Chapter Eleven: The box

Pant... Pant... Pant... Pant

Several men race along the empty streets of an abandoned and broken city. They were cloth in rags and a few decent clothes.

As they ran, some of them had bags and sacks containing food and other daily necessities with them.

Behind them trails several zombies that chased after the sounds they made while running.

"Damn, if you two had followed orders well enough, we won't be in this mess right now," a young male dressed in a blue jacket and black trousers, complained to the two youngsters following him as they all ran for their lives.

"It wasn't our fault, who knew we would find a zombie trapped underneath the goods," one of the young males replied with a ragged voice.

"Huh, was that a reason for you to chicken out and scream?" The man shouted again. "You are not completely useless, you know. You have skills, the least you could have done was make use of..."

"Hey, calm down. Let's focus on getting out of this mess first then you can bite off their necks late
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