I was so happy when he let me stay on watch with him. I was
useless with everything else, be it a rifle or a spanner, bandages or even body
disposal. I was a dead wait, one reason that the Zed are winning. Had I been a
great soldier, maybe the humans would be winning, or even a doctor, I can’t
stop thinking like that; even though I know it’s not my fault. When someone
dies, I can’t help feel I slowed the group down; I let them get the screaming
man or woman. Still, he asked if I want to stay on watch with him, and I
agreed. It was rather surprising, considering he was regarded by everyone as
the loner, the one who always voted to execute infected humans or nuke a
country, if we had a nuke. I was happier still when I noticed the hoard approaching
before he did.
There were plans to move before we saw them, but in winter,
the longer without a camp, the more chance of death, so we decided to wait for
the last moment. And that last moment was now. He had walked up to the tall-ish wall of
our camp at my cries, and regarded the horde coolly. At last I timidly offered
the opinion that “We should tell someone… if you want.”
He looked at me and said in a monotone sound, almost sadness,
“There moving too fast, we won’t make it in time without a distraction”
I tried to say ‘what distraction’ but found the rush of air
in my mouth as I fell forward over the wall clogged it as if it was full of
foam, and as I landed, I saw He was leaning back, and called “Now we have the
time”.
Then the hoard arrived. I was a suitable distraction.
