We plan to aviod Madrid via Salamanca, Valladolid, Zaragoza and then onto Pau in France.
We never saw any infected on the journey, but then again we didn't see much at all thanks to the infectious fog.
We arrive in Pau, a French millitary safe zone. They provide food, clothing and protection by building a 20ft wall all around the the city made out of everything threy could find, trains, cars and busses. They even have a few boats in it. We drive though some massive solid iron gates and are checked for infection, just like Hawaii.
Our plan is to stay here till the infection passes by.
It's been months, All is gone, we have no chance. Out of my team I now have 2 left, 3 including myself. Our food is low and the thin air on the Alps is tough to live with. I think we are going back down to civilisation and getting our asses Australia. Sounds hard...well in that in reallity it's a million times harder.
DecentAs we get lower, the clouds go back over our heads, the dark, dead cities feel empty. No infected to be seen.
We hear a whining sound, A dog! The dog turns to us, its eyes blood red. It jumps on Ken begins ripping him to pieces. Jake shoots the dog off Ken, but its too late, he is gone. Jake continues shooting the dog, but then a loud scream in the distance. The sound of thousands running. They have found us!
We run upto the nearest office block. The doors a locked. I kick though a window beside the door and we run in and up the stairs. The infected are definately in the building, Their scent endulging all fresh air we once breathed. We get up onto the roof and slams the door shut. It doesnt look like it will hold.
I run and grab a long plank and push it across the gab between the our building at the one across the road. Slowly Jake crawls onto the plank and eventually gets to the other side. Now it's my turn...The rooftop door smashes open, zombies pour out. I grab my guns and run to the plank. No time to crawl, I have to run it. I climb up onto the ledge and put my left foot fowards and run, not thinking what would happen if i did it, but what would happen if i didn't do it. The plank slips just as I make a jump for the ledge of the other building. Jake pulls me up as the plank along with a few zombies falls down the gap slamming into a dozen of the thousands of zombies on the streets.
We quickly head for the fire escape and climb down into a back alley. We are careful not to shoot, but to run. Shooting only attracks the the basterds, and we in this enclosed space. Thats the last thing we want.
Out of the CityFinaly leaving Pau, we head straight for the nearest dock. We plan to escape by boat and hope where ever we end up is safe. We are as south has you can get in france, We can see the ocean in the distance over the many fields. After 2 days of zero sleep we arrive at the Docks. We take a boat and drive us way out to see before turning off the engine and having a damn well deserved nap. Nothing can get us out here. This is as safe as it gets, but we will need to get food, only 1 weeks worth of food left. We try to stay possitive, telling each other jokes, and just trying to remember what the world used to look like.
