Chapter 46 - 42: Assault on a Piece of Heaven pt.2 (1/2)

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(Rudy Gaines POV)

As I ducked down, pulling Gertrude with me, she looked at me with confusion. As she was about to whisper, I quickly put my index finger to my lips to signal her to remain silent.

What was going on outside was clearly a one-sided massacre, and it didn't help the fact that what was lurking in the darkness was something new and terrifying. All I could tell from my quick glimpse at them from the second story window was they were partially rotten yet strong, making them clearly undead. They weren't just normal undead, specifically the long large one on the roof across the street from us. I still swear that it looked directly at me.

I made sure to signal Gertrude to remain silent as, at the moment, I didn't know what this new wave of undead variants could do. From what I remembered, James had told me how the spiderlings moved about like spiderman on crack and could use spider webs as well. As far as I could see from the window, there were about 14 to 15 new variants, and each had varied differently.

As I look at Gertrude, I start using the sign language she taught me to tell her what I saw. She only knew sign language as it was needed to talk to one of her children who was deaf. After losing her deaf child, she didn't see much use for it until, on one mission, I mention how useful it would be to have learned it for when we went on missions to gather supplies in heavily infested areas that she began teaching me.

”Stay silent and move with caution: a giant and large undead on the roof across the street. There's a large horde on the streets, so quiet movements only,” I say in badly worded sign language as I was still getting used to it.

As she watched what I was saying, she nodded and said in sign language, ”Okay, we have to escape, so what about making it to the truck and driving to Black Site. If the dead can walk past whatever mystical threshold that held them back before, then most likely Black Site is under attack. We have to save Susie before it's too late.”

After seeing and understanding what she was saying, I quickly responded by saying, ”One step at a time. First, we have to find a way to the truck without being found or bringing attention to ourselves. We can't save everybody, so whoever we come across or manages to hop in without us slowing down in the truck is who we save. Oh, and remember no shooting unless necessary.”

She nods, and we make our way through the house in what clothes we could throw on and proceed to make our way to the ground floor where we see a broken window. It didn't take a genius to know that someone, better yet, something was in the house with us.

The smart thing to have done was to silently check the other rooms on the second floor with caution even though we were supposed to be the only ones in the guest house, but then again, our goal wasn't to secure the house; it was to get the hell out.

The guest house was a standard 4 bedroom 2 bathroom house with a bas.e.m.e.nt that was used just for storage. There were two rooms on the ground level and two on the second floor that we didn't want to sleep on since it reminded Gertrude of her old home where her kids shared rooms on the second floor. Still, I convince her to sleep on the second floor for once, this time through my persistence.

Our current objective was to simply sneak out the back door without fighting the zombie that was in the house. The only problem is that the backdoor was located in the kitchen past the second room on the ground level. I didn't mind that little detail, but when I heard things being broken and thrown around in it, that was a different story. As we approached the room, we could see that the door was opened when it was closed before, as Gertrude had made sure of that all door in the house was closed after being compelled by her OCD.

To be honest, it didn't make much sense to me why a zombie would have opened the door here when it had broken the window in the living room to get in. They usually claw or break their way in, so something this time was different to me.