Chapter 6 - USA No More

2 Months After Mutation 13:46 PM...

"It's been two months since we ran out of that hospital... Still I can never recall what happened back there, however I couldn't care less because the one person I really thought would be with me in the darkest days died that day... I was confused by my own pain as I believed the man I was is too soft to survive the new world... We managed to escape the hospital without further casualties, thinking that the General made sure no other lab workers survived... They tracked all movements of those who were still alive, making sure they were wiped out... They were the last remaining squads of the army to have survived the pandemic, The leader was the cause of all this, so it's only natural that they had the upperhand to prepare for what was coming first... The rest of us had to compremise as it happened, not really a fair chance to fight for your survival I'd say... But as fucked up as everything was already they couldn't just leave the mess as is, they had to make it worse! Me, Bill and Roberto traveled around places as far as we could finding supplies every week, running away from a storm knowing our chances of survival is 1 to 1000... Thinking back, we once prepared for a fight knowing the infected is strong but slow... Now!? going out there gets you killed before anyone could scream help... What we saw back then in the city was that it mostly took 30 seconds or less for more than 5 of them to reach you, what makes it worse is that the undead became a lot smarter than before, allowing them to run and sprint - climb better normal people used to... They were the ones to bring down hope of every last survivor out there... As time passed we managed to travel a really far distance deeper into the northern side of America somewhat closer to Taxis... When we got there, it was as if the whole thing happened all over again... it was like a race where the undead beat us numerous times to different places and towns... The 3 of us had to travel like fans of the undead rushing for front row seats and witness how a beautiful town of peace go to Shit in just a few days... The problem was the slow walkers were like followers coming weeks after the mutation clear the area... it was then when I knew surviving has just become so much harder, even searching for supplies had a risk of those who went could end up not returning leaving the remaining survivors without food or any other supplies and to be honest... Most of them are left with fear, choosing to rather die of hunger than to hunt for supplies and get fed on... The infected were the hungry ones, willing to do more for people than people for food... I realize that in the past two months, as days passed the numbers of infected were growing thus decreasing the numbers of survivors dramatically... It took 3 months for the General's new mutation buddies to reach every country in America turning it to a waste land... Everything repeated the same as it did when I was in that roof... Only it happened faster meaning that by the third day, water and power were no longer available somewhat like Taxis city that got shut down in silence by the mutation guys in just 5 days... and that was a really big city! We took Bill's idea in using a truck to gather supplies over different cities, trying to stay a few miles ahead of the runners knowing the walkers might get here a month or two afterwards... We got at some places early and by early I meant a few hours before the shit was coming... Many towns prepared for walkers as they watched the news and baracaded towns, but what they didn't know was that runners were on the way and they could do all kinds of shit making it easier for you to die in the worst way in history of dying... The infected change and as they did, so did the rules of survivors as well... it wasn't some rules like the movies, no these were very strict rules making it even more dangerous to break one... it meant breaking one of them and you're mince meat for sure! The people who were outdated still following the old rules didn't live long enough to learn the new ones... Sadly as it is, Survivors died a lot easier than before as life that was about risks became a danger zone... People didn't survive long as there were at least 50 things out there to cause your death and the runners and walkers weren't included... Many survivors died out there of anything that spelled poison, especially Food poison and snake poison... Then the main cause of death - people! When the undead included all cities and towns, we swiftly had to learn some people already lost their humanity making them more dangerous than the infected... Ladies sorry to say but this time of the year becomes the most unpleasent for you as you're the first to experience a world of hell... If you're not pragnant by some fucker who raped you, you probably killed yourself... Speaking of killing, this became much easier for someone else to cause your death, meaning if one doesn't break the rule getting all the survivors in a group killed, another group may come for the supplies and women in your group leaving you the man killed first... Which is why the first rule came across my mind, guns are not for infected but to protect your supplies and women... Suicide also became much more common here as many people couldn't bare to live this way and about 70% of them were old people and women... I really didn't blame them... The world were a bit too cruel to some people out there... which also changed the rules a bit... Survivors decreasing meaning that you might want to consider the growth of your group now especially women... They were the loyal ones and capable of doing much more at that time then your typical standard type of men... Which means more than 2 men in a group spelled trouble all over, if they don't fight for leader position, one kills the other trying to fuck the same girl... This came to mind as these are the nature inside people when all life forms turns to instinct and no rules! Believe me girls... at this time your best chance of survival was to find a man with a gun soon and stick to him like glue... Those who had to protect their little sisters had to find a male with surviving skills to protect them even by the means of you big sisters giving up your fortune cookie to this one man in order for your little sister to keep hers... You would really be lucky if you were to find someone like me around who wouldn't break so easily wanting sex with an underage girl, but I know that age really becomes just a number at some point and certain girls might find them both too young for such a world to survive in... For you there's only one rule to follow; get a young woman fast and one able to make the sacrifice for you so you don't get to take turns! People become animals really fast when rules don't apply and it wasn't long enough when men started searching for other younger men to have their way with ... Think that was sick until you hear what little girls had to make through with a chance of survival 1 to 10 million... Guns and more guns were needed into your group with many strong women you could find... For some reason Other women didn't kill or fight when one got the leader - some jealousy became a competition but still in control when it comes to survive... As a man and leader of the group you should only have one other man as your best friend in the group and lots and lots of loyal women to help you get things done... Not to judge the males but in a world like this, women are your best options as they became natural survivors and only a few men protecting... In my world most men ended with two things - You become crazy and a danger to other survivors or you become a pussy and take your own life... only a few got to man up and survive the best they could protecting the humanity inside you sticking to rules... You probably need one of those in your group knowing he's the perfect partner to have your back... Anyway, USA as in America became no more in just 3 months and as it went to hell the spread already began in other countries like Africa and China... As people fly with the infected to other countries, the beginning of the end of humanity started... Bill and I were fully aware of this happening all over the world we knew that we had to reach some countries before the undead did... So we set a goal to find a lab and someone that goes with that first before we leave America - By America I mean the play ground for the dead... For those Who may have forgotten who I am, My name is John Richards and this is my story surviving in a USA No More...!"

