Ethan watched from afar as a group of horses rode off in front of him. He pressed his body into the shabby grass hoping it would conceal his figure. The horses rode towards the Shell which was just a bit farther off. The group of five, all dressed alike with red bandannas, and a gray colored outfit dismounted.

Ethan watched as Micheal opened the gate with his shotgun in hand. He embraced the first man with a hug, and shook the others hands as they entered. They lead their horses by the reigns inside of the perimeter before the gate was shut.

Must be the order.

Ethan pulled himself from the ground, and glanced around with unease. A few Rotters strolled around, but nothing too close to be dangerous. He pulled out the pistol, and slipped off the safety before holstering it once more. He didn't see anybody patrolling the fence as he was used to, and it made him worried by slight degrees.

He hoped that Tex, and Kyle weren't dead. They could help him out in this situation, but it was to risky. He crouch walked across the open ground towards the fence as his heart beat increased. Sweat beaded his face as he slunk towards the fence, and he kept glancing around for anything that would oppose him.

When his hand finally pressed against the ruff wooden wall did he finally let out a shaky breath. The door, or gate, was just a few more feet to his left. Voices drifted through it as he pressed his face to the crack.

"How did you do it Micheal?" The man he had hugged before spoke.

Micheal punched him on the arm while saying boastfully, "Why, once the roadblock was finally gone; I finally managed to sway them my way."

"You sure did!" Another man spoke up.

"The best part is that they don't even realize that we are using them yet." Micheal snickered quietly.

Ethan pressed against the gate a bit harder before the sound of footsteps reached his ear. He turned around while reaching for his pistol. A Rotter lurched for him with its almost bloated  body, and Ethan scrambled away from it.

"Hey! What was that?" A voice shouted.

Micheal called him down, "Relax. It's just a Rotter. I'll take care of it."

Ethan followed the fence as it continued after him. He didn't have enough time to pull the knife form his boot, and the gunshot would only draw attention to himself.

"Fuck it." He said while turning around.

He raised the pistol, and was slammed against the wall by another Rotter that had come from nowhere. The gun dropped to the floor with a clatter as Ethan was pressed against the wall. The Rotters fingers pressed against his chest as it brought its teeth dangerously close to his face.

Ethan's eyes widened as the second Rotter brought them both to the ground. It scrambled for his legs as the first one snapped at his face. Ethan tried to shove a firearm under its neck, but could only told it slightly away from him. Ethan kicked at the second one with his feet as he felt a scream crawl up his throat.

He let it out with fear consuming his body. He kicked out at the second one, sending it reeling  backwards as the first one started to rip open Ethan's jacket. He didn't stop screaming, however, as he grabbed the Rotters clinging arms, and drug them towards him. This pulled the Rotters mouth away from Ethan's face as he rolled away from the fence.

He heard shouting on the other side of the fence. When he pulled away from the First Rotter Ethan went to kneel, but was grabbed from behind by the second one. A searing pain courses through his right shoulder as it sunk its teeth into it. Ethan let out another scream as he grabbed it by the head, and pulled it overtop of him.

A moment later, gunshots sounded from above dropping the two Rotters. Ethan pulled back in fear as he saw three guns pointed at him. He raised his hand to press against the bleeding wound on his shoulder. He held back another scream as pain lashed through it.

"Micheal! This one's been bit!" Shouted a make voice that Ethan didn't recognize.

I need to end it.

Ethan scrambled against the wall in search of his dropped gun. A few more gunshots went off as more Rotters lumbered towards him.

"What do we do with him?" The same male shouted.

Ethan found the gun hidden near a small weed patch, and he pulled it to his chest. He glanced up at the three people above him before holstering the pistol. He stood up, and looked at them all. Tears slipped down his face as he knew that he would be killed today. His thoughts changed a bit when Micheal came around the outside of the fence.

"Whatever your thinking now don't do it. I might be able to help you." Micheal said eagerly.

Ethan smiled shyly as he pulled out the gun, and pointed it at him, "Is that so?"

Micheal tensed up as he starred at the mess of a boy in front of him. "Yes. Now please don't point that at human beings."

"Your no human." Ethan spat out before putting both hands on the gun.

He pulled the cock back before falling to his knees. He let out a gasp as pain raced through his back, and chest. He looked down to see a hole in his jacket begin to seep with blood; his blood. His mouth went agape as he pressed his hand to it, having dropped the gun once he had fell.

He let out a forced breath as his vision flashed. He wavered in the air for a moment before taking another breath, and falling to the ground.

Michael turned to the three up top as he looked at the limp form, "You better not have killed him, or you would have doomed us all."

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Well, nobody died, yet....

This one took a bit longer as I didn't know how to play out shut last part.

I'm going to "love" those hate comments.

A few more chapters left.