User:Cub McBub/Outbreak: Cub's Chronicle Volume II

This story is part of the Malton Chronicles. This story is fan-made, and is not officially part of any background history for Urban Dead.

Present Day: A Raid

Present Day…

Cub walked down the lonely dark street… arm extended back… being yanked by the weight of the red wagon he was pulling… a toolbox… radio… and three unloaded shotguns… all contributing to the load the boy was towing…

His other arm dandled in front of him… a pistol held in that hand…

The boy was just coming back from a typical raid. He had traveled a few blocks from the police station that he was using as a safe house to the old military fort. Those large complexes seemed to be a magnet for the Zeds.

Cub had walked down to the fort… and ran at the gatehouse. Finding three zombies there he started shooting… downing two before running low on ammo and energy…

This survivor was smarter now… “Don’t get carried away…” he would tell himself…

“Get out of the “hot” zone and into a safe house.” This typically meant that once Cub entered a “hot” area that the first thing he would do is plan his escape route… which meant finding a building close to the target that he could enter… not as easy as one would think… many buildings being barricaded to such an extent that is was impossible to enter…

Zombies are slow though… not only to move but also to react as well… so often Cub picked a building that the undead had already weakened or breached. Usually it was easy to run past them and enter the building… even Zeds inside the building where not difficult to avoid...

Once inside… this child found it easy to hop from building to building… without detection… and extract himself from the “hot” zone…

Of course… tonight was not typical… Cub got stuck outside on the way back from the fort… and now was walking in the middle of the street.

He wasn’t that worried though… at least not yet… Zeds seemed pretty scarce here… with most in this area concentrated in the fort and surrounding blocks… so he was fairly confident that he’d find a building he could enter.

Cub approached a damaged cinema… looking it over… he smiled…

“I wonder if there’s a generator… maybe I can watch a movie…” the boy’s lips scrunched for a moment… “Um… too many boards here… I’ll try around the back…”

This boy wheels his wagon up the alley between the cinema and the next building… Cub raises the pistol… ready... feeling ensnared in the walls on either side...

“Two shots… that’s all I have…”

He exhales in relief as he arrives at the back of the building… no one … or no THING … in sight…

Cub scans the rear of the building... and smiles as he notices a small opening where planks were nailed to a window frame… but appear loose…

He approaches the window… then stops in his tracks…

“shuoop ssshhuoop”

Cub lets go of the wagon… and raises his gun as he spins in the direction of the sound…

“ssshhhoouup”

“That dumpster… behind the booger dumpster!” he thought…

Cub just stood for a minute… thinking… indecisiveness gripping him… “What do I do? If I pull at the barricade to try to get in… it’ll hear… and probably attack… not good... especially if I’m halfway in. I’m getting too tired to look around much more for another building…”

Cub sighs… then straightens his back… approaching the dumpster… gun raised…

“Only two shots…”