Z-Virus by M.D Khamil

Author:M.D Khamil
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-09-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

In The Shadow

As usual Claire was wearing her black leather outfit. Belt armed with weapons and strange gadgets. I did not wear my SWAT uniform. I have decided to wear something casual, with my black cap, abstract red square pattern long sleeves shirt that I folded down to my elbow, brown vest, blue jeans and my leather cowboy boots. In my head, only God knew what I was thinking right now, that I imagined myself going out with Claire for a date. Silly me. I headed to my truck, but Claire insisted to go to Bartson Street by walking. Without wanting to argue more, I just followed what she said. I was only worried that if we went there by walking we might be chased by them, which I prayed not going to happen on this beautiful day. I took two of my guns from my truck and bring them with me. Bartson Street was just about several hundred meters from my apartment. The road was quiet, dried brown blood everywhere and even decomposing dead bodies lying horribly here and there. During our way to Bartson Street I saw something moving around the bushes near the roadside, but I took not so much care about it, thinking it might be just a lost living dead. I only worried if they came in groups. Soon after, I saw in front of me Bartson Street sign at the entrance of the road junctions. Claire moved a bit faster and faster till she ran away leaving me few meters behind. I had to yell and told her to wait for me but she ignored me. She seemed so excited. I had to run to keep the pace between us balanced. Then she stopped between two junctions where a bungalow painted in soft emerald paint visible in front of us. The house was surrounded by some average size oak trees. All the windows were broken shattered of glasses lying about the grass and the door was wide opened. It was obviously that we were not the first visitor after the tragedy.

"That’s my home, where I used to live with my father." She said.

"Oh." I exclaimed.

"I am going in, this could be my last visit here." Claire asked me to go with her inside the house. I nodded and just followed her like I did before. Once we entered the house, we were shocked to see how cleaned it was inside. "Somebody lives here." Claire said.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"The house is kept clean, electricity is switched off when not needed, wet clothes are hung outside at the backyard, the radio is on and there is a hot coffee on the table." She answered. What she said was true but who could have lived here? Then suddenly someone shot toward us missed an inch right side of Claire and hit the vast on the cupboard against the wall. Both of us ducked behind the sofa, the shot came from one of the windows around the living room.

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