Apocalypse Beginnings pt5

" The first barricade has been destroyed, retreat into the second barricade!" a trooper shout while not taking his eyes off the zombies, his finger still pulling hard on the trigger.

" Zombies in the back too, they're climbing up the bridge!" Another trooper yells as he is covering fire for his comrades.

" If this keeps up, we won't last" grandpa said as he turn around to look at my father " You know what to do son"

My father's look reveal his surprise at my grandpa's word, but only for a moment, as he regains his calm, his eyes filled with regret. He turns around to me, his eyes still shaking, he opens his mouth to speak in a grave voice.

" Son, I need you to listen" He stops then takes in a deep breath " We gonna buy time for you to run away okay? I need you to get home, do you still remember the lock to our basement?"

" Wait dad! W-W-What are you t-t-talking about? I'm not gonna-..." I stammered.

" PLEASE" he yells, startling me " please, son" he continues to plead to me " Listen carefully to me" his voice quiet, his words sincere and desperate. His shaking eyes betray his calmness, he's scared too, I know it!.., he always put on a brave front for me but I can tell.

" HURRY!" Grandpa yells, as he grabs a nearby rifle and immediately assumed firing position like a seasoned veteran, he still have his skills from his military service days.

The second barricade starts to fall apart, the trooper still firing nearby it runs away in terror. Right as it collapse with a loud *clang*, a trooper firing is immediately pounced on by a zombie, before anyone could react, it tore apart his face like paper. The trooper is kicking and flailing his arms around, firing his gun wildly, his throat never stop producing terrifying screams. Nearby trooper tries to help him met the same fate, falling victim to the bloodthirsty infected. 

The scene devolves into chaos with people quickly turning their back on the troopers that gave their life, running and screaming into the opposite directions only to met with more zombie from the back that quickly devour them.

Father turned back to me, his looks even more desperate.

" Let's get you out of here!"

He take hold of my hand and start dragging me to a nearby military truck. It's door is still wide open as the driver is outside, firing at the zombies in the back. My dad shove me inside of the car and shut the door forcefully. I could only put my hand on the window helplessly and gaze into his eyes from the other side of the window. He put his hand on the window too and stare back. He look sad but at the same time, content with his fate. 

" Go son, and live on. I'm proud of ya"

A zombie lands on the hood of the truck, starling us both. It lunges at the nearby trooper, still firing at the zombie in front of him not paying attention to his behind, making him fall over and dropping his gun. Dad quickly picks up the gun dropped near his feet and start to pump lead into the zombie infront of him. He turns to me and yells at the top of his lung

" GO! DRIVE!"

I turn on the engines and step on the pedal, driving away.

I look back into the mirror and was unable to hold back my tears as I see grandpa and father getting overwhelmed, the sounds of their gunshots fading away slowly as I drive further away.