CHAPTER 5
Roosevelt sat in front of the fire the group had built, absently minded she ate her dinner while thinking of that face filled with reluctance to part as he turned and ran. 'The longest period it takes an infected to turn is seven days, lets see how long he can fight against the virus before he finally turns' she thought."Hey Roosevelt" comfort called dragging her out of her thoughts. "Yup ?" she replied."Did you actually share that dream with us ?""Hmmm . . . I guess so" she replied. " . . . except it's a bit different now given that nobody was bitten then" She said casting a glance at the RV."How did you know we were going to be at the warehouse ?"Basit asked.Hearing the question, a sigh escape Roosevelt's mouth as she questioned her self. 'Was there a reason why she actually ran in the direction of the warehouse ?, was it fate performing its trick ?, were the heavens directing her to that warehouse ? or was she just overthinking ?' she thought before replying. "I didn't, I was just looking for a place to hide from the zombies chasing me because I was short on ammo"."Well I . . ." Rose began to speak but was interrupted by the groans of zombies rushing towards them. "Looks like we got company" she said as she readied her weapon as did the others before rushing to meet the zombies.As they charged to meet the zombies, Roosevelt couldn't help but think 'Seems they finally caught up, but now what is there to fear. After all I've got reinforcement'.******Anthonia stood alongside Maxwell at the back of a truck weapons ready, their raid was successful and there was no casualty but it wasn't too much to be vigilant in case of unexpected variables. Staying on the look out, she thought of her life before the apocalypse. She had been an ordinary college girl with a part - time job having nothing to do with fighting or the sort, but the apocalypse had changed all that. Now she was nicknamed 'THE WAR LADY' by the survivors in the sanctuary,apart from her best friend Maxwell, she had no match in combat.Her thoughts were cut short when the truck finally came to a stop in the sanctuary. Watching the gate close, she sighed at the fact that everyone had to hide behind walls and gates to prevent sudden attacks from zombies. She got down and and began to walk to the administrative building when someone screamed, "He has turned, RUN!!!".Anthonia was stunned, she stood rooted to the spot as she tried to comprehend what she just heard. 'How could there be an infected person in the sanctuary ?' she thought as she retraced her steps to the trucks. There a young male raider laid on the ground gasping for breath with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and purple coloured veins covering his neck. Finally, the male laid still as if dead, but Anthonia knew it was just a prerequisite for him to fully turn. Suddenly the turned male sprang to his feet and pounced on a frightened bystander."Kill it !" Someone shouted.Recovering from her shock, Anthonia retrieved her axe and began to run towards the zombie but it suddenly rose and pounced on another person with astounding speed and bit heragain while the other bitten guy also stood up and began to hunt.'The first one is a swift' she thought as she changed her target to the newly turned zombie that was closer to her and was feasting on another person. With a swing of her axe, an headless zombie was left standing before her, but it was not enough. Members of the sanctuary were running helter-skelter as 'hell broke loose' in the sanctuary and it was harder to kill zombies quickly while trying to avoid cleaving a friend that was running pat at the same time. Guns were also effective but the sanctuary forbade them because the noise they produced attracted more than they killed at once.***Maxwell could not help but curse as he watched the sanctuary into which he had invested a lot of effort and resourcesfall within a matter of minutes, the more zombies he killed, the more they seemed to multiply. At this moment, he suddenly noticed an anomaly, zombies were falling over the fence into the sanctuary, increasing the number of zombies they ad to wipe out. 'Now that explains the rapid increase in numbers of zombies' he thought as he ran to the watch tower screen only to feel his scalp tingling from numbness. THE SANCTUARY WAS COMPLETELY SURROUNDED BY ZOMBIES!!!."Sound the alarms and grab your weapons . . . " he said, "it's time to get serious with those fuckers".**********Covered in sweat and blood, Kardi J sat on a log beside a river in deep thought, from time to time she turned her attention to her friends playing in the river like the times before the apocalypse happened. Days had passed since they met Roosevelt and Marvellous was infected, a lot had happened within those few days and they had finally accepted Roosevelt as a part of thee group."Hey what's wrong . . . ?" Ebbie asked sitting beside her on the log, "Why aren't you washing ?"