Revolution: The New World

2 Days Later

June 27, 2075

1900 CDT

The Undead Forest, Near Mexico City

Sonya Grey's Point of View

“Hurry!” General Farrington yells the moment we arrive at the entrance to The Undead Forest and hop off of our motorcycles.

“That’s quite an unpleasurable sight!” Anna yells as she points at our new guests.

Shit!

“Look out!” Billy yells as he alerts us to the hundreds of zombies inside the entrance of the forest.

Zombies at our twelve and Scorpios at our six! As I remember, The Scorpios resemble the South African Fattail Scorpion, only these creatures are far more deadly. Black gooey oozing skin and flesh, about the size of a bulldozer, fast as a horse at top speed, capable of scaling up surfaces, two razor-sharp pincers, an extremely lethal poison tail that can also shoot out skin melting acid, a hard protective shell to protect the top of its body, but luckily and intriguingly, it’s the only mutated unequipped with teeth.

These bastards don’t even have teeth to eat people with, but they still mindlessly murder for shits and giggles like the rest of the zombies. But as terrifying as they are, they share the same weakness as all mutated! Its brain is located in a narrow gap under its shell, directly behind its ugly fucking face, directly in its kill zone.

“Ready?!” General Farrington orders us as we all prepare our new gadget. “Now!”

Bullseye! Anna and the General’s Lightning Bolt, high-powered and rare grappling hooks, landed right on the tree branch.

“NO!” Billy yells out as he misfires.

Oh my fucking god.

“Billy!” Anna and General Farrington cry out.

“Damn it!” Billy yells as he reels his Lighting Bolt back to try again.

He doesn’t see them!

“Billy, look out!” I say.

Shit! Too close! A Scorpio almost impaled his chest with its deadly tail. He would’ve been a goner if I hadn’t pushed him out of the way.

“Indigo, I…!” Billy says as he fumbles with the Lightning Bolt.

“Billy, get the fuck outta here!” I yell.

Bringing him along was a mistake.

“I’m sorry,” Billy whines as he zips away to safety.

“What are you doing?!” General Farrington yells out to me.

A Scorpio to my three, two fast approaching from the desert, and thousands of zombies in the forest.

They’re all unknowingly about to be turned into mincemeat, courtesy of my Halo’s Alpha and Omega.

“Hey!” I yell.

Someone just swooped down from the trees and grabbed me?!

“You’re very brave for a lady!” My next victim says as we land on a tree branch.

I’m not fucking stupid. I know exactly what you’re after.

Underestimating a victim because of their sex is a stupid move, which is why you’re now pinned to the ground with a blade to your neck.

“Hands above your head, slowly,” I say to him.

A simple slice to his windpipe would be all it takes to end him if he doesn’t comply. He’s an older black guy with rough-looking black hair, a brown cowboy hat, black eyepatch, and a large beard. He’s wearing a brown cloak and dark blue jeans. His poor life decisions have led him here, alone in the dark forest surrounded by zombies as he wonders, when. When is this little girl going to slice my throat open? It’ll be any moment now.

Wait a second. This guy looks familiar. And, that eyepatch. That bulletproof vest. This technology. Could it be?

“You first!” A boy yells from a nearby tree branch.

“We have your friends! Let him go!” A girl says as she points a gun at my captured friends.

“Sonya… Grey?” My captive asks in a curious tone.