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I am thinking about changing this story to first person. Please leave a comment if you want it to be changed OR if it should stay in third person. Please also leave a comment on how I did so I can improve for the future :3. Thanks for reading! I listened to a thousand songs so I don't know which one to pick so no youtube video today.

Part 1: http://www.sofurry.com/page/282350/user

Infected

Robert and Rust trailed down the hall with their newly found weapons, baseball bats. "Something is not right." Thought Robert as he walked down the hall past people running past him. The dark atmosphere of the halls was quiet. It's almost like the carnage stopped. "I don't know where the infected are." Robert said as he looked over to his fox partner Rust.

"Me either, I don't like the feeling of-"

BANG!

Then another, another, and another. "Somebody has a gun." Robert said as he turned over to Rust. Hopefully they can tell the difference between furs and infected. Screams rang out across the hallway, a bright flash reflected off the marble floor in the school. They were very close by. "Shit, we might want to start moving unless we want to get hit in the crossfire." Rust said while tightening his grip on the baseball bat. Robert nodded, looking over toward the hallway. But they were too late in getting out of the way of the gunman. It was a wolf, senior, 5'4 with grey fur and a muzzle. That was not what Robert and Rust were paying attention to though, it was the very shiny metallic weapon he was holding. It was a magnum; wherever he got it he must know how to use it. The wolf was pointing it around franticly, trying to decipher what is good and what is evil.

Then he spotted Robert and Rust.

"NOD! YOU BETTER NOD OR YOUR HEAD IS GONE!" He said franticly as he panted loudly, pointing the gun threateningly at them. Rust nodded quickly but Robert did the one thing not to do to someone who is panicking, reason with them. "Come on man, why don't you just calm down. We all have our-"A silver object was pushed under Robert's chin at the very second. Robert said the wrong thing.

"Shut up, you don't know what I have been through! How much blood I have seen! I have seen it all. IT ALL! You better just be quiet now, otherwise a bullet will go right though your skull! You will never walk out of here." The wolf said insanely, threatening them psychologically. Robert imagined the wolf pulling the trigger, feeling the bullet go through his skin. Then it would pass threw his brain tissue, instantly killing him. He flinched at the thought of it. Robert looked over to see Rust standing in silence, pondering on what to do next. Robert knew what he had to do. He had to disarm the wolf somehow before he does something crazy. Robert felt time go by slowly, his adrenaline started to kick in. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and fell to the floor with a splat.

"Sorry kid." Robert mumbled. Robert grabbed the gun the wolf's was holding and tilted it back quickly into his muzzle; a loud crack rang out in the building. The wolf yelled in pain and took a swipe with his claws. Robert felt long claws swiping his shoulder. Robert put a paw to stop the flow of blood outward and aimed the gun at the wolf. "Now how about we stop this fight."

Silence was bestowed around the building. The tapping of feet even ceased. Rust stood speechless. A click of the back of the gun being forced downward. A bullet was in the chamber. "One shot could end this." Robert thought, "That's all it would take." But something was telling him that killing the wolf would just cause more problems. He also does not deserve to die.

"Don't do it Robert. We don't need any more bloodshed." Rust said calmly, walking over to Robert. He was right; nothing good can come out of this. Robert lowered the gun away from the wolf's head. A red liquid fell out of Robert's shoulder and fell to the floor. Robert saw duck tape on one of the lockers and instantly wrapped it around his shoulder, stopping the flow of the precious liquid. Robert put the gun away in his pocket. The wolf then got up and ran off down the halls, his paws echoing loudly.

"Good thing we did not attract the infected to this place." Robert said to Rust. Then Rust broke out in a huge grin.

"True. Where did you learn to fight like that anyhow?" Rust said, looking over to Robert grinning.

"Grand Theft Auto." Robert answered back. They both had a good laugh. At least this was lighting things up. Maybe there was hope after all.

"So what is our next move?" Robert asked Rust curiously. "I don't know." Rust said. Then Robert's eyes lit up.

"THE PARKING LOT!" Robert shouted. "I should have known."

Rust was taken by surprise by this statement. Then he figured out Robert's plan.

"We can take a car! Our houses are not that far by. Maybe we can get lucky and find one with their doors unlocked! Or we can just get one by breaking open the window...." Rust said.

"Do you know how to pick a lock Robert?"

Robert shook his head, his gray fur moving back and forth. "I never was taught. But I was told I was a quick learner." Robert said while strolling down the hall. Maybe he can brighten up the situation. They have not encountered too many infected yet. Perhaps there are also more survivors. Then Robert thought about the outbreak. It happened an hour ago and people were unprepared. Shit already hit the fan. And the parking lot might be overrun with infected. As if Rust knew what Robert was thinking, he forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, we came prepared." As Rust looked at his baseball bat. His eyes then moved to Robert's revolver.

"Do you even know how to shoot that?" Rust said. The image that was forming in Rust's head was Robert aiming the revolver, but then hitting himself in the muzzle. Robert quickly said,

"I have a little bit of gun training." Robert said as he took the deadly weapon out of his pocket. Robert looked at the silver as he held it. The cracks and crevices were more noticeable now that he was looking closely. He was holding a weapon that was used to killing. It was used to seeing the enemy's eyes widen in shock, and then fear, then nothingness as a bullet ripped through their head. It was used to taking away someone's future when put in the wrong hands. Robert pushed the horrible thoughts out of his brain. They were not going to use the weapon for evil. They were going to use it to survive. Robert clicked open the spinning chamber, checking the amount of bullets. They had six to spare.

"You ready to head out Rust?" Robert asked. Rust nodded, and looked in the general direction of the parking lot. "All hell will break loose if we walk in that direction. You sure you want to do this?" Rust asked while looking over to Robert worryingly.

