Jack opened his eyes and realized he was back In the hotel he was staying in, he turned in pain and looked at the clock. It was broken. He reached for the remote to turn the T.V but the television didn't turn on. He looked at the window and slowly stood up. Jack collapsed from the pain he was in. But he managed to stand up and look out the window. He saw nothing but crashed cars dead bodies and burnt down buildings.
“Well look who finally decided to wake his ass up” Jack turned around quickly and saw a big white man about 6’4, with very thick arms and short black hair. He was wearing a tight black T-Shirt and had baggy jeans and black boots on. The man was holding a medieval flail that looked like he would have gotten it from a renaissance fair and had a big and held pistol tucked into his belt. And next to the big man was a young skinny Caucasian boy about the age of 13 who had a shaved head and wore a baseball cap. He was wearing shorts, and sneakers and a baseball jersey. The boy was holding a black wooden baseball bat that had some dried up blood stains on it.
“Who are you?” asked Jack, “The names Bruce” said the man. “And this is my son Brian, and we just saved your ass.” Jack was speechless and confused. He stared at the two of them until he worked up the courage to ask “what are you talking about?” Bruce walked towards Jack and sat on the bed next to him. “You were hit by a car, you've been unconscious for about 10 days give or take.” Jack was shocked that he was unconscious for so long. Bruce continued to talk. “I saw you get hit by the car, you were almost killed, not by the car, but by the thing that was trying to bite you.” After hearing that Jack got an even greater look of shock on his face. “Bite me?” Bruce continued to speak.
“Nobody knows what happened but something started some sort of virus where people get sick and turn basically into cannibals. It's crazy but the entire city of Boston was quarantined off from the rest of the world. But it didn't matter, within the week the infection spread through Massachusetts and then the whole U.S and possibly the world. The population dropped greatly and there's really nothing anyone can do to reverse or stop it right now.” Jack sat down on the bed. “So you're telling me there are zombies everywhere?” Bruce stared at Jack and then began speaking again. “Basically yes. But to me zombies are fictional monsters that come from the ground after death. These aren't exactly that, so I don't call them zombies.” Jack liked at Bruce with confusion. “Then what do you call them?” Bruce looked at his son then back at Jack, “Rotters”. Jack stood up and began to walk. “Well we have to get out of here now!” Jack began to rush for the door but collapsed. Bruce rushed over to Jack and picked him up. “You are in no condition do go anywhere. don't worry we will be safe here for another couple days. I want you to get a little more rest and then we will head out of this god forsaken city.” Jack slowly went back to the bed and lied down. Jack closed his eyes hoping that it wouldn't be the last time he did so, and he fell asleep.
Jack woke up and turned to the window, he stood up and walk to the window to see half of what used to be the city of Boston that he loved so much burned and trashed. “Well good morning sunshine” Jack turned quickly around to see Bruce and Brian standing at the door. “How long was I out for?” Jack asked Bruce, “About two days.” Jack looked back at the window. “The city was destroyed in two days?” Bruce walked over to Jack, “yes, the military came into the city bombed so shit killed a ton of people, but they were overrun and killed” Jack looked at Bruce, “so there's nothing left?” Bruce looked back at Jack, “not that we’ve seen” Jack walked back to the bed and sat down. “So what now?” Bruce walked up to Jack, “we have to leave the city, it’s huge. If there are more Rotters here then they will be in numbers we can't handle” Jack stood up, “what about other survivors?” Bruce started to walk to the door. “If we find anyone we will take them with us, now come on. We should hurry before it gets dark.” Jack got his clothes and followed Bruce and Brian out of the room and down the hall.
Suddenly they heard banging coming from a broom closet. They went up to the door that was blocked by dead bodies. Bruce moved the bodies and then grabbed his sons baseball bat. He swung the door open ready to swing but stopped. “I'm alive!” Yelled the kid who jumped back. “David?!” Jack pushed thru to see the sixteen year old delivery boy who delivered food to him a few nights back. “You know this kid?” Bruce asked Jack. “Yes, he delivered me my Mexican food the other night.” Jack turned back to David, “what are you doing here David” David walked out of the closet and explained to Jack what he was doing. “Well when I left your place I was coming down the hall and the people who worked here told me that for my saftey they couldn't let me leave. So they offered me a room on the house for a couple of nights, so I took it. The next day was fine I stayed in my room had a me day then slept again. The next day I was about to leave, but there were dead people all in the lobby. I was almost bitten but I ran and locked myself in the broom closet. Next thing I knew I couldn't budge the door. then you showed up. And here we are.” Bruce and Jack looked at eachother then back to David. “Well we are leaving the city if you wanna come with us then you can” David looked at Jack “of course I will come I won't survive alone in this world.” The four of them continued down the hall and out of the hotel.
