The army truck looked like it would be easily accessible
from a distance. But it was as much a trap as the city as a whole was: a slowly
closing and deadly deathtrap with no possible escape.
Two groups of survivors slipped through the ruins toward the
truck, hoping to pack up on ammo and gain some kind of hope of survival.
But as soon as they started to close on the vehicle they
were swamped from all sides. Shambling zombies and gigantic crackling bugs
hemmed them in, dragging them to the ground and devouring them.
They ran. The fired their remaining shots. They climbed over
rubble and walls, snuck from one shadow to another. But there was no way
forward really. No way to reach their goal.
The goal was an illusion.
They would not be reaching the truck or the ammunition, if
it even existed.
They would die, one by one.
And those that didn’t die would run screaming into the
night, out of ammunition now and truly defenceless in a city of unending
horror.
Ana & Joao vs Tim & Gill
