Sunday – 9:59 AM

A few hours had passed since the four had been trapped in the shed and Ratty took a gunshot to his leg. Rshep had become infected and been locked in a small room in the house to quarantine him. The remaining seven, fortified in the house as well as possible, but the while no more new infected had shown up since earlier in the morning, there were still at least ten of them outside. Unfortunately for everyone, the television held no good news...

Announcer: “Reports are now coming in that the infection is beginning to develop over time. Initially, the infection enters an infant stage where no motor skills and reactions are limited. In the next 36 hours of the infection, reaction and motor skills begin to increase. And while brain activity still seems to be limited, they begin to grow more aggressive and agile over time. Reports from Australia are coming in where the infected are seeming to be running at high speeds to attack any survivors. While they lack the intellectual ability to open doors and windows...their aggressiveness leads to tendencies in which they literally sacrifice themselves to bust through walls, doors, or windows to get to any survivors. Please take extreme caution when dealing with the infected and find a safe place...Do not attempt to leave your safe place...”

Steve: “Well...that certainly throws a wrench into the situation.”

Cozmo: “When do you think the ones outside got infected? It said 36 hours to develop simple motor skills...”

Steve: “I don't know, but I know we don't have enough protection in this house, and they really don't have any protection in that shed.”

Liquid: “Well they have all the guns, and we only have one...we have to hope they make a move to get us out of here...”

The four in the shed were not content with staying there either, but there was only one real course of action for them and they knew it...

Compton: “Fucking Numbers man...he fucking shot Ratty.”

Ratty: “I'll be all right, He didn't hit anything major. I think I can limp around at least...”

Shawn: “Yeah, but right now, there's nowhere to limp to. When we came in here, there were like 3 or 4 of them between us and the house.”

Wheeler: “Even if the guys in the house do something, we have no means of communicating with them, so how will we even know if we CAN go out?”

Shawn: “Maybe we should poke some kind of hole in the wall so we can see out.”

Compton: “No, we need to not draw attention to us in here...We have to find a way to see stuff though. We're the ones with all the weapons, so we need to figure out how to get out of here.”

Ratty: “Up there...there's a hatch on the roof so we can get up there. There's no ladder in here, and this table isn't high enough to reach it. We could probably get up there if we get on top of the wardrobe from the table though. Once we're up there, we'll be able to see everything and figure out what to do next.”

Compton: “Ok, Shawn move the wardrobe over right here and Wheeler and I will move this table into place. I'll go up there and see what I can see. Hopefully they'll all be gone and we can get to the house.”

The wardrobe moved easily as it had been emptied earlier in the morning. Shawn wished he had one of those sticks of dynamite though. Anything to cause just enough of a distraction to get into the house. Shawn finished moving the wardrobe into place before Wheeler and Compton could help Ratty get moved and move the table.
Once the table was in place, Compton took the shotgun and climbed on the table and then on top of the wardrobe. The roof hatch was a simple clasp hook door. He opened it slowly, hoping to make as little noise as possible. The hatch opened and stopped just short of the roof. Compton climbed up and took a look around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He placed the shotgun down on the roof and looked off the front of the shed slowly. The path between the them and the house saw nothing blocking their path but the cart off to the right with the remaining supplies. Compton stuck his head in the hatch and told them that the coast was clear, and to gather the supplies to head to the house.
From the back of the shed, there was a noise on the other side of the wall. The three stood silent. Not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

Wheeler: “Compton...something is out there. Come down here so we can move this wardrobe back over the window.”

Compton: “Ok, hold on a second.”

Compton began to get off the roof. He put his feet on the wardrobe and stood on top of it to reach the hatch to close it. Compton stretched, but he couldn't reach the top of the hatch. He grabbed the edge with his fingers and began to pull it down. As he closed the door to the roof and began to climb off the wardrobe, he stopped.

Compton: “Shit, I left that shotgun up there. It's right above the front door on the roof.”

Shawn: “Ok, go back up there and get it. Wheeler, get Ratty to the front door and I'll watch the window so we can get out of here.”

Compton climbed back on top of the wardrobe and opened the hatch. Wheeler helped Ratty get up and moved towards the front door. Ratty leaned up against the wall next to the door. Wheeler stood in front of the door facing the wardrobe looking up at the hatch. Shawn stood on the other side of the wardrobe facing the window. When Compton finally finished climbing up to the roof, he began scooting towards the front of the shed when out of the corner of his eye he saw something. The man who he had shot three times already. He was moving towards the front door. Only this time he was moving much quicker than before.
Compton scooted quickly towards the gun, he didn't want to yell and draw the rest of the infected around the house or out of the woods. Compton grabbed the gun as the man reached the front door, the man's head was literally 3 feet below Compton at this point. Compton grabbed the gun, checked to see if the safety was on and slowly pointed the barrel at the man's head and cocked it. Compton pulled the trigger and hit the man in the back of the head. The man's head was blown to pieces as his body flew forward.
When the shot went off, the three left in the shed looked up...Compton had shot the man's body with such force, that it was thrusted into the front door busting it open and into Wheeler. Wheeler was knocked back into the empty wardrobe. The wardrobe toppled to the ground nailing Shawn on it's way down. Shawn's body went flailing backwards into the back wall window. Shawn tries to turn his body to stop himself, but his body goes crashing through the window anyway. Glass shatters everywhere, covering Shawn as he go through the window and outside landing hard on the ground.

