Chapter 6 : BEGINNING OF THE APOCALYPSE AND GETTING NEW POWERS III.
Ethan drove to the nearest building, it was a large hall. Immediately they arrived he instructed everyone to go in before he closed the van. Inside of the hall was empty but neat so they all sat on the floor. Ethan goes into the van and gets some fruits, just a single apple each and water. Ethan shared the apple to everyone once it was James turn he smacked the apple away from Ethan's hand. “What are we supposed to do with a single apple? We are the rich guys here so you should treat me and my sister special. We should get the lion's share!” James spat. “Before three days all the fruits and vegetables in the city will be infected by the zombie virus, that means we have to survive with the food in the van for God knows how long! It's either you eat or starve. Understood!” Ethan lectured. “Who do you think you are? You're not the boss here.” James said, pushing Ethan a little. Ethan clenched his fist, Fiona saw it and immediately calmed him down. “Please Ethan, ignore him, he doesn't mean what he's saying he's just shocked from the experience.” “No I'm not, I mean exactly what I said!” James pushed Fiona aside and she fell on the floor. “What are you going to do about that?” James asked. Immediately Ethan punched him on the nose, James fell on the floor bleeding from his nostrils. Mayka then saw a zombie bite mark on James' left arm. “Big brother, look I think he's been beaten by a zombie!” Mayka was alarmed. “What!?” They all exclaimed. “That explains why he's being aggressive, the virus will spread in 30 minutes.” Ethan said. James inspected his arm. He could feel his arm acting on its own, like it's separated from his body. “Oh no James. What do we do Ethan, we have to save him.” Fiona pleaded. If it was just Ethan he would've left him behind because of James rude behavior, but now he has to save him. There's only one way to save him. Ethan brought out a sharp pocket knife. “What are you going to do with the knife?” Fiona asked in curiosity. “Just close your eyes.” Ethan said he grabbed James and pinned him on the ground with his legs, he stretched out the infected arm and cut it off with the sharp dagger. James screamed in pain as he watched his arm moving on its own. Ethan took out a scarf and tied the wound to prevent blood wastage. “He'll be fine for now, until we get to the hospital.” Ethan said. “So where are we going after here?” Urla asked. “I just said the hospital.” Ethan responded. He remembered in his past life, two days after the apocalypse people started having abilities including himself, and the abilities came with a great fever, those who couldn't withstand it were turned into zombies, so he needed to get to the hospital before then, to arrange some anti fever medicine. “But why are we going to the hospital?” Fiona asked with caution. “Two days from now the city will be flooded with heavy fever. So we need to get those medicines ready.” Ethan said, they all looked at each other. “Are you a foresee? How do you know all this? And how are we supposed to believe you?” James argued. Everyone in the hall already knew what happened the last time they doubted Ethan, Urla even lost her job as a cause of her stubbornness, so they all ignored James and agreed with Ethan's plans. They all left the hall and entered the van. The closest hospital from where they were would be the city hospital, so that was where Ethan was heading to. “Fiona, about the hideout I told you about, did you arrange it?” Ethan asked, staring at her from the driver's mirror. “Yeah I did, but the bunker is in the next city.” Fiona replied. “The next city? I told you to provide a hideout, why did you take it so far?” Ethan asked. “Well you didn't tell me where you wanted it to be exactly, and dad wouldn't provide me with support. I got it with my own money.” “Whatever, so after we get the medicines, we'll be heading there. We still have enough food to carry us for some months, that's if we don't get killed.” Ethan sighed. Ethan arrived at the city hospital. But then he stayed in his car, which made Fiona ask, “we've arrived, aren't we going in?” “We are, but I just remembered I know nothing about medicine, I clearly don't know what kind of medication to take.” Ethan said, shaking his head in disappointment. “Medicines? Don't worry Ethan, I'm in fact a nurse in the city hospital, have you forgotten?” Urla reminded me. “Oh damn, that's true. In that case let's go in.” Ethan instructed, but then James halted them. “Hold on, no way this maniac is going to make us go out there with a bunch of zombies swarming everywhere. That's suicide.” James complained. “What's your problem? Why do you always bring up things? The area is clear