."Nothing, I'm going to join them soon" she replied. Stealing a glance at Ebbie, she couldn't help but feel a bit of envy and jealousy. Big and strong, Ebbie was the perfect 'I don't need your protection' type of lady, but she was just . . . Her, nothing special. 'Well at least Mercy is not as big as she is but is still a tomboy and a very strong person, I might as well just make do with my size' she thought in consolation as she began to take off her excess clothing, choosing a part of the river to bath.'It'd been six days since that day at the warehouse and tomorrow would determine the manner in which their friend as well as team leader would die' she sighed as she picked her clothes and began to dress.An hour later everyone was dry and fully dressed, sitting in the RV they prepared breakfast and began to eat."I guess we need to get some more supplies guys" Josh said. "Yeah I think so too" Emmanuel nodded.Soon everyone was giving opinions . . ."Hmmm . . . But where do we get supplies from now ?"."Where is the nearest town ?"."We need weapons too"."There is a town not too far from here perhaps fifty miles up north"."I think there is a there museum too"."Great we'll also visit the museum"."Ok guys that's enough ! . . . " Kiki interrupted their endless opinions, "Right now let's just eat and be on our way"."But going to other towns mean we have to use main roads" Rose noted worriedly.Hearing Rose words, the excitement everyone had been displaying died down completely, some of them had thought of that while others felt the dangers subconsciously but hearing someone voicing out their worries was just what they needed to face reality.Seeing the morale of the group down, Rose continued speaking. "Well we'll just take the risk, we're in the zombie apocalypse after all and not in the luxurious world. Besides the supplies in this region have been sapped dry and we will have to head out eventually" she said."Rose is right"."Yeah I'm in"."That's right".They all agreed as they finished up their foods and began to prepare for the long journey ahead. 'I just know this is what you would have said if you were here Marvellous' Rose thought as she rose from her chair.CHAPTER 6 Maxwell stood outside his tent watching the sun rise, since the apocalypse everything had changed. The sun no longer looked yellow but a blood red as if dyed by the blood of those that had died during the past few years, and it was hotter than before the apocalypse. It had been a week since his sanctuary - the only place he had called home since the apocalypse era - had fallen into chaos, he and the remaining survivors were heading north for the closest town. As he thought of things that had happened in the past few days, he could only shake his head and let out a deep sigh. Returning to his tent, he picked a remote and pressed the button on it to wake the other survivors while he settled down for breakfast. Looking at the quantity of food he was preparing for the remaining members of his sanctuary, he almost broke into tears because it reminded him of the tragic incident on that day. The amount of food he was cooking would not have been enough to satisfy even one - tenth
CHAPTER 7 The emergence of another fellow from the vehicle was not in Maxwell’s expectations. Thinking back to the fact that the fellow was also a teenager but was even more arrogant than the others, answering his questions directly, he almost puked in anger. Turning to face the other ones however, he noticed that they were looking at the newly arrived fellow in surprise and confusion. “Marvellous are you okay?”. “How come you are fine?”. “Weren’t you supposed to have turned?”. “The bite has actually healed? . . .”. “That’s impossible! . . . How come?”. Seemly forgetting him and his raiders, the teenagers suddenly lost themselves in an entirely different discussion. Trading confused and awkward glances with his deputy, he cleared his throat and shouted to the teenagers. “Hey!, we’re not done yet”. Totally ignoring him, they continued chatting as if they weren’t currently blocked by a group of people or as if they hadn’t been talking to someone. Despite their seemly careles
CHAPTER 8 In the RV, the conversation continued. “God! . . . You needed to see yourself running towards that swift, you were running with inhumane speed”, Joy said. “I almost swore or I even heard you growling".“Look at the colour of your eyes, they have changed!” One after the other, Marvellous friends voiced out their thoughts and also commented on whatever changes they noticed on him. “ . . . ” Marvellous. Completely ignored, Marvellous sat on a chair while listening to them talking as if he was non existent. Taking a quick glance all over the area with his eyes for something to keep him busy but finding none, he rose from the chair and walked to the drivers compartment. ******* Maxwell was in deep thoughts in his makeshift office , thinking about the group of teens he just encountered. He could only feel confusion and even more confusion the more he thought of them. Unable to come to a final conclusion, he let out a sigh and went out of his office. Standing with his eyes
