Chapter 43: Horde

We drove as fast as we could to the farm, where the men were staying. We had guns and other weapons with us, ready to fight the horde of zombies that was coming. I had a bad feeling about this.

We parked the truck near the entrance of the farm, where the men were waiting for us. They looked sleepy and confused, as they had been woken up by our arrival.

"Wake the fck up! Zombies are coming! Rex, Roger, divide the group into two, you two will lead that group, make sure nobody dies!" I ordered, shouting in a hurry. I threw the bags of guns in front of them, and told them to arm themselves.

"Roger that," they both said, and did as I told. They quickly divided the group into two, and gave them some weapons and instructions. They also told them to form a curve around the truck, and to stay behind it.

Using binoculars, I scouted the area. It was quiet and eerie. There was no sign of any zombies or any threats. I wondered where the horde was, and when it would arrive.

Rex and Roger came to me and reported, "The group has been divided into two, most of them are grumbling about the situation, while the others are still half asleep," Roger reported.

"The formation is good, you told us that no one will go in front, and only use guns, right?" Rex asked.

"Yes, that's because these zombies are not those slow ones," I said, still looking at the perimeter. I had a feeling that the horde would be fast and furious, and we had to be ready for them.

"Formation!" I shouted, and they quickly formed themselves. They lined up in a curve, connecting the truck in the middme of them. They held their guns, ready to shoot.

"We won't wait for them, we'll hunt them!" I shouted, firing my gun upwards. The gunshot filled the air, but it was quiet. There was still no sign of them. "Am I overreacting?" I thought to myself.

After five minutes, the zombies still didn't appear. "What's this? Is this some kind of prank?" The others started to murmur and complain.

"Augh! Fck it!" A man broke the formation, "You're over abusing your power! This joke isn't even funny!" He said, as he threw his gun and left the formation. He walked towards his tent, ignoring our warnings.

Then another guy followed, "Fck this shit," he complained and broke the formation and left, going to his tent. One after another, they slowly left. "Hey! Get back here!" Rex shouted, trying to stop them. But there was no use. They didn't listen to him.

I felt angry and frustrated. They were being foolish and reckless. They didn't understand the danger they were in. They didn't trust me. They didn't respect me. They didn't follow me.

Did I overthinked this too much!? Dammit! "It seems like the zombies won't-" before I could finish my sentence. I was wrong. I had underestimated the horde of zombies. They were not coming from the front, but from the sides. They had surrounded us, and they were closing in fast. They were fast and furious, and they were hungry for our flesh.

"Look at your sides!!!" I shouted, warning my men. They all saw it, the zombies coming close to them. They panicked and broke the formation, as the formation was designed to attack on the front. They scattered and ran, trying to escape the zombies.

"Do not panic!" Rex shouted, trying to calm them down. "Maintain your formation!" Roger shouted, while shooting the zombies. They were the only ones who kept their cool, and they tried to help the others.

"Shit! Steff, drive the truck and we'll lure them to the main road!" I ordered, hoping to distract the zombies. She immediately complied, and started the engine. "Get in the truck!!" I shouted, telling my men to join us. They immediately climbed, panicking. The people who went to their tents got already eaten. I saw their blood and guts splattered on the ground. "Shit! Maintain formation!" I shouted again, shooting at the zombies.

Steff stepped on the acceleration and drove towards the exit of the mountain. We continued to shoot the zombies nonstop, luring them away from the farm. There were more than a thousand of them, and almost all of them were running. They were relentless and vicious, and they followed us closely.

My heart was pumping, and my adrenaline was rushing. We fought for half an hour, losing almost half of my men. Some of them fell off the truck, and some of them got bitten by the zombies. I saw their faces, twisted in pain and fear. I felt angry and sad, but I also felt determined. I had to survive, and I had to protect the others.

We continued to go down the mountain, hoping to reach the main road. We hoped to find some help, or at least some safety. We hoped to get away from the horde, and to live another day.

We escaped from the zombies by driving downhill, where the road was slippery and steep. Most of the zombies lost their balance and fell, giving us a chance to get away from them. Finally, we reached the main road, where we hoped to find some help or safety.

I got out of the truck and shouted, "Move to our formation, surround the vehicle!" I ordered, telling my men to form a circle around the truck. We had to be ready for any attack, as we didn't know where the zombies would come from next.