Still attaching blades to his car, as far as I can recall...

Alex Keyes

I arrived at the edge of town, and skidded to a halt. I got out, and Rover ran to my side.

Rover wasn't what made me get out of my car, though. The five trucks loaded with troops, the biker escorts consisting of armed soldiers on dirt bikes, and the extra troops inside various jeeps were what surprised me. They all had badges on their sleeves, showing that they were linked to the agency I worked for. "Aren't you early?" I shouted to them.

"Yeah, we are!" the leader shouted back from a jeep. "But you're just about to be very late!"

I realised what he meant by that just as every soldier raised his gun. "Shit..."

Looking around me for cover, I spotted a large rock. I scrapped that idea - they'd just circle round and kill me from both sides. I looked down at my car. No chance - they'd just riddle the thing with bullets, possibly blowing me up in the process. I saw the trees - excellent...

"Come on, Rover!" I said, running for the trees. Bullets took up parts of the road behind us as we went into the questionable safety of the trees.

I heard motorbikes behind me, and pulled a long piece of rope out from inside my jacket. A plan was forming...

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Three motorbikers rode down the forest path, their pistols in one hand, the other hand on the throttle. They were constantly on the lookout for any movement in the trees.

Suddenly, a rope concealed by the darkness caught them across their throats, sending them flying. They knocked themselves out on the ground, leaving their motorbikes to cannon into various trees.

I stepped out of the shadows, and picked up a bike. I went slowly through the trees, Rover following me, and made our escape. The soldiers never found us.

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A day later, I rode away from a farmhouse, minus Rover.

We had turned up at a farm, tired and hungry, and the owner of the house happily took us in. He didn't seem to care that I was a wanted criminal, and that Rover growled at the cat until it found somewhere to hide.

I explained to them what had happened to the city I had been in. They told me that the place had been under the control of a big corporation, who researched a lot in ways to bring people back to life. They took in my ragged appearance, the blood from the various undead I'd killed, and believed me when I said I'd been to hell and back.

They offered me money for Rover. I don't know why I declined - cash in my hand was one of the main things I needed right at that point. I guess it was because I knew that Rover didn't belong to me. I may be a wanted criminal, but I that doesn't mean I don't have...what d'you call 'ems...morals, I think.

What I didn't get was why the team attempted to kill me. I got a voicemail message from the person who pays me - he said that the group had nothing to do with him. I'm not totally sure I believe him.

Well, I thought, as I rode away, I'm back on the run again. But one thing is for sure - I'm not going to investigate a town full of undead again. If a situation like that came up again, I'll definitely hand myself over to the police. Life in prison seems better than life as a zombie.

END OF ALEX KEYES' STORY...FOR NOW...

This post has been edited by Keyes on August 04, 2005 02:35 pm