It took us about 20 minutes of driving before mike stopped in an empty parking lot filled with partly scavenged and broken down cars. He explained that he already began fixing up his car after the zombies busted it up this morning, trying to peel the skin from his bones. I guess that's a good enough excuse for leaving me behind, but I can't say I'm not still salty about it. "Let me check out those cuts." I told him.
His leg where it was lacerated had taken on a slightly greenish yellow color and it was beginning to spread. Nothing too alarming it could just be infected. Not the undead taking over and eating your family infected, but hopefully just a normal infection. Regardless it needed to be treated fast, I bandaged the red messy scratch along his arm with a bit of cloth ripped from my shirt. I then used the rest of the strip to bandage up his leg.
The bleeding was contained but it needed to be properly cleaned. So I told Mike I would search for something in a nearby building. He waved a wrench at me in response from underneath a hood. I took that as the go ahead and set off towards the largest building, which appeared to be a school. As I got about 15 feet away I heard mike shout "hold on! You'll need something to protect yourself." And he withdrew and handed me a golf club, and a hammer from the back seat just in case." Not exactly the chosen weapons of a soldier, but better than my fleshy meat mittens. So I took it gladly.
With the golf club held high in the air, slowly I peeled back the first door of the building. I could see inside were two branching hallways and a staircase. The left hallway ran along side smashed windows showing bits of skin and blood still hanging on. I decided I'd take the other path to the right...
Three doors flanked my sides and as meticulously as the first door I opened them ready to swing my golf club at anything that moved.. the first door revealed a bathroom! Fantastic! I searched cautiously and quickly and what do you know. A perfectly good, stocked med kit sat just below the sink attached to a metal case. I ripped it from it's housing and sprinted back outside, careless and clueless to what creatures were hiding in the shadows..
Mike, now under the hood of an orange hatchback, rolled out at the sounds of my sprinting. Half afraid he was about to be eaten, a wave of relief manifested across his face as he noticed the bright green case in my hand. Skillfully and carefully I poured isopropyl alcohol over his wounds flushing them out. Then I cleaned the debris with some ripped pieces of cloth. Once satisfied with the results I packed it with gauze and wrapped it with proper bandages. "We need to find you some food, water, and a place to rest if you wanna keep in good shape."
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He smiled and responded "well I got a surprise for you too.." as he tossed me a black plastic key from his hand. "I think I got a doctor wagon ready for you " and he slapped his hand against the front bumper like it was a grand stallion. I smiled a thankful but nervous smile, I've never really driven before and when I have it was for short stress free periods. I don't know how I'll drive in the midst of a corpse tsunami..
Yet I smiled and snatched the key up and hopped in the front seat. With an anxious turn of the ignition a deep and satisfying rumble erupted from the car, and it began a most splendid purr as it turned over and started. "Oh this'll do just fine." I said hiding my nervous canter. We proceeded to fist bump and I headed back towards the school to find any last minute supplies.
The 2 other doors I had yet to explore led me into another bathroom in which I found some more basic medical supplies, and the other door, led me into a locker room. I secured a backpack on my back and transfered most of my food to it. I then followed the hallway down to some double doors. The inside of which was a kitchen, and a rather large one at that! I raided every cabinet drawer and fridge for anything I could eat and shoved it into my bag. However my time was running out, as I looked up over the counter I could see between a crack in the security door. The other room was the cafeteria and it was full of shuffling corpses..
That unmistakable feeling of anxious butterflies that only true terror can bring filled my stomach again. I dropped low to the ground, and crawled my way back down the hallway. It seemed to continue endlessly as the thought of 8 rows of teeth possibly following behind me. Constantly I looked over my shoulder expecting an early demise, you yet each time nothing was there. . "Seriously, how could anyone succumb to these monsters? They're slow, stupid, damn near deaf and blind at times.. what happened last night?" A question that would haunt me all day . . That is... Until night fall..
Finally I made it back to the parking lot to see mike packing away the last of his tools in the trunk and retrieving a gas can. "Here." He said. "Fill her up." With a devilish smile
With both cars ready to go, and gas in their tanks. We took of towards the trees again. Mike was effortlessly driving at least 60 miles an hour weaving through trees and bushes like it was a game. Although Mike's always been the one to drive, even when we were kids..
My mind drifted off to times as teenagers when mike would take his mom's car and we'd venture off into the night searching for adventure. Now my mind snaps back to reality as I drive a slow 30 MPH trying to chase mike as we attempt to escape this shit ass "adventure" that is now our reality.. We stopped in a clearing along the edge of a small forest on the outskirts of town. "This is where I went to hide when I woke up." He said as we exited our cars parked on the border of a large lake.
We should be safe here... I hope..