Jack, Bruce, David, and Brian crossed the city of Boston passing dead bodies, flipped cars, and burned buildings. They took supplies and weapons off of some dead bodies of the National Guard. They all continued to walk when a Rotter popped up from the inside of a car startling all four of them. Jack aimed his gun at the Rotter but was stopped by Bruce. “Don't waste your ammo on one. I'll take this one” Bruce opened the door and the Rotter fell out. Bruce swung his Flail and impaled the head of the Rotter. They all stood there for a minute when they heard a voice. “Holy shit” the four of them turned around and saw a man about 5’8 with a grey stubble, white hair and a cop uniform on. And behind him was a small girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, about the age of nine holding a teddy bear with a frightened look on her face. She wore a pink dress and white shoes. “Who the hell are you?” Bruce said to the man. “The names Clark. I was a part of the Boston police department, and this is my daughter Sarah.” Jack walked up to Clark, “well it's nice to meet you. I'm Jack, The big man with the flail is Bruce, that's David, and little man over there is Bruce's son Brian.” Clark looked at all of them and then back to Jack. “Well it's nice to meet all of you, what are you all doing out in the streets? It isn't safe.” Bruce walked up next to Jack “we are leaving the city, would you like to come with us?” Clark looked at Bruce, “I wanna get my daughter out of this hell of a city, so yes I will come with you.” Bruce smirked, “ very well, let's go, we have a long ass walk ahead of us.” Bruce started to walk away and then Clark started to talk. “ why not take a train out of the city?” Bruce turned and looked at Clark and Jack. “That isn't a bad idea plus it's safer” said Jack. “Okay, that is safer” Jack looked at Clark and Sarah, “then it's settled, we are going to south station.” The six of them left the area and headed to south station.
A few hours of walking passed when they eventually made it do south station. They looked at the giant sign that told how long it was until a train arrived to the station. There was only one train that was arriving the rest were outbound somewhere else. Jack saw the sign and told everyone what the plan was. “Okay guys, there is one train left on its way. We have 2 minutes to get to track 12 let's go.” Suddenly David turned around to see the entrance where they entered was full of Rotters walking straight towards them. “Ummmm guys!” Everyone turned and saw the Rotters. “Ohh shit, Run!” The six of them ran to track 12 with a bunch of Rotters following them. The six of them made it to track 12 but there was no train. Suddenly a Rotter came from the side falling on top of Brian. The Rotter and Brian both fell onto the track. “Brian!” Bruce ran to get his son, Clark turned to his daughter, “stay behind me sweetheart” Jack, David, and Clark aimed their guns and started shooting at the Rotters. Bruce reached for his son but couldn't reach. “Brian look out!” Brian moved back as the Rotter on the track slowly walked towards him. Brian ran around and jumped to his dad. Bruce grabbed Brian's hand but couldn't pull him up because the Rotter was pulling Brian down trying to bite his ankle. Jack turned and saw the train speeding for them. “Get out of the way!” The four of them backed away to the side of the track, and Jack ran to Bruce to help pull Brian up. The train was getting closer and closer, the Rotter pulled Brian down more, and eventually bit into his ankle. Brian screamed out in pain. “Brian!” Bruce yelled. Jack let go of Brian. “Bruce move!” Jack pulled Bruce back and the trained zoomed by hitting Brian and the Rotter, the train smashed into the platform killing more Rotters.
Bruce and Jack got up in silence. Bruce looked at his sons baseball bat that was on the platform next to him and picked it up. David, Clark, and Sarah walked over to Jack and Bruce. “What now?” Asked David. Jack turned to Bruce, and Bruce walked away with the bat on his shoulder. “Let's go” Bruce said in a very pissed off and monotone voice. “We have a long walk.” They all followed Bruce to the highway. And they walked thru the destroyed highway of broken down and destroyed cars leading away from Boston.
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