Chapter 17: The Shelter

Charles P.O.V

The twins did not stop talking until we got to the shelter. The road to the shelter was filled with the infected. Judging from thier bloodshot eyes with dark pupils they had not been exposed to the virus for long. Most of the moved fast but could not keep up with our Jeep wrangler. The twins made a game of it and by the time we got to the shelter the count was up to twenty.

We arrived at the fairly deserted compound save for two infected who lay unmoving on the ground. They were a man and a woman. The man had had the back of his skull repeatedly bashed in until it resembled a bowl of pasta. It took some effort to turn over the overweight giant and when he was finally on his back, Erick decided to empty the contents of his stomach.

"Oh my God! That's coach. What the hell happened?" Patrick shrieked out loud. He construed his face as a wave of nausea hit. He tried fighting it but ended up next to his brother heaving his guts out.