"Yes, we must."

"Then let's go."

Robert and Rust ran past the white colored halls, the sound of their feet echoed everywhere. If the infected are nearby, they know that someone is in their territory. Then, right before they made it to the double doors that led to the parking lot, something let out a moan. It chilled the wolf and the fox to the bone. A body that was lying on the floor started to get up. Robert shrieked loudly, and the bloodshot eyes of the bird looked at him hungrily. It wanted Robert to become it. When it ran closer, Rust started to move backward. Blood droplets came from the infected bird's beak as it yelled loudly, diving for Robert. Robert dived out of the way, and looked over to see Rust blocking the bird from biting him.

"NO! I won't lose Rust too!"

Robert aimed the revolver at the bird's head. He lined up the shot. The white dash was aimed on the infected bird's head, right above the temple. Robert felt his paw's shaking, and put a paw underneath the gun to keep it balanced. He was scared, petrified to move. "It used to be a fur. It used to be someone." Robert mumbled.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ROBERT?!? SHOOT IT! IT'S NOT A FUR ANYMORE!" Rust shouted loudly as he pushed it back with his bat.

Rust was right. It was not one of them anymore. The fur was trapped inside his own body, but no longer owned it. Robert aimed again, putting a paw under the gun to stop it from shaking. He pulled down the back with a click. A claw on the trigger, he breathed deeply, and took the shot. A loud explosion came from the end of the gun. Smoke moved from the top of the muzzle, and moved upward, floating out into the sky at a safe distance from everything. The bullet ripped through the infected fur's head. A clean shot.

Robert sat down on the marble floor.

"I just...killed someone." Robert said while putting his head in his arms.

"So much blood..."

Rust walked over to Robert, and put a hand on his shoulder. "You ended the bird's misery. He can no longer suffer. He was dead when he got the disease; it just took over his body. You did what you had to do."

Robert felt a something warm moving down his cheek. It mixed with the blood that was dotted around it. The thing moving down his cheek was a single tear. "I...don't know if I can move on. Go on without me. I can't do this." Robert said while sobbing. It was a sad site. They were so close, but the thing that was blocking them from their destination was their own emotions.

"Do you think I enjoy this? Killing things that were once people? Of course not, but it's what we have to do."

"At least promise me this Rust. You must stand by my side, no...no matter what happens." Robert stuttered between sobs.

"Forever."

Rust extended a hand to Robert. Robert took it, and pulled himself up. "I am not going to die here." Robert thought, "They used to be furs, but they are no longer." Robert pulled Rust into a hug then they opened the doors to the parking lot. "This time, I won't hold back." Robert said while gripping the magnum. Five shots were all he had. He cannot miss. The metal became one with him. He was going to have to kill the dead to survive. Like distant memories, the infected walked. They looked like shells of their former life, unable to die. Moving around the area like prisoners of their own body. A loud, blood stopping moan arouse from one of the infected throats. They had to run through that to get to a car. The car they spotted was a Mustang GT, slim, fast, and reliable. It would get them away from this hell. Robert slowly aimed the pistol upward toward a fox that was limping towards them. If that fox caught a hold of any part of Robert's shirt, he would instantly bite him. The infection would then spread across his body. An extreme pain in the nervous system would be present. Then 10 seconds later if he was bitten he would go numb. "Robert" would have died; his body would then rise from the ground, attacking anything that was in his general vicinity. The fox looked up at him. His clothes were ripped, his eyes bloodshot, his fur underneath was stained an eerie purple. He was not a fur anymore.

Robert knew the stakes. He dodged the fox's grab, and ran past the fox. A loud crack was soon present as Robert pushed his elbow into the fox's back, the force knocking the fox head first into the concrete. A sickening crack followed as bone fused with concrete. The infected fox's skin was weaker due to the virus only focusing on one main focus, the brain. His bones were also brittle due to the disease moving in the body. The infected fox's skull was instantly smashed, the brain destroyed by the impact that would have been minimal to a fur. It lay limp.

Many more infected looked over to see one of their own down. They started to limp their way over towards Robert with hands open, wanting to be satisfied with a hunger they had. Robert pulled out the magnum, aimed, and fired the last five shots. Two made contact, hitting the infected fur's heads. A red mist soon followed. Rust was busy with the baseball bat, hitting anything that moved toward him. They were 50 meters from the Mustang. So close, yet they were so far. Robert ran for the car, using all the stamina that was left in him. Robert dived for window, and using his magnum like a blunt object, took the bottom, and hit the window with all his might. It shattered instantly into pieces, the car alarm piercing the silence of the situation. Robert quickly got the car unlocked. Acting instinctively, Robert hotwired the car, and connected the red wires to the rightful place to stop the alarm. It quickly stopped. And the car roared to life.

When Robert looked up, he saw Rust being chased by the undead. The car alarm must have got their attention. Rust opened the door shouting at Robert, "DRIVE!" Robert floored it; he felt the power of the car and of what potential it had. It was being used for something totally different then what it was used to, survival.

Robert and Rust took off across the parking lot. A few unfortunate undead were in the way, their heads hitting the windshield. Robert made a hard left to leave the parking lot, getting on the main roads that lead out of the school district.

"What do we do now?" Rust asked while polishing off his baseball bat. It took a real beating.

"I have some supplies at home that we can check out. We might find something useful. Then we will check on our parents." Robert said while looking out the window to see smoke pilling up. All hell was breaking loose. The towns are probably being the worst hit. It would be in their best interest not to go there.

Rust looked out the window worryingly. He was thinking about his parents. "What if they are dead?" Rust thought. "No, I must not think that." He quickly shook the horrible image away. They were safe.

For now.