Ratty: “Wheeler, are you ok man?”

Wheeler: “Yeah, what happened to Shawn?”

Shawn slowly started coming to his feet. His hand covered in blood. There were two deep gashes in his left hand and one really deep gash in his right hand. There were also smaller cuts up both arms, but little blood was coming out of them. Shawn got to his knees and looked for his pistol. It must have landed inside the shed when he got thrown out. Shawn looked up at the window and then at his surroundings. The tree line was about a foot and a half away from him. He had heard the shotgun blast, but the next thing he knew, he was outside. He wanted to call out to Compton or anyone inside, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself. He knew the gunshot had done good enough job of that.
Wheeler stuck his head in the window and looked at Shawn. Shawn looked back as if to say 'yeah, I'm okay.' Wheeler turned around to see Ratty still sitting down next to the shattered front door to the shed and looked up to see Compton looking down the hatch hole in the shed.

Compton: “Find something to get me down from here.”

When the wardrobe fell over, it had busted from the top. Little pieces of wood lay everywhere and the top of the wardrobe was splintered everywhere, jumping down onto it would be like jumping onto a set of spikes at this point. Wheeler knew he had to find something to help break Compton's “descending ” to the ground. Wheeler also knew he had to help get Shawn back in the shed as Compton's shot had to rally the infected back around to the back of the house...
Compton crawled back towards the front of the shed to see three infected coming around the left side of the house and four more coming around the right side of the house. Again, it seemed as though they were moving faster than previous. Maybe it was just his imagination playing with him. Compton knew he couldn't afford to shoot his gun anymore and compromise the shed's safety.
Wheeler went back to the window, and by now Shawn was on his feet at the window. Wheeler reached his hand out to Shawn to help pull him in. Shawn grabbed Wheeler's hand and covered it in his blood. The gashes were really bleeding now. Wheeler began to pull, but the glass was unavoidable as it cut into Wheeler's arm....

Wheeler: “Ah, fuck...”

Wheeler let go of Shawn's arm, forcing Shawn to fall back outside. Wheeler stuck his other arm out.

Wheeler: “C'mon, get in here...”

Shawn reached out to grab Wheeler's hand when from around the corner came a woman. Her eyes white as if she was blind. She looked at Shawn, and then at his arm, and then to Wheeler. Wheeler pulled as hard as he could, but the woman struck their arms quickly...forcing both of them to fall back. Shawn back outside and Wheeler back into the shed on the ground. Wheeler reached into his pocket to grab his pistol but it wasn't there. He looked around and saw one laying near the window. He picked it up. He looked outside to see the woman on top of Shawn, pinning him down. Shawn was trying to keep her face away from him with outstretched hands, but it was hard to tell what was going on with Shawn's blood from his hands beginning to cover the woman's face.
Wheeler took aim at the woman on top of Shawn, but didn't take the shot. He couldn't shoot and miss and hurt or kill Shawn. Shawn cried out in pain, due to the wounds on his hands or being bit by the woman...it was too difficult to tell. Shawn used his leg to kick the woman off of him as she lay next to Shawn, Wheeler took aim and shot his gun, nailing her right between the eyes.

Shawn: “Thanks...”

Wheeler: “Are you ok?”

Shawn: “Yeah...”

Wheeler: “Did she bite you?”

Shawn: “I don't think so...”

Wheeler stuck his hand out and grabbed Shawn. He slowly pulled him back into the shed just as two more infected came around the corner to the window. Shawn fell to the ground once inside. Wheeler grabbed what was left of the wardrobe and pushed it against the window. There was still about six inches of visibility at the top of the window, but most of it was covered. Shawn leaned on the ground against the left side wall of the shed while Ratty sat quietly next to the door. Wheeler looked up to see Compton looking back down at him. Wheeler moved the table under the hatch and looked back up...Compton wasn't thrilled with the idea, but knew he had no other choice. He threw the shotgun down the hatch and then jumped down onto the table. It was about a six foot drop, and Compton landed with a thud. He rolled off the table and grabbed the shotgun.

Compton: “Take that table, and set it up vertically against the door...”

Wheeler and Compton move the table towards the door and turn it vertically and press it against the door...once again blocking their view of the path between them and the house.

Compton: “Are you okay Wheeler?”

Wheeler: “Yeah, the window cut my arm up a little bit, but Shawn was getting attacked by one.”

Compton: “Are you okay Shawn?”

Shawn: “Yeah...I cut my hands really bad and I need to get something to cover them up...”

Compton: “Were you bit?”

Shawn: “No...well I don't think so...”

Compton: “You don't think so? What the fuck? I'm gonna ask you again...did you get bit?”

Shawn: “No, I mean...I cut my hands on the window when I fell out. I can't really feel anything in my hands. It's just a lot of pain...I don't think she bit me, I mean, she didn't bite me. I got her off me and Wheeler shot her...”

Compton looked over at Wheeler who looked back at him...and then looked at the ground. Compton looked at Ratty who was still looking at Shawn...Compton picked up the shotgun and points it at Shawn...he cocks the gun.

Compton: “Did you get bit?”

Shawn: “.....”

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