Chapter 9: Watching From Above

Follower

Friday 6, February 2015

23:00 Hours

Phoenix, Arizona

What do you do when death knocks on your door? Do you run and hide? Do you fight back? Do you welcome it like an old friend? Or do you shield yourself from it's evil touch? In this very eventful night, death knocked on many doors, but not everyone recieved that cold maiden. As the infected crowded through the broken door, cries of fright filled the air as rifles fired against the invading evil. Joshua, focusing on saving those around him, grabbed Jane's hand and the hand of a woman who was carrying a child and, ordering Greg to follow, headed to the upper rooms followed by several. Rebecca's flight took her to the hall that led to the kitchen, where Leo and Spirit were hiding. Together, the three of them dashed into the kitchen's big fridge and locked themselves inside, hoping the infected didn't know how to open the door. A mother was assaulted by the infected and died, using her body to shield her baby from the claws and bites. Cloud's team, shooting down as many of the infected as possible, slowly herded other survivors to the upper floors. The infected were slow, but moved more coordinately than before, like they were a hive. An old couple stepped forward, allowing themselves to be eaten to grant the other survivors enough time to get away.

Meanwhile, outside, the military had finally gotten ready. Tents and barricades had been set up all around the airport to keep the large quantity of infected inside. Wave after wave of infected attacked them, but the soldiers dealt with them quite easily. Slowly, as more and more of the infected were shot down, the military tightened their ranks, slowly approaching the buildings of the airport. Finally, they entered and the bloobdbath began. Infected after infected had their brains blown clean off, while soldiers themselves fell to the infected's large numbers, but that wasn't all. Some soldiers were shot by their own comrades by mistake, while others missed their targets and killed their fellow soldiers instead. The airport was red from blood and it's halls and rooms were littered with bodies. Infected crawled and stumbled to the closest soldiers, and many tried to flee, but by the time the whole airport was completely devoid of infected beings, the military force that had been deployed had become two thirds smaller.

The survivors, those at the hotel, were tied up and blindfolded by the military and Cloud's team led the way out to the current base of operations, where a very impatient Colonel awaited. As the small group of survivors were grouped on an area, John's team was suddenly unarmed by their comrades; bound and pushed in with the rest. And while this all happened, The Follower continued to watch like a ghost, not exactly there, yet being a presence, nevertheless, but only to those the Follower wanted. The watchul Follower turned around and left, invisible to those he had just been watching.