Infected: Off the Block

Infected: Off the Block

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Genre: Thrillers

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This classic zombies story takes place in a poor neighborhood, where survivors...well survive. The street is bordered off, and no one is allowed in. Whoever leaves the block, is not allowed back either. With all this in mind, Josh and others rebel against the "leaders" of the neighborhood block. But they don't realize that they have started a war with the street.
The infected are canabalistic, dead humans who can only thrive in the dark. Meaning they dwell in the darkness, so any where with bright light is safe. So once night falls, you best be hiding inside somewhere.
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Summary


This classic zombies story takes place in a poor neighborhood, where survivors...well survive. The street is bordered off, and no one is allowed in. Whoever leaves the block, is not allowed back either. With all this in mind, Josh and others rebel against the "leaders" of the neighborhood block. But they don't realize that they have started a war with the street.
The infected are canabalistic, dead humans who can only thrive in the dark. Meaning they dwell in the darkness, so any where with bright light is safe. So once night falls, you best be hiding inside somewhere.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Crash

Author Chapter Note

Josh rides the bus to school, but it crashes. Not only is the disease spreading, which he has no idea of, but his neighborhood is extremely far from the school, which is where the bus had crashed near. He decides to make a quick stop at the "abandoned" school for aid, but sees a shocking site.

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Submitted: May 24, 2017

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Chapter 1: The Crash

Josh, no matter if he admits it or not, is a poor boy. Parents dead after many years. Patrick, his older brother taking care of him at home, with a minimum-wage paying job. However Josh is still in middle school, meaning he is not even old enough to apply for any jobs. Of course, as soon as he joins high school, he will try to help the brothers live. Times are hard, especially in the area Josh lives in because his school is filled with A honor-roll kids who compete for top ten every year. Josh is what you call an "average" kid, 70s his lowest grade, and 90s are his highest. However, Josh is book-average, but in person, he is well educated. Educated socially, that is. He can judge people very well. Where he lives is what you call the "hood." So, growing up there has aided him socially, and has given him common-sense within the streets and life in general. 

I just need a big change in life, Josh thinks. And what he wishes comes true. 

BOOM! CLUNK! CRUNK! CLASH!

"OH SHIT!" Josh hears shouted from a girl in glasses near the front of the bus. The bus tips over on it's side, slamming everyone to the right side of the bus! The person sitting to the left of Josh, on the other side of the row of seats, falls many feet across to Josh, forcing him up against the window, which is now facing the hard rocky ground. 

OUCH! Is all Josh can think, for broken glass has just scratched his forehead open. Blood has rushed down his face and into his nose and mouth. It's not a lot, but very thick against his skin. The person on top of him will not move.
"Dude, will not No response, scared Josh. Please...don't be dead, he thinks. Not only is the glass broke, but the ground is so rocky, adding the fact that this boy on him is about two-hundred pounds. Josh honestly believes he might just get crushed to death.

He hears a couple of moans and foot-steps and clutter throughout the bus. There aren't many people in the bus, for it's very early morning, maybe about five, including Josh and the bus-lady. 

"HELP!" Josh screams. And when he does, he hears very fast foot-steps. 
"I'm coming bro, as soon as I fucking climb these seats." The voice belongs to Adam, a short kid in the 7th grade. 
"I'm over here, just follow my voice."
"Dude, you act as if I can't see, I just can't fucking climb these dumb seats."
"How tall are you, Jesus? Hurry, this kid is knocked out I think, and he's crushing me!"
"Coming!"
Many more louder foot-steps and short boy groans here-and-there.

CLANK! CRASH! 

"Aww shit!"
"What happened?" Josh shouts.
He hears no response, just the sound of scraping metal and rubber tearing.
"Dude, you there? You ok?"
"Yea, the seats just fucking fell on me from the roof!" 
"Dammit, then I'll come." Josh shouts. 

The kid sounded like he was at the way end of the bus. Josh finally pushes the boy on him to the side far enough that Josh can move. He climbs the seats upside down, using his feet as hooks and his hands as lifts. He finally curves his body over the seats, and is out of the predicament. He gets a view of the entire bus. Basically, the bus has fallen onto its right side, so the roof is now what used to be the left side. At the back of the bus, the seats on the roof had fallen. That's where the other boy is, Josh thinks.
"Okay, dude, I'm coming!"
"Alright, man. Honestly, I think you're gonna need to just go get help."

