Chapter 11: Pineview Village
Still scared, Ethan drove the jeep, following the motorcycle of the man who had saved them from that hellish place where he worked. The word "worked" was still strange to him; he never thought that today would be his last day of work. They also didn’t have much time to ask Rick if this was just temporary and if it happened only in this region.
But when he remembered that earlier today someone from the capital said they were having some serious problems, he could only imagine that it had something to do with this terrible disease. His hands still trembled slightly on the steering wheel as he thought about the people who were devoured alive in front of him.
"Hey, where do you think you’re going?" the soldier who was in the passenger seat next to him asked.
"Hmm? Oh, I forgot, you haven’t been informed yet... We’re following the Fireman, he has a safe place..."
"There’s nothing in that direction other than villages and forests... We should go to the Northwest, there’s a real military base there. Among them are the best soldiers who were selected to be part of the