The Trotting Dead

by moench123

Story Break

"ok... entry 48, April 25th. Wednsday. 14 days since first recorded infection. Whoever made the infection is going to be pissed. im closing in on a.... wait... you hear that..." BOOOM! "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!? ... um entry 48, t.b.c." The radio transmission stays on as the voice runs away, then walking back slowly cursing to himself. "Entry 48 continued..." he sighs then continues. "that explosion was the lab. I forgot that the system uses the last few gallons of fuel to exterminate anything in the lab because once it runs out of fuel, it cant hold the infections in." he drinks somthing. alcohol maybe. then a loud noise then a voice.

"hey! let us in! none of us are infected! we have mares and fillies! let us in!" doors open then they walk in. The voice sighs then ends the radio transmission.