for now.” Ethan said in anger. “That's because I'm telling the truth, the zombies may be hiding somewhere waiting for us to come out.” “Your theory is stupid, zombies don't think so they can't hide, the only thing that can bring them out is noise. Don't shit your mouth and follow me.” Ethan gestured. “We're not going anywhere!” James challenged. “I don't know Ethan, James might be right this time. It seems dangerous and I'm scared to die or get beaten.” Fiona supported. “Fine, I'll go on my own!” Ethan growled. “I'll go with you too, remember you need me for the medicine.” Urla joined. Ethan nodded. They both got out of the car and slowly walked into the building without calling the attention of the zombies. Ethan closed the door behind gently. “So where's the medicine?” He asked. “It should be on the second floor.” Urla replied. The city hospital was a very large building with up to 15 floors. They ran quickly up the stairs, but unfortunately the doors were locked. Urla tried to open it but couldn't. “Shit!” We're cursed. “What's the matter?” Ethan asked. “The door, it's closed.” “That won't be a problem.” Ethan said he was lucky to come with a Barton, he hit the locks and once it broke he booted the door open. “Quickly, let's get what we need and leave.” Urla went on the shelf. She selected the important medicine that would be able to subdue the fever, she packed them in a bag. “Are you done?” Ethan asked. “Yes, let's go.” After which they exited the building, but James was already outside of the van waiting for them, a pistol in his hand.Chapter 7: BEGINNING OF THE APOCALYPSE AND GETTING NEW POWERS IV.“What are you doing?” Ethan asked curious about the weapon he was holding. Suddenly James pointed the gun at Ethan. “how do you come out alive, I'm sure there were zombies in that building, how am I sure you haven't got beaten!?” He said aggressively. “There was no zombie in there, we are perfectly fine. Can't you see?” Urla replied. “Well I don't believe you!” “Put that gun down James, you're out of your mind, you'll hurt someone.” Ethan warned. “For the last time, you're not the one to tell me what to do, you trash! And I'm going to kill you both for the safety of everyone!” James declared gritting his teeth. “What's wrong with you James!” Fiona rushed out to stop her menacing brother. Even Mayka came out with her crutches to stop him. “Stay out of this Fiona, I'm doing this to protect us both.” “No you're not, if you kill Ethan there's no way we can possibly survive this apocalypse. He's the only experienced
Chapter 8: BEGINNING OF THE APOCALYPSE AND GETTING NEW POWERS V.Ethan stopped mid journey and shared some already made noodles for everyone to eat before continuing their journey. The day was slowly coming to an end as evening descended. Ethan increased the speed of the car, they needed to get out of the forest and stopped at a safer place to spend the night. Meanwhile… Wayne and James found themselves surrounded by a swarm of undead, their moans and snarls filling the air. Wayne floored it, the vehicle plowing through the horde with a gruesome crunch. "Hahaha, you're no match for me!" he exclaimed, his laughter echoing through the desolate landscape. So far, they had only encountered weaker, slower zombies, which had fueled their false sense of security. "I'm so glad we chose this path," James said, his voice dripping with smugness. "It's been a smooth ride, and I'm sure the other group is dead by now." He snickered, glancing at Wayne. "I mean, there's no way they could sur
Ethan, his senses screaming at him, realized the folly of his victory. The horde, drawn by the fight, was closing in. He couldn't stay and face them, not with the others trapped inside the bus. He sprinted back towards the vehicle, his heart pounding in his chest. "Get down!" he yelled, flinging the door open. Fiona and myka, faces pale with terror, huddled in the back, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. They had witnessed the brutal fight, the raw ferocity with which Ethan had taken down the smart zombie. Urla with a nervous tremor in her voice, stammered, "H-how did you... how did you do that?" Ethan, ignoring their stunned silence, scrambled into the driver's seat, his fingers fumbling with the ignition. The engine roared to life, a defiant roar against the encroaching darkness. "Get down!" he shouted again, his voice hoarse. "We need to get out of here, now!" Fiona face etched with fear, mumbled, "What about the others? What about the ones who didn't make it
