The easy banter continued for several minutes. The sound of a battery gun firing brought it to an abrupt halt.
Yvonne scanned the landscape using binoculars. “Are we under attack?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Lisa replied. “It was just a test, I think.”
I hope that was not my last time to laugh.
John tapped Luke’s shoulder. “Come on, lover boy.”
With that, Luke’s hand slipped from Lisa’s, and he followed John down the rampart..
Troopers were scurrying this way and that.
Luke tapped John’s shoulder. “Is that Tomas? Does he look okay to you?”
John gasped. “No, he doesn’t. There’s something weird about his gait. Is one leg fatter than the other?”
“Yes, it is,” Luke replied. “And one arm is misshapen.”
They looked knowingly at each other.
He has been infected.
They quicken their pace and head straight towards the ghoulish Tomas.
However, it seems to sense them and break out into a hopping sprint.
“He’s going to the command centre,” Johns roars. “It could be a suicide attack.”
But he runs past it and then into the tunnels.
The two men stop in front of it, panting in the extreme heat.
John looked over at Luke. “What do we do now?”
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