EP 2 - INTACT

                                    

                                          
APOCALYPSE REMEDY  |  THE SEQUEL
┏  EP 2: INTACT  ┓
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PREVIOUSLY ON . . .
── "So who's ready to save the world?" That was the last thing he remembers saying before plummeting into a sort of survival instinct. 
── "I won't let you get hurt," Wilbur tells him. "And I won't let them get to you. I promise you that."
── "There's bound to be some sort of abandoned shed or warehouse we could use as the Rehabilitation Grounds."
──"Wilbur, I... I can't help but notice, that I don't have darts—"
── And with this remedy in his hold — the serum with the power to cure the human race — he'll finally be able to put this damned apocalypse to an end. 
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TW: this chapter WILL contain GORE descriptions. a // will be put as a warning

There they are.
One by one, hidden half-submerged in the distance, comes pairs of contorted faces. Twilight's sprinkled with faint but froth-filled growls. Wilbur takes in the foul stench of death — as if the presence of those things bodies become one with the air, making the night reek of putrid decay. 
As the shadow-checkered creatures notice Wilbur and the vehicle, they pounce into action, chasing directly after them. As their bodies emerge from the darkness and into the vicinity of the light coming from Wilbur's headlight, their faces and figures become completely visible. He's able to count about three of them, chasing after the ute about 20 meters away.
He gulps, feeling his hand tremble slightly underneath the grasp of his gun. "Nobody shoot yet," he commands, "we have to get them closer to the warehouse."
	"I wouldn't be too fucking sure about that!" comes a cry from Schlatt, who's guarding the other side of the ute. Wilbur cranes his head around, noticing one of the creatures nearing quite close to the vehicle. A little too close for comfort. Quickly, he digs his hand into his back pocket, navigating for the walkie-talkie. As he does so, he turns his attention back to the three creatures chasing the ute.
	"Ty," he calls into the speaker as he pulls it out, "how much longer until—?"
	"Now!" comes an authoritative order from Ty on the ute's speakers, "we're at the warehouse! I'll slow down and you guys jump out!"
He shoves his walkie-talkie immediately back into his pocket upon hearing those words — he turns around, giving a determined glance at the boys as he grips his gun tighter than he's ever gripped before. The vehicle starts to slow down, and the creatures gain speed on them.
	"I'm going!" Connor yells, and that's the last thing Wilbur hears from him before he leaps off the back of the ute. Schlatt shoots Wilbur an enigmatic stare — unreadable from the darkness of the night — before yelling out some kind of war cry and following Connor's lead. 
	"Wilbur—" Tommy pleads. "Don't leave me here. Let me help, please—"
He doesn't hear the rest. Maybe that's because he's already jumped out.

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His entire side slams down onto the grass below, as if shoulder-charging the floor. For only a few fleeting moments, all he can feel is the dampness of the grass seeping through his jacket, accompanied by a midwinter chill running up his arm. Using his temporary numbness to pain as an opportunity, he plunges himself up with the force of his shoulder strength. Rolling across the grass, he leaps to his feet, and an inadvertent instinct kicks in his mind to regroup with Schlatt and Connor.