The bus shuddered to a halt, the engine sighing in relief after its long, arduous journey through the dense, silent woods. Ethan, his face etched with fatigue but his eyes sharp with focus, turned to others."We're safe for now," he announced, his voice low and gravelly. "But we're not out of the woods yet, literally." He gestured towards the dense foliage that surrounded them. "We need to find the right path, the one that leads to Fiona's safe house. It's the only way we're going to make it."Mayka, her face pale and drawn, clutched her walking stick, her eyes reflecting the fear that hung heavy in the air. Fiona, her face a mask of sorrow, stared out the window, her thoughts consumed by the fate of her brother, James."Ethan," she whispered, her voice trembling, "Do you think James…?"Ethan's gaze hardened. "We can't dwell on what might have happened," he said, his voice firm. "We need to focus on what we can control. We need to get to Fiona's safe house. It's the only way we're goi
Ethan, his face grim, kept his eyes fixed on the road, navigating a treacherous path through the heart of the apocalypse. Cars, twisted and mangled, lay scattered like discarded toys, their occupants long gone, devoured by the insatiable hunger of the undead. Fiona, Rachel, and Mayka huddled together in the back, their faces pale with fear. The world outside was a horrifying spectacle of chaos and decay, a stark reminder of the fragile nature of their existence. "We won't make it to the bunker before dawn," Fiona said, her voice barely a whisper. "We need to find somewhere safe to rest." Ethan nodded, his gaze never leaving the road. "I know," he said, his voice tight. "But we have to keep moving. The longer we stay in one place, the more likely we are to be found." The bus lurched to a halt, its engine sputtering to a stop. Ethan turned to the others. "Stay here," he instructed. "Lock the doors. I'll scout ahead." He opened the door and stepped out into the oppressive silen
He turned and made his way back to the bus, his mind racing with thoughts of the future. He knew that this was only the beginning. The world was a dangerous place, and he would need all his strength and cunning to survive. But he was determined to make it through, to find a way to rebuild a life, a world, from the ashes of the old. He reached the bus and climbed inside, his eyes meeting Fiona's worried gaze. "It's clear," he said, his voice hoarse. "We can stay here for a while." He closed the door behind him, the world outside fading into darkness. He was safe, for now. But the fight was far from over. The apocalypse had only just begun. The car hummed with a tense silence as Ethan slid back into the seat, his eyes still reflecting the shock of the recent events. Fiona, her face pale and etched with disbelief, turned to him. "Ethan," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "you need to tell me more. How did you know? How could you have dreamt about this?" Ethan sighed, his
Wyne, his former boss, had been the one who had refused to listen, who had refused to follow Ethan's warnings. He had paid the ultimate price, left to die along with the rest of the unprepared. But Rachel had followed Ethan, trying to get closer to him, trying to worm her way back into his good graces. But Ethan wasn't fooled. He knew her game, and he was determined not to let her manipulate him again. He had learned his lesson. He would never forgive her for her betrayal, for the pain she had caused him. He would never trust her again. He turned back to Fiona, his eyes filled with a strange mix of determination and despair. "We wait," he said, his voice barely audible. "We wait for the fever to start." The silence returned, heavy and suffocating. Outside, the sun was setting, casting long, ominous shadows across the landscape. The air was still and quiet, but beneath the surface, a current of fear and anticipation ran through the car. They were all trapped in a nightmare, a n
The first sliver of dawn, a pale, sickly yellow, seeped through the tattered cloth James had haphazardly draped over the truck window. He jolted awake, a cold sweat clinging to his skin. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the eerie silence of the abandoned city. He was trapped, a lone survivor in a world consumed by the undead.He scrambled to sit up, his mind racing, replaying the events of the previous night. He had been forced to flee his car, a desperate gamble to escape the relentless horde that had swarmed his vehicle. He had found refuge in this dilapidated truck, hoping it would offer him a temporary sanctuary.He scanned the truck's interior, his eyes darting across the cracked dashboard, the torn upholstery, the rusted metal. He was alone. But was he truly alone?He reached out a trembling hand, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of the truck door. He hesitated, fear gnawing at his insides. He had to check. He had to make sure.He slowl