I remember the rain pouring down as it softly kissed the ballistic glass windows of the observation room. Looking out from the windows, streaks of lightning flickered in the distance. The brilliant streaks of light were like two lovers meeting on a dance floor as they intertwined against the black sky. Every time it rains it always seems to make us feel safe as we fade into a deep peacefully sleep. After all they promised us we would be safe here, they swore the infection would not breach the walls of our safe zone. After a year of trying to survive in a world where the living is a minority, those promises were like sweet nectar to our ears.
As I drifted off to sleep on my cot next to my brother, the screams begin. I knew that sound oh so well, it was the sound of fear, the sound one makes when teeth are plunged deep into ones skin. Those screams rang through the observation facility like a fire drill of fear. They were here, somehow they got in, I turned to brother to wake him, but he was already standing with his backpack on and his MP5 pointed towards the screams. He looked back at me for a brief moment, his words sharp and forceful “you know the drill, gear up!”
