Rage pt 2

I watched through the streams of red that dripped down the window as they screamed. They fired off their final shots, but it wasn't enough. In their panic the shots were not well placed, only an arm or a leg. Some even made a direct hit to the chest, but that wasn't enough to stop these things. They carried on with their attack, even if they were missing a limb here and there.


I can't say I didn't feel a slight sense of twisted justice as I watched those men being ripped apart. Day after day, week after week, I watched as they dragged some poor sap to their inevitable death. Shoving them into small cells where they would spend their final days in agony as the infection spread through their body, shutting down their internal organs a little at a time.


The guards seemed to get a kick out of their pain, agitating them behind the safety of the glass until the infected slammed their bodies into the glass leaving trails of blood and skin that trickled to the floor. These monsters were people once, people who deserve vengeance. For me, it's time to move on.


I began to make my way down the hall to the next exit. I knew more guards would be coming soon, but that didn't matter. I was done with this place. I could really do without the alarms. Everything was flashing in red and all I could hear was the damn shrieking of the alarms!


"Ah!" I covered my ears and fell to my knees. Blurred figures came rushing in all around me. My temples were pounding. Dark shapes were surrounded me, pointing guns and shouting obscure commands. My heart was racing matching the rhythm of the pounding in my head.


Silence. It was silent and the blurriness began to fade; everything became clear. My breaths heavy as I shifted my eyes from figure to figure until my heart rate finally steadied itself and I chose my first target. Leaping towards him I grabbed his M4 with one hand and his combat knife with the other. While driving the knife through his jaw up into his skull I used his gun to spray the others with bullets. No wounding them this time.


They fell to the floor; I exhaled, released the M4 and pulled out the knife that had belonged to the now twitching body. Some of the men were not lucky enough to have received a head-shot and the blood that was filling their lungs was causing them to make gurgling sounds as if they were drowning. Figured I would do the humane thing and put them out of their misery, so I stepped over the bodies and drove a knife through each one of their skulls.


There were occasionally more guards off and on that I had to deal with while leaving this hell-hole. No big deal. I managed to find my way to their artillery room. It was like Christmas opening each box. I grabbed what I could carry and lined my exit with explosives set to a detonator. When I finally made it outside I grabbed myself a vehicle and pressed the button as I plowed through the fence. Could have sworn I've never seen a more beautiful sight than the flames flickering against the stars as I watched the place burn in the distance.


Part of me wondered if I had acted too hastily, if I should have tried to find some answers before leaving. Did I just blow my only chance for answers into a million smoldering pieces? How had I been able to escape even, and why couldn't I remember anything beyond the day this all started?
This wasn't the end. There was something even bigger than this place and I'm going to find out. I'm going to start by plowing down those fucking walking meat-sacks blocking this damn road!