High School of the Dead

Forgot the new chapter began last update 
Chapter 7: The Treachery
Better late than never. Therefore this is a continuation of the flashback in the last update

The woman’s residence was on the third floor of an older apartment building. As MSgt Denault and his associates climbed the rickety narrow staircase, the light got dimmer and dimmer. The door was ajar to apartment 304. Specialist Vargas tapped the door open with the butt of her gun.

Inside, the light streamed through torn curtains. As they moved into the room, Kristopher noticed that most of the décor was rather fashionable, but it was in a state of disarray from the attack. His gun felt heavy in his hands as the rustling of their military BDUs was the only sound to be heard. Kristopher paused by a cracked picture frame, showing a smiling brunette woman with a younger brown-haired man.

“Here!” shouted one of the specialists.

MSgt hurried over to where a man laid on the ground, his panting harsh and painful to listen to. Even though the man was covered in blood, Kristopher recognized him as the one from the photo he had seen earlier. The man was pinned down underneath the knee of one of the officers, but he was struggling furiously despite his hands being zip tied behind his back and a gag through his mouth.

Kristopher knelt down in front of the man, studying the bloody red bleeding from the veins into his sclera. He had an entirely feral look, his lips smacking around the gag as his mouth pulled back into a grotesque smile. Even though he looked frightening, Kristopher wasn’t fazed in the slightest. The puncture-resistant gloves snapped against his skin as he pulled them on. Reaching out he tilted the man’s head back and forth, watching the eyeballs loll about in their sockets.

The officer holding him down reached out and pulled the man’s head back, yanking with such force so the neck was exposed. The man gnashed his teeth against the gag. MSgt Denault reached out and felt for a pulse. The blood rushing through the powerful veins was moving quickly, and burned at the touch. The heartbeat felt almost nonexistent however, moving at such a lethargic pace, Kristopher wondered how the man had so much energy.

Standing at last he let out a sigh. “Not the one,” he said, peeling off the gloves. He dropped them upon the floor and turned to walk towards the door, kicking a tattered book out of his way as he did so. He didn’t flinch as the sound of a gunshot echoed in the small apartment. “Let’s go.”

As they exited into the street, the truck pulled up so they could climb in. As they shut the doors, the man in front turned to face him. “They’ve found the Sheriff, he’s reported into Mercy Emergency Clinic. He brought in a wounded patient.”

“Dispatch a team from base,” MSgt Denault said. “We’ll head there now.”

The ride was rather long due to the interstate being clogged from massive traffic. Kristopher watched as the sun began to set from the window. Specialist Vargas tapped out a pattern upon her knee with her fingernails. The radio crackled then, breaking the monotony.

“There’s activity at the high school,” said the man in front. “It’s a big spike. What would you like to do?”

Kristopher took only a moment before responding. “Change of plans, reroute to the high school.”

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That was where he had met Sheriff Lenart for the first time, and his daughter Melly. Deputy Southern made a noise just then and when Kristopher looked over he saw that she was rousing. Her green eyes focused on him in the dim light.

“Your turn to sleep,” she said, her voice a little hoarse. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head.

“No, it’s all right,” Kristopher protested. “You didn’t sleep a lot.”

Allie fixed him with a rather cold stare. “Don’t play games. I’m awake now, and hungry. Go rest. If you fall behind because you’re exhausted it won’t help either of us.”

MSgt Denault couldn’t argue, but he didn’t entirely trust her. The two of them were not on friendly terms per se, and it was rather dangerous to be so unguarded before someone he didn’t know. Military training told him it wasn’t a good idea.

Allie shook her head as she saw the MSgt’s expression. “Suit yourself.” She reached over to the bag of food.

Kristopher leaned his head back against the counter. Before he could even think anymore he slipped into sleep. Deputy Southern narrowed her eyes at the sight. Setting aside the food in her hands she crawled over to him. With a smirk on her face she gently pulled the gun from his limp grip. Standing slowly, she winced at the pain in her head.

“Sorry,” she said before turning towards the door.