and it wouldn't help my accuracy if I wasn't wearing any glasses.

        “What's bookin'?” Jake asked, although it wasn't in his usual calm, joking kind of tone. Lori was standing just a couple feet behind him. Both of them had their guns.

        “Oinkle's in trouble,” I said quickly before dashing down the stairs, the other two following me.

        When we got onto the bottom floor, we found the infected pulling David towards the doorway leading out of the house—doorway because there was no longer a door there, its broken pieces laying on the floor. Standing in it was one of the bloated infected. Before anyone had a chance to react, it upchucked green bile onto David and the infected that was riding him.

        “Oh snap, there be a Horde coming now,” Jake alerted.

        I mentally cursed at this before running forward and unloading a bullet into the back rider's head. The thing fell off of David and onto the floor, dead. While I had done that, Jake had taken care of the other Special Infected, pushing it away and then shooting it, allowing it to burst in a massive wave of gore like the previous one we had encountered. But Jake was right. A Horde of Common Infected was coming. The Native American said something about how they would be targeting David, so, after muttering a quick apology, I shoved him against the wall so that the rest of us could easily protect him from the Horde. From doing so, I got a little of the warm green substance on my hand, but I wiped it off on my pants' leg before shooting some of the infected that were rushing to the front doorway.

        It was several seconds later when I felt something cut into my back. I winced before spinning around, smacking the infected away with my gun and shooting it before it had a chance to get up. But that wasn't the only one that came after me. There were a few more, but there was nowhere near as much coming towards me as there was David. I took out the ones that came after me while lessening the numbers that charged at David. It was about a minute or two later when everything was quiet again.

        “I thought you said they would only attack David?” I asked Jake.

        “Yup,” he replied as he reloaded his pistol.

        “But they attacked me too,” I stated.

        “But Christopher, you got junk on your pants.”

        I looked down, just now recalling the barf, which was dried on my pants now.

        “Oh, I guess that would explain why,” I murmured.

        “Ugh, this stuff's disgusting,” mumbled David. He had wiped off most of the bile that had gotten on him, but there was quite a bit of it that had dried on his skin and boxers. “Can I go take a shower and get this crap off me?”

        “You don't need to,” replied Jake. “That junk won't attract the infected anymore.”

        “But it feels so gross,” complained David.

        “We don't have time for you to do that,” Lori said. “We need to get out of here before anything else shows up.”

        “Come on, please?” he begged. “It'll only take a minute.”

        “Just let him,” I said. “We can get a few things packed while he gets that stuff off of him.” I looked at David. “Just don't take too long.”

        David nodded. “Thanks,” he muttered before running to the bathroom upstairs.

        The rest of us packed a few things, mainly the remainder of the food we had along with a couple first aid kits and pain pills. I also made sure to grab the glasses I found last night. I still wasn't too fond of them, mainly because of their pink frame, but they were still better than going with no glasses at all.

        “Okay, so what's our next plan of action?” asked Jake once everyone was downstairs.

        “We could try to increase population,” David suggested quietly, glancing towards Lori afterward.

        “Ew, no!” exclaimed Lori.

        “Oh snap, someone got rejected,” Jake laughed.

        “It was just an idea,” David murmured.

        “Let's get out of this neighborhood,” I suggested, ignoring the one David made. “Then we'll . . . um . . . we'll . . . I don't know. We'll try to come up with something once we get out of here. We can't stay around here any longer.”

        No one else had any protests about this, so we left. It wasn't until we were outside had I realized that it was a little late in the morning—probably about half past nine. It was cool outside, but it was enough to go around comfortably in just a T-shirt. Well, except for David, but he had no choice but to go without anything else.

        The trip through the rest of the neighborhood was slow due to all the Common Infected that were around, but we were leaving it minutes later, going down a street that had McDonald's on the left and LaRosa's on the right. Out in the intersection that was up ahead was a red parked car.

