no signs of injury at all. Confused, Chloe’s eyes shot to the open door where the infected vampire lay crumpled on the ground with his head pressed against the runner and his arm extended into the car. The gun he’d been holding was lying on the floor at her feet. Chloe gently pushed Tilly’s heavy form off of her legs and turned to Jared, whose unconscious body was prone on the seat beside her.
She reached out and placed her little hand on his shoulder, shaking him hard and fast in an attempt to wake him. Her heart jumped with hope at his moaned response.
“Uncle Jared? Please wake up, Uncle Jared,” Chloe begged; hearing another groan from the backseat.
“Ugh; what happened, kid?” the Elite soldier asked while he struggled to lift his heavy body.
“I, I don’t know. Everyone just, stopped,” she responded; her voice shaky.
Tilly let out a little whimper and her eyelids fluttered as she started to move beneath Chloe’s feet.
“Chloe, are you okay?” Jared moaned; as he started to come to.
More tears began to flow down her cheeks as he sat up, but this time they were tears of relief.
“What happened?” Erikson asked groggily from the driver’s seat. The Elite soldier climbed from the back of the car and stumbled to the infected vampire who remained unconscious, lying across the open door. Grabbing the back of his shirt, the soldier slid his limp body down to the asphalt.
“Who knows, but we’re not waiting around to find out,” the soldier replied; gripping his Glock firmly and taking aim at the vampire’s head. “Turn around and close your eyes, kid,” he commanded softly, looking at Chloe.
She did as requested, jumping as the quiet shot penetrated the air. Jared, now fully conscious, pulled Chloe into his arms and watched with amazement as Tilly struggled to sit up on her long, wobbly legs.
He held her close, stroking her soft hair and whispering words of comfort while the soldier walked around the vehicle and deposited silver bullets into the heads of two more of the infected. Jared’s eyes darted away in a panic as he searched for Cami, whom he was relieved to find walking shakily towards him, weapon in hand. He let out a long sigh and watched her step carefully over the body of another infected. The disoriented vampire made the mistake of groaning, drawing her attention as he struggled to move. Without looking down, Cami shot twice, both bullets finding purchase in the vampire’s skull.
Black wisps of smoke clouded the air surrounding the disintegrating bodies of the infected that were lying on the sidewalk and in the street; apparently another, and rather convenient, side effect of Lucias’s virus which made cleaning up the messy scene in the quiet neighborhood a lot simpler.
“Get them the fuck out of here now,” Cami ordered the soldier. As she locked eyes with Jared, an overwhelming sense of relief washed over her as she stared into his eyes. With a great deal of willpower, she tore her gaze away and rushed to Commander Claesson, who had managed to take out three more infected, all while leaning against the front vehicle just to keep himself upright.
“Nope, climb to the other side,” the soldier said; obeying Cami’s command as he pushed Erikson, who was attempting to climb down out of the vehicle, towards the passenger seat. “We’re leaving.”
“What about the others?” Erikson asked; moving slowly, still not fully recovered from whatever the hell had just happened.
“They’re covered,” the soldier replied; as he attempted to start the car. “Fuck,” he said, turning to Jared. “Change of plans; we have to get everyone to the other car, like yesterday,” he stated; before climbing out to help them.
They filed out of the SUV as Cami glared at the soldier. “I told you to get them out of here,” she growled.
“Car’s fucked. Won’t start, so we’re going to have to fit who we can into that one and the