Day 4 5:04 AM

I stifled a yawn as I went over my surroundings. I slept like a log. I didn't know I was so dead tired because of the events yesterday. I did a bit of stretching and looked outside the window.

"Do something or die trying," I muttered to myself. Time to do this. Whether this ends up killing us or we make it out alive. No pressure, we are just going to die horrible deaths if we fail. Being torn to shreds and become one of the unclean. We ended up discussing Abigail's plan yesterday to at least have an outline of what's going to happen.

Step One: Escort Abigail at least 200 meters away from the parking lot.

Step Two: Find a temporary secure place where she can hold out and have a clear escape route.

Step Three: After 20 minutes pass. Either Bennie and I are in position or not. She will fire one round and start to back away from her position.

Step Four: Bennie and I need to secure the pickup and drive to the main road going away from the border town. Picking up Abby down the road.

Easy right? Wrong. Dead wrong. A lot will go wrong. But I'm hoping we can adapt and find a way to still follow our guidelines. One thing I learned in life is this and will always be true. Anything that can go wrong will and always go wrong. We just don't know what and when.

I radioed to Frost, I mean Ambers our laid out plan yesterday evening. I said to her that we couldn't get to her, that if she wanted a ride out she needed to be in D Block before noon or we would drive out without her. We are not risking the swarm that is gonna follow Abigail to overwhelm us and we won't stop either. We don't want the pickup truck to be bogged down or that is death for all of us.

I gave her a chance, that's better than not giving one at all. At least I'll sleep better knowing I tried something for Ambers.

I walked up to the snack corner and brewed some coffee for me and Bennie. Oh, the things we lost after taking things for granted. I sighed. Hey, on the good side, we still have coffee even though it's cold. I went back to the library lounge and set the cup on the table. I wasn't paying attention to Bennie.

"Hey, Bennie wake up." I looked up to where he was sleeping..... Or should've been. He isn't there. I looked around. The place is tidy albeit a bit dusty. No signs of struggle, and then it hit me.

"You fuckin' dog," I exclaimed as I trudged to where Abigail was. She had her own cubicle to sleep in last night saying she feels more secure when there are covers while sleeping. So we set up a table in the reading cubicle and added some curtains and some nice pillows to make sure she was ready for today. It wasn't that wide, just about 200 square centimeters give or take.

As I stood in front of the closed cubicle. I knocked. I can surely see the other side if I just tiptoed but right now it would be rude. I heard a hushed conversation on the other side and crossed my hands.

"Good morning. Uhm. Sorry, I wasn't up early. Uhm yeah. So yeah." Abigail said while fixing her hair and buttoned up her clothes. I stepped aside and she went to the toilet. "Just don't push the flush button all the way. We need the water to make sure we have enough for taking a dump." I said passively. I can't blame them, If this was my last day on earth hell yeah I want to get laid before dying. At least that would assure Abigail that Bennie wouldn't abandon her. Bennie too would do everything to keep her safe hoping for another R and R with Abigail. Well, who wouldn't be? I guess I don't like saying this but we men are simple creatures. Men will always be men. Insert laughing out loud here.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong place last night." Bennie said while fixing his clothes too. " uhhu. Yeah. I think we both know you did go to the right place last night." I smirked. Bennie walked out of the cubicle towards the lounge. He sat down while taking the coffee I brewed. I looked outside the window while taking a sip out of my own coffee.

As Bennie was sipping his coffee, "Was she good?" I asked.

Bennie spat out a mouthful of coffee while coughing. I laughed and looked at his pitiful state. Yeah. I bet he didn't expect me to ask that. "I'm sorry. I was just tying my hair making sure it won't get snagged..." Abigail said while approaching us but relented when she saw me laughing and Bennie having coffee all over his clothes.

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"Ahh nothing, Just wait a moment let me brew you a coffee even though it's cold." I went to the snack corner with a smile on my face.

Hey, at least we got to start the day with a laugh right?

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Day 3 9:42 PM

"... that's the only option we can give you. Sorry Ambers." *Static

"You've got to be fucki.." *static I let go of the radio and breathed a sigh. After a moment of calming down. I keyed in again. "Yeah, I got it. I'll be there." I replied to this stranger Richie or whatever he calls himself. I sat down on the rooftop of an apartment in B Block. I barricaded the door to the rooftop with some benches I found here but they are still pounding the door.

Richie told me what he knew about these things. Apparently, they are zombies. I still chuckled remembering what he said. He calls them unclean because he doesn't want to get close to one. Make sense. I wasn't a movie junkie but those zombie movies I was was purely for entertainment. Some bodies don't smell outright disgusting but some have been dead for a few days now. I just sniffed a whiff but fuck! I wanna seriously puke. With guts spilling over like that! Those movies didn't do these zombies justice! He also added that getting bit is the same as a death sentence.

"God speed Ambers and good luck. For both of us, I guess. Richie out." *Static.

Yeah. I'm gonna need it. I just sat down there. Ignoring the pounding of the door and looking at the town. Dead silent. No cars. No chatter. No lights. I looked at the stars, I didn't even notice how beautiful the night was before all of this. The moon is the only source of light. A few fires here and there. It's a bit peaceful as it is fucked up.

"Why did it ever come to this," I said to myself.

After an hour, it's either the unclean lost interest in me that the pounding of the door stopped. I pressed my ear to the door to check and I heard it. Like a rusted pipe ground to another rusty pipe, soft moans sounded on the other side. "Fuck." I whispered.

I sat back down. I don't want to risk them noticing that I am still here. One thing is true of all those movies I saw before all of this, they don't tire. I rubbed my injured leg and walked over to the edge of the rooftop. There was another building a bit lower than the one that I am on. I can make it if I jump. But with a bad leg. it's questionable. "Suck it up, Frost. Suck it up." I said to myself. It doesn't hurt as much per se but when I put too much pressure on it, that is when the pain would start to pick up. I already ran out of painkillers yesterday from all the running. I did a quick inventory.

3 full pistol loads. Last mag on my rifle. One knife. Low on meds and supply. Leg wounded. Tired. I sat down near the ledge. I racked my pistol and was about to holster it when I slowed down. Why am I trying so hard to live? I lived with myself for almost years now. The military is the only family I knew and I still got kicked out. I got no better half. Not planning anyway. Isn't this enough? The world is going to shit anyways so why bother? Spare me a few years of life. Either to die to a bullet or be eaten alive?

I looked at the pistol and remembered all those harrowing experiences I had seen the day before. " Is this a life worth living?"

I pointed the barrel of the pistol to my head, finger on the trigger. Just 5 pounds of pressure. That's all there is. Then I can spare myself from all this suffering. Do it. Do it. DO it. Pull the trigger, PULL THE TRIGGER, YOU COWARD! DO IT! DO IT DO IT.

" Shut up," I said to myself and holstered the pistol. "Let me prove you wrong," I said to nobody in particular. "Dying is easy," I said to myself while slowly walking towards the roof entrance.

"But I ain't about to give up. That ain't my style." I took a deep breath and massaged my knees. My eyes were fixed on the next building's rooftop.

"If I am going to die. I wanna die trying." I grunted while I slowly jogged towards the edge, then faster another step, faster, I felt the pain in my leg but I ignored it. Running as fast as I could just another step. One more step until I can't muster another step further and I jumped not even sure if I would make it or not.