3 Months & 11 Days After Mutation 16:19 PM...

The sun has lowered a bit and John and the others walked towards a town half a mile from them.

They soon arrived at Miltown and saw a few infected breaking things in a store while a few others were on the street eating on flesh.

They stumbled upon two mutations and saw one looking towards them.

"Guys... At times like these there's only one thing to do, Fucking Run!" John shouts as they run towards the closest store.

"Break the fucking door open!" John shouts to Bill in front of the store door.

"It's coming!" Roberto Shouts as two of the mutation approach them.

"Shit... it's open hurry!" Bill shouts as John and Roberto enters the shop.

They manage to baracade the door to keep the infected outside.

"Little dude... What are you doing? You should help baracade to keep the freaks outside..." Bill asked Roberto standing on the one side of the store.

"Mr. Richards... We got problems here too..." Roberto said walking backwards towards the other two.

"What is it? Did they find another way in...?!" John asked out loud.

John and Bill stopped the baracade and slowly put their hands up in the air as a man with glasses points a Revolver at them.

"Don't Move! You brought the infected here... I don't trust people like you, how did you find us!?" the man with the gun asked.

"Listen... Relax buddy okay, Where are the others?"

John asked the man.

"What others? It's just me..." the man answers.

"What are you a cockhead? you just said 'us' a few seconds ago..." Bill said.

Roberto swifly kicks the man between his legs making him drop the gun.

John pick up the gun as Bill helps him up.

"Nice shot man..." Bill said to Roberto.

"I was a soccer player at school..." Roberto said.

"Then I guess you must Roberto Carlos heh?" Bill asked with sarcasm.

John gave the gun to Bill and started to walk around the store.

He walks into the storage room and a woman jumps out with two young girls and start to hit John with a broom and toilet paper.

The man tries to run to John and hear Bill say "Wow Buddy... Get on your knees now, or uh... or I... Fucking shoot a whole in your left nut!" and smile.

"Great phrase..." Roberto said.

"That was good wasn't it? John you okay back there?" Bill asked John.

The woman stops and throws down the broom and began to beg on her knees.

"Please don't kill my husband, and leave my kids you can take me instead I don't care what you do just leave them out of it..." the woman said with tears.

"Put the gun down Bill... these people are just scared to shit..."

John said standing up.

"Don't worry Mam... we're not one of those kind of freaks..." John said calmly.

"agh... I don't know, your daughter is kinda cute though..." Bill said.

"Bill...!" John shouts.

"Haha ha... I'm just kidding for fuck sakes, no need to shout..." Bill said after laughing.

Everyone finally manage to calm down.

"I may have a plan, but I believe we need to work together... Sorry to barge in on your safehouse, but this place isn't gonna hold..." John said.