CHAPTER 9 “WESTCLIFF CITY MUSEUM”. Finally they had arrived, but not to meet the sights they had fascinated about. *GROANS* Peng peng peng . . .. They were actually battling with zombies instead of resting. ‘Damn your grandpa, who the hell mentioned relaxation in the museum? ‘Damned zombie won’t you just die already?’. ‘I swear to God, I would roast ya all if ya bodies didn’t carry the virus as a compensation for this stress I’m going through’. A certain fellow with a somewhat misty pupil suddenly appeared before a swift and shattered its skull with his axe. Naturally this was Marvellous, his speed was just to fast that even the swifts seemed to crawl when compared to him. Best still, they also ignored him. He had the freedom to move unattacked between them while slaughtering them which gave him an edge in addition to to his inexhaustible energy. “Ebbie watch out for the swift on your left!”. “Damn freaking zombies . . . DIE!!!”. “Shit! . . . You stained my shirt you mum
CHAPTER 10"What in God's name . . .?".Taking in the view of what they were seeing within the restricted zone, Marvellous and his group could not stop there eyes from twitching. Within the faintly lit room, a bunch of weapons that emitted a faint glow floated atop a pedestal. Low humming sounds diffused through out the room as though the weapons were alive and had spirits of their own."Treasures of the ancient temple ruins". Ebbie read the words translated on a piece of paper, and stuck to the body of the pedestal just beside a bunch of meaningless strokes and symbols. Which were no doubt the original."Look at that sword,. . . Beautiful!". Larry exclaimed and stepped forward to pick it.But no matter how much he tugged, it wouldn't bulge. Upon coming in contact with the sword, he realised that there seemed to be a form of dominance and imposition radiating from it. The sword seemed unfathomable and unmovable as a mountain that could brave through winds and storm."What's wrong?"."
CHAPTER 11 Back by a few minutes . . .. In the mist of the rumble that remained of the museum, Marvellous saw a group of people standing not too far and watching them. With his enhanced vision, he could clearly see that they were the same people that almost had an all out conflict with his friends. Rising to his feet, he let out a grunt before calling out to them. “We meet again!”. His statements caught the attentions of his friends and although they were unable to clearly see the faces of the figures in the distance, they started walking towards them. Roosevelt was puzzled. ‘How far can he actually see?, his senses are perhaps a hundred times stronger than that of a normal human. Is this really as a result of his mutation?. . ., what has he mutated into actually?.’ she thought. Since the event of the light enveloping her, she could feel her senses alert than they had ever been. What ever happened to them when they bonded with their new weapons, she knew it changed them in
CHAPTER 12 A year later . . .. Standing alone at the middle of a training room with sweat tickling down his half naked body, Larry tightened his grip on his halberd as he prepared for another round of harsh training. Over the course of a year, he had gotten accustomed to his weapon and could now manipulate its powers fairly well. Not only him, his friends had also been training with their weapons and had discovered the individual powers they had been gifted. As for the sanctuary, it had grown fairly well as more survivors joined them, and even gotten a name - THE SANCTUARY OF MYSTERY - in relation to a rumour that had some how found its way around the sanctuary. The rumour was about a group of mysterious people that lived in the sanctuary, as protectors and governors. The name however was just hearsay until a few months ago when the sanctuary was under attack from a neighbouring sanctuary that wanted to devour them for their resources and members. The group - as the story went
Roosevelt walked into the school premises gloomy as always, today was a beginning of a new session and though she would have loved to stay at home and watch tv, her mom would not hear of that. Being a low profile high school student, it was practically hard to maintain a smiling face because of constant bullying activities. Roosevelt was not poor, in fact she was from a rich home – ‘a stinkingly rich home’ but she just hated the idea of associating with the rich spoilt kids and even the poor ones too. The bell rang to signal the beginning of class, the teacher came in and the class started off boring as usual. ‘Well it is time to zone out again’ she thought as she relaxed in her seat and let the fresh air breeze her into her world of fantasy. Not only was Roosevelt a social weirdo, she was also classified as a shy provocative idiot so everybody practically underestimated her, even her teachers. “Miss Roosevelt can you solve the problem on the board?” The teacher asked. As she walke