Rain of Rebuilding Hope III

Dayken slowly opened his eyes. His mind felt foggy and he couldn’t figure out where he was at first, but then it came back to him all at once. He was in the truck, with Brody. They’d been out scavenging all day, and were headed back to their base with the few things they’d found when Brody had wrecked the truck. They’d hit something, but his brain was too foggy to remember.

It came to him slowly, with the sounds at the door next to him ringing loudly in his ear. It was a combination of growling, scraping and pounding. The biters. When he looked to his right, he saw his door overwhelmed with them. They were growling, snapping, and trying to get into the truck. He wasn’t sure how they’d been kept out before now, but it was just a matter of time before they got in.

He looked to his left. Brody was still unconscious, and there was blood running down his face. He nudged the younger man and said his name over and over again, but got no response. He slammed a fist against the steering wheel. “Brody, come on man! I need you. Wake up!” There was no way he could fight the biters alone, but even if Brody came to and was able to fight, there were so many of them, they weren’t likely to win. Still, he couldn’t just give up either. It wasn’t in his nature.

The scraping sound grew louder, and he realized they were trying to scrape their way through the door. It was holding for now. He drew in a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. He had to find a way to wake up his partner. They’d been sent on a mission, and the team would be in grave danger if they didn’t return. Things were dangerous enough as it was, but losing the two of them and the few supplies they’d found would mean near certain death for the others.

He nudged the younger man again, this time a little harder. “Brody! Wake up!” There was still no response. He leaned over and laid on the horn. The man stirred, but didn’t open his eyes. Outside the truck, the biters began to climb on the hood, shaking the vehicle as they began pounding on the already fractured windshield. “Oh man, come on! You gotta wake up.”

The windshield cracked further with the weight of the biters on it. Dayken looked around the truck for their weapons. Their guns lay in the backseat, out of reach. Not that it mattered anyway. There were too many of them. They didn’t stand a chance. He tried to breath deeply, but his heart was racing and it was hard to stay focused. The windshield cracked a little more and began sinking in towards them under the weight of the biters.

Dayken unbuckled his seatbelt and tried to move to the backseat, but he couldn’t get out. The airbag and something in the front of the vehicle blocked him. He looked to his right again and realized the door was now covered with biters trying to get in. The door was wiggling as they tried to get in, and began to open. He closed his eyes, waiting for death, waiting for whatever came after.