Darkness took over as Erik finished the bottle of wine. Guilt racked thoughts persisted within his head as he looked out a grime covered window.
His wife, her face painted in fear, stared at him. The memory of her death haunted him. The wine, warm and ineffective was now gone. Erik stared forward out the window and watched as the memories paraded by. His daughter, a beautiful, talented young woman stepped forward. Her face fallen and her eyes hollow. The beauty that once encircled her was now gone, replaced by the infection.
“The Deadwood infection…” he began. “A bacteria trigger by research into effector proteins that caused anomalies in plants. Plants! Not children or wives of researcher but plants.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“It is,” Eric replied to his doppleganger. “It’s all my fault. This whole zombie, lockdown, take over the world, new world order, mess is my fault.”
Eric began to fall asleep. His head switching off and his eyelids falling over his world. His leather, seat shaped bed, jerked. Eric looked to the right, cleared the sleep from his eyes and saw an animal grazing near the passenger side door.
“Is that a deer? A four-legged hunted creature within the walls of the city? That’s not possible. This city is surrounded by walls.”
The deer, fawn colored and oblivious to anything around it, chewed on the long grasses beneath it. There was a long knife within the duffelbag, along with a heavy steel chain. To the right of the chain was a small shotgun, it’s wooden stock cut short in a hurry.
Erik opened the chamber and found a round buried within the weapon. He smiled and attempted to open the driver’s door when the deer bolted and disappeared from view. Seconds later the hood of the old Mustang collapsed under the weight of the creature. The windshield cracked. From the left, an infected monster stepped past his window. Erik froze and waited for it to clear the door. That monster grabbed a hold of anything it could and bit down. Blood covered the windshield as Erik watched.
Erik cleared the grim from the Mustang’s driver’s side window and searched for other infected. Seeing none, he slowly stepped from the driver’s door. The noise from the door alerted the infected woman, closest to him but she was distracted by the meal they had fought so hard for. A young and disfigured infected man bolted for Erik as he placed his left foot outside the door. Erik noticed him and attempted to close the door. He screamed in pain as he realized his mistake and allowed the door to open to free his foot. The infected man pounced on the opportunity and pushed open the door.
Erik struggled to close the door but the creature easily beat out any strength he had. The infected man stepped forward and shoved it’s gruesome face into the Mustang. Erik fell backward leaving his legs vulnerable. The creature grabbed a handful of Erik’s thigh just before the shotgun fired a mess of steel bearings from the end of the barrel. The noise echoed through the steel trap Erik sat within. The bearings, that didn’t hit the infected man, shot through the car. Erik hid, as best he could, within the seats. He kicked the monster out and on it’s back. After the ringing in his ears stopped Erik stepped out into the early morning sun to face a new day.