Josh ignores what he says and travels across the bus, jumping over seat after seat, making sure he doesn't fall into a row and into the sharp-shattered glass against the rocky floor. Josh arrives to the last seats of the bus and sees the boy.
"Oh my god, dude! You're really stuck in there."
"I told you to just go get help, dude!"
"I wanted to help you!"
"You honestly think you can just pull me out of this cluster-fuck of seats and not fall in yourself? Just go get help, it's starting to get tight in here..."
"Okay, dude, just stay here-"
"No shit."
"I'll be back."
"You better."

And with that, Josh jumps/climbs his way through the bus. He sees the boy who had fallen on him, is now waking up. 
"What happened?"
"Bus crash, climb your way out." Josh says. He continues across the bus and sees another student. At first, Josh thinks the student is asleep, but, with all the blood visible, he realizes that the student is dead.
"Oh my gosh." He says in a low, shallow voice.
"What? What is it?" Adam yells. 
This is the fourth time Josh has seen a dead body, so he doesn't really puke from the smell, nor does he cry. Living in the "hood" makes you used to this stuff, I guess, Josh thinks. The death was caused by multiple stab wounds via shattered glass. 

"Guys, someone is dead..."
"Wait what? Are you being for real?" The boy who had woken up asks.
"Yeah," Josh replies. "There's a lot of blood."

Josh finally reaches the front of the bus. As a reminder, the bus is tilted over on its right side; therefore, the exit doors are now blocked with rock and dirt, and unless Josh is willing to dig a very thick and long tunnel, he is not escaping.

Josh looks to the seat that the bus-driver is supposed to be sitting in, but sees no woman. He looks out through the window and into the street and sees the bud-driver dead in a pool of blood on the road.
"Jesus," Josh whispers in shock. 

"HURRY BRO! The glass just cut me, and the seats are getting tighter! Run dude!" Adam yells. 
"OK!" Josh replies.

The window of the bus was shatter from when the bus-driver flew out, but it is not wide enough for Josh to fit through, so he quickly tries to find anything to break the glass. He finds a broken lever and uses it. He leans back as far as he can, the broken seats stopping him from going much farther, to block the glass from flying towards his face. He has no idea how the glass is going to react; he can either get cut to shreds, or get away scratch less. He softly throws the lever, shattering some glass. Luckily, the glass did not fly, it just shatterd toward the ground; leaving an opening barely wide enough for him to squeeze through. He climbs over all the buttons and levers and the busted-up-engine and into the window. His foot does get stuck in the loose air-bag, which he manages to get out. He transforms his body and squirms his way through the window as if a circle is squeezing into a square opening. He also breaks off a few more glass from the window, cutting him self all over. Squeezing through the glass is not easy at all, because not only is the glass opening small, but the bus is tilted over, so gravity is pulling him towards the glass. He painfully squeezes himself out the window and falls to the ground. Then he lifts his shirt and sees all the slices the glass did to his body. It hurts of course, but they are not severe cuts; they are bleeding, but not much. In fact, the only place Josh is bleeding terribly from is his face, when the glass had cut his forehead in the crash.

The sun is shining very bright that morning. He picks up a big broken glass piece and observes himself in the reflection. What a mess, he thinks. The cut on his forehead has created a stream of blood flowing down his eyes and nose, dripping off his chin. He wipes the entire stream off his face with his shirt. Now his shirt is covered in dirt, sweat and blood.

First thing he sees is a bunch of stores that are closed. The streets are empty and the street-lights aren't working. Very strange, Josh thinks. If he had a phone, he would call the cops. He does not see any store open, so he decides to very quickly run to the school. It's not that far, but will take some time. Even if it was not that far, leaving the kids in the bus, dying, makes everything longer. Josh runs extremely fast, using his thoughts of the kids and how it's all on him to help. 

The plan was for him to run to the front office and tell the receptionist what happened. But when he arrives at the school and sees no cars, he starts to panick. Is there school today? He asks himself. Of course there is, why else would the bus-driver pick us up? And why would there be other kids on the bus too? Nonetheless, he still walks into the school, but it's quiet. There are no lights on either. This is so strange, he thinks. And it really is. 

That's when he looks to his right, towards what should be the receptionist, but sees a river of blood.
But not just a river of blood—like someone murdered a human and dragged their body towards the hallway.


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