"Thanks to you yes... We had everything and everything was fine till you and your friends showed up with that monsters outside... We're not going anywhere, and you and this fat guy can leave and take your things with you!" The man said holding on to his daughters.

"Hello... fat man with a gun! So let me hear you say the 'f' word again so I can pull the trigger on you right after!" Bill said with an angry face.

"Okay we're leaving... Roberto, get the back door..." John said as they slowly walked to the back and start to run.

The man locks the door right after and group hug his family.

"Let's head back to the truck, we can't affort to- Ah shit... They're on to us Fucking Run!" John Shouts afterwards.

"Boss I can drop the two of them quickly! We won't be followed..." Bill said as they ran.

"Bill... You fire that gun and its much more than two we're going to have to deal with!" John shouts from the side as Bill runs in front.

"There's already more than 2 now... I think 7 - I don't even wanna look back to make sure anymore..." Roberto said out of breath as he runs.

"This bad boy can take down 5, but more than that may not have enough time to reload... what do we do?" Bill asks John as they get closer to the truck.

The gap between the infected and them got a lot smaller.

"Listen... I have an idea! I split from you guys see how many I can get a distance from you... If there's less than 5 take them down, the sound might draw the others back to you and you can reload from the gap of time you get!" John suggested.

"Just one Problem Mr. Wick... We didn't grab extra bullets!" Bill replied.

"Shit Bill you're mentioning this now... Fuck! - I know... Roberto we're doing the same thing, only this time after you dropped the first group, you get Roberto's father's gun from the truck and drop the rest! Okay we split in 3... 2... 1... Fuck it now!" John runs towards the left side of the road into the bushes leading 3 of the mutations behind him.

As John and the other two grew tired, The mutations closed in on them and Bill suddenly stop to turn around and shoot the first two clean in the head and the third shot in one's shoulder.

He quickly switch to down range and kill two more with the remaining bullets, but one was still left on their side.

The infected comes running towards Bill while Roberto search for his father's gun.

Bill quickly take a look at the gun in his hand and than throw it straight to the infected's head killing the last one on their side.

"We nailed it!" Bill said smiling and turning around to face Roberto in the truck.

Bill looks to the left side and see the 3 infected is still following John and close by as well.

John's starts to grow tired.

"Ah Fuck... John bring the fuckers this way!" Bill shouts from the truck side and see John turns this way.

"I found it..." Roberto shouts from the truck.

"Roberto Pistol!" John shouts as his Adrinaline turns the flying pistol slow motion in mid air.

John's speed increase and slow.....He....Jumps...Grabbing...The....Pistol....Turning.....In...Mid.....-...Air....And.....By...Chance....All.....3....Infected.....Lines....up....And..... John.....Shoots....At....The.....Perfect...Time....Doing.....A....Triple....Headshot....Falling...To...The...Ground...And...The motion finally clears.

John manage to stand up as his ears are deaf for a brief moment where only he can hear hard breathing and heart pounding as he sweats.

"Fucking Wick!" Bill shouts surprisingly.

Roberto remain silent without saying a word while Flabbergasted of the action.

"That was Fucking Movie class I tell ya! I told you he was the real deal..." Bill said to Roberto.

"We made a lot of noise..." John softly speaks as he looks to the ground.

"What was that?" Bill asked without hearing properly.

"Get the truck started... we need to move Fucking Now!" John shouts running towards the truck with the pistol in his hand.

They started moving when they saw a few infected came running out of town towards them.

Soon after the truck gained speed and the mutations slowed down.

"John take over for a second..." Bill suddenly said out of the blue.

Before John realize what Bill meant, Bill then gets a blackout from the running and looses control of the truck.

John tries to grab the steering wheel and saw how the truck drove off the road with speed.

As the truck got bumpy in the field John accidently turns the wheel to the left causing it to toss and turn.

The left window was opened and John swiftly falls out as the truck falls down a small downhill inside the bushes between the trees.

John bump his head against hard sand knocking him out while the truck keeps on rolling over towards the small river at the bottom of the hill.

Luckily with the truck so big, it gets stuck between trees a few meters away from the river and finally stops.

6 Hours Later...

John wakes up in the middle of the desert between bushes with a small blood stain on his left side of his head.

His back aches and his head as well.

He struggles to get up not remembering what happened.

He manage to stand up and see almost nothing as the forest is really dark.

He takes a look at his watch and see that the glass broken and the time that has stopped at 19:47.

John grabs on to a stick close by and start to walk slowly as his left knee hurts.