        “Oh snap, there be someone in that car,” Jake pointed out.

        We decided to see if we could get some help from him. The four of us walked over to the car, but, by the panicked look on the male's face, I started to get the feeling that he was the one in need of help. When we reached the driver's door, Jake lightly tapped on the window of it. The teen snapped his head in our direction, apparently from not having noticed us before when we were approaching the car, but his features calmed when he realized we weren't infected. Now that he was looking at us, I could see that he had dark brown eyes. He had curly black hair and a light brown skin color—mixed with black and white. Jake signaled to the boy to roll down his window, but he opened the car door, but only by a little.

        “Yo, could you give us a ride out of here?” asked Jake.

        “I would, but I don't have anymore gas,” replied the male.

        “Oh snap, you need some junk for your car?”said Jake.

        “Uh, yeah.”

        “There's a gas station just down the street from here,” I stated, “but we'll have to push the car up there.”

        “But what about the infected?” asked Lori. “We might get attacked.”

        “Then you'll guard us while we push it,” I replied. “Kill the infected as they come.”

        “What about me?” asked the teen in the car. There was a hint of fear in his voice, probably because of the possibility of being forced out of the safety of his vehicle.

        “I guess you'll have to stay in the car so you can turn it when we get up to the gas station,” I said after giving a shrug.

        “By the way, what's your name?” asked Lori.

        “Is it really important right now?” mumbled David.

        “Yeah, it is,” replied Lori.

        “I'm Michael,” said the male.

        The rest of us introduced ourselves before we got to work pushing the car to the gas station. A couple infected had come running at us, but Lori shot them before they could reach us. It was several minutes later when we pushed the car up to one of the gas pumps. I took the initiative to fill up the tank.

        “Did you see that?” Lori questioned a few seconds later, worry in her voice.

        “See what?” asked David, his voice reflecting a hint of the same emotion.

        “There was an infected over there,” Lori said, pointing off towards the far side of the United Dairy Farmers building.

        “A Common Infected?” I inquired.

        “No,” replied Lori.

        “What did it look like?” asked David.

        “It had a long neck and it was drooling green stuff.”

        “Oh snap,” replied Jake. “That's a Spitter yo.”

        “I assume it spits stuff?” I asked.

        “Yeah, acid,” replied David.

        “S**t,” I groaned. “This thing better hurry and fill up then.”

        “It's up there!” exclaimed Lori a couple seconds later.

        “I don't see anything,” replied David.

        “Well it was there!”

        C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. . . I repeated in my head. My heart was racing. I wanted to get out of there. It wouldn't be good if the acid hit one of the pumps.

        “I still don't see it,” said David.

        “It's there, trust me,” replied Lori. “I know I wasn't seeing things.”

        And then the tank was filled.

        “Okay, it's done!” I shouted, even if the other three were only a couple feet away from me. “Let's get the hell out of here!”

        I dropped the nozzle and got into the passenger seat while the other three filled up the back.

        “Go, go, go!” exclaimed David.

        “Okay, okay,” said Michael. “Hold your horses.”

        The teen turned on the car and put it into drive, going over to the exit of the gas station. From the side view mirror on the passenger's side I could see the hillbilly-like infected on the roof of the building. It spit a bright green substance towards the car, but its range was way off. The wad of gunk hit somewhere near the pump we had just used, and the acid was quickly spreading.

        “Hurry up!” I shouted.

        This startled Michael, but it got him to turn onto the road faster before speeding down the road. It was a few seconds later when a large explosion occurred behind us, the United Dairy Farmers collapsing and erupting in flames. I sighed in relief, glad that we were given the chance to maybe live another day.

 

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[Eidolon Michael]

Yay ^_^ I'm useful. I liked this chapter, though I am curious as to why Jake seems to be talking differently than normal lol other than that, I liked this chapter and how the story is starting to show each character's seperate personalities. It's a very nice story ^_^