ellιoт zιммerмan (elizimm) wrote in immunebackstory, @ 2011-09-29 19:07:00 |
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When their escort was killed, that's when Elliot knew he was going to die, and for once he was surprisingly calm about it. Maybe his gut feeling had been right, after all. The number of survivors was steadily dwindling. Elliot was hardly unaware that every day since his parents were killed could be his last. He hadn't taken any of those for granted. New York had seemed like the best place to go. The closest and safest, anyway, with its tall buildings that were like fortresses against the undead. Not every safe zone was impenetrable, however, as he soon learned on the afternoon the holy doors of Trinity Church were breached. As the undead poured in, two of the Immune held them off while the third ushered Elliot and the remaining survivors out the back entrance. The nearest safe zone was Carnegie Hall, an estimated four and a half miles away. Five years ago, that short of a distance wouldn't have been a problem, but now? Gaining even half a mile of distance would be a chore. For his part, the driver got them safely nearly half the way to Carnegie Hall before they encountered a road block made up of abandoned cars and the undead. Their sole Immune escort, the only person brave and capable enough to take on a horde of that size, sacrificed himself, but it was to the benefit of less than half of the escapees. As the only semi-clearheaded among them, Elliot managed to get his two remaining companions, an elderly woman in her fifties and a teenage boy, to the roof of the school bus. Zombies swarmed around the vehicle, making it sway as they struggled to reach the living survivors. Elliot fought to keep calm, thrusting at random with his crowbar. It was only a matter of time before they, too, were dead. |