Chapter Two -- Section Two

Nathan had finished packing what he thought would be useful in escaping the port city. After witnesses several countable horros, he felt he had no choice but to leave before those decrepit and disgusting creatures lay their hands upon him. Wielding a shotgun, he felt somewhat safe but not assured completely. As he cocked the gun, he felt the casing drop to the floor menacingly. The echo of the metal against the cool, hard floorboards struck Nathan immensely. He was a little disturbed, but he must keep his cool lest he die like all the other unaware people in the town.

He quitely crept out from the door of the pub. He looked to his left: nothing but fog and a few streetlights. He then look right: it was the main road, the way to salvation. Dotted along the side of the road were some homes, none of which look liked they were the victim of the monsterous invasion, thus it was safer to take that route. Along he scrawled about the side of the road, ever vigilant. He walked no more than fifteen meters when he heard hard footsteps in the distance behind him. The steps grew heavier and more numerous with every step Nathan took. He turned around to see the creatures have made their way for the homes on the side. In fear and disgust, he watched hopelessly as about forty beasts crammed into one home. Blood splattered on the attic garret. Blood ran through the walls, seeping out onto the side of the home. The atmosphere grew more punishing as he watched his fellow man slaughtered like nothing better than the ordinary farm animal.

"Sickening. Just absolutely horrifying. I cannot watch, I cannot. I must move on, move foreward." That was Nathan's mantra. He repeated it to himself as he slowly made his way towards the end of the main road. He found himself at a bend in the road. Their were trees decorating both sides of the road, thus he could not tell what lay behind them. Making this turn was dangerous but necessary. His heart pounded, harder and harder it pounded as his feet magnetically made their way to the bend. He could see freedom, but he could sense death.