As he slowly walks, John hears the river waters flow and start to walk in that direction.

He walks straight ahead unable to see where he's going and slip at the edge of the down hill Falling and rolling all the way down.

John falls between a split tree trunk and falls against the Truck.

With more pain, John suddenly passes out again.

3 Hours Later...

The sound of the river and birds singing finally wakes John.

He manage to sit up straight when a pain suddenly appear changing the expression on John's face.

John look to his right and See a sharp thin stick peersed through his right hip.

He slowly grabs the stick trying to pull it out, but the pain increase to much moving it.

John Struggles to stand up leaning against the side of the truck.

He finally manage to get up and slowly walk to the front side of the truck.

After falling in pain a few times, he finally reach the front.

He takes a look inside and find that Bill and Roberto is nowhere to be found.

The Sky becomes a little blue and light becomes a little more clear as the sun starts to rise.

Lucky for John all the medication and food supplies are in the truck with him.

He grabs a hold of head piece of the truck seat and bite it.

He then shortly after grabs on to the stick and pulls out the stick.

After screaming and moaning of pain for 2 minutes, John sweat from his forehead and start to black out a bit.

He manage to keep concious and start to treat himself with medication and bandages.

John and the others are completely separated from each other.

Unable to move, John remains with the Supplies hoping Bill and Roberto might come back.

He is completely alone and hurt badly.

A few minutes passed and John finds himself falling asleep inside the truck.

The medication kicks in and John remains tired for a while and sleep for another 4 hours straight.

He finally wakes up and it's already day time.

He slowly opens his eyes and swiftly spot 4 infected outside close to the truck.

John is still in pain and in no condition to fight even one infected.

John tries his very best to stay still and quiet so the mutations won't find him.

One of them comes really close to the front of the truck and starts to smell the blood John spilled close to the truck.

John slowly ducks down as the undead lean forward to lick his blood on the truck's rooftop.

The truck is laying on the left side with the right side showing up.

The infected comes closer to the right side of the window and just when John sees the fingers of one, a car drives passed on the highway close by causing the infected to run after it.

John tries to move as he was laying on his right hip causing the wound to bleed again.

As he moves, one of the broken pieces of glass shatters inside the truck and the last mutation in the group stops.

With John unable to see and Realize one of the infected stayed behind, John moans of pain and the mutation zombie comes running towards to truck ready to attack John.

He quickly stops and listen for something he thought he heard.

Suddenly the zombie enters the window from above landing on John trying to bite a chunk out of him.

John is just barely away from the infected's mouth as he grabs a hold of the mutation's neck.

The infected seems to be covered in bones sticking out and light green blisters all over the skin.

John's eyes looks around the truck for something he can use.

John grows weak by the second as the Zombie's mouth starts to grow closer to his face and bloody slime falls on his left cheek from the mutation's mouth.

John tries to avoid screaming as he remains in pain holding off the zombie.

John Finally manage to grab the stick he pulled from his hip and stabs it throught the undead's eye throwing it to the side.

John starts to sweat and close his eyes tightly trying to deal with the pain.

He breathes heavily and painfully.

After a short while John gets the medicine bag and try to stitch the wound again.

He swallows down a few pain killers and prepares for a injection to kill off any infection.

Unable to get out, John remains inside the truck with the undead body inside with him.

John used the body to cover up his smell keeping the other infected away from him as he tries to recover.

John didn't have much water inside the truck to begin with, but luckily the sunlight was blocked off by the trees so the truck wasn't too hot inside.

2 Hours passed and John regained a little bit of strength.

Instead of trying to climb out, John tries to open the small window that leads to the back of the truck.

He wants to reach the other supplies without the risk of going out.

He leans a little forward inside the window and manage to reach out to one of the broken boxes and takes out one canned food and a candy bar.

"There comes a time in a man's life, where the world he lives in simply brings the worst... The kind of bad that easily breaks a man once you realize there's no one on sight to give you even a little bit of support... I faced one the worst 3 days of my life in that truck... I had to cover the window with the infected's body.

The more time passed the more the smell got worse... I had to watch the Zombie I killed slowly decay as I tried my best not to puke, because supplies were something I tried not to waste either... I had no choice but to go outside once in a while, coz Taking a Shit in there too really is too much with a smell I took days to get used to... Once you survived at least 2 days in this shitty world you realize that Surviving is no paradise at all... For Those who forgot - Allow me to remind you that My name is John Richards, And this is how I got into a living Hell...!"

To Be Continued...