Chapter 13

(this chapter contains a scene of violence)


It was just after seven in the morning when Dean decided to pull the impala to a nearby gas station off on the highway. The place looked deserted as far as the brothers could tell which was perfect considering they’d planned on looting the place for food and fuel. Sarah and Kay awoke to the growling noise of their stomachs, neither of them had eaten anything since yesterday morning and they were too exhausted from hunger to continue any further. Before the girls could step out the car and stretch their legs, Sam and Dean took it upon themselves to secure the area and make sure there were no zombies around.

The windows of the station had been shattered, phone hanging off the hook in the booth while inside chip bags and beverages were scattered about the floor. Sam checked the counter when he couldn’t see anyone in the back; the radio had been left blaring behind the register. The endless reports of brutal attacks expanding nationwide compelled the atmosphere.

Chapter 12

(Warning: this chapter contains scenes of violence and course language)


“You’ve…got me!” Sam coughed, hopelessly glancing down at the girl passed out next to him. “J-Just let her go, please!”

“That’s very touching…but frankly this isn’t about her, Sam.” answered the mucus looking doctor, circling the hunter and his unconscious friend. “As I’ve told you…this is about something much, much bigger. You, Dean, your friend there, and even me…we’re all just chess pieces in what’s about to come forth.”

Sam’s eyes were glazing from the pain inside his stomach. He groaned, trying to push himself up using the weakened strength in his arms. “What are you…talking about?”

“Oh common, you didn’t really think I planned out this whole thing, did you?” Pestilence taunted. “No, you’re too smart to believe I’d be capable of running the whole apocalyptic show here. This moment has been written in the ancient stone… everything about this day was prophesized before Christ! I’m just one of the key points; this virus was just part of a carefully...

Chapter 11

(Warning: This chapter contains scenes of brutal violence and course langauge)


Sam dodged himself around a stretcher, avoiding two vicious infected victims. One looked as though she might have been a visiting mother in a paisley summer dress, the purse still clinging to her boney shoulder. The second victim was surgeon in blue scrubs covered in blood and mucus from the open wound in his chest, though the mask in front of his face could hardly prevent the snapping of his jaws. Their bloodthirsty shrieks beckoned Sam, eyes a deathly glazed white.

Before the surgeon had time to jump on top of the stretcher and launch himself at the young hunter’s throat, the back of his skull erupted all over the thin sheets as the bullet exited out of the zombie’s brain. The visiting mother saw opportunity to crouch below and spring up behind her prey, but Sam’s quick reflexes countered the attack as he jabbed a knife under the soft layer of her neck, cutting fully into her head spraying blood and residue from the severed arteries. Once both infected victims were taken down, Sam carefully stumbled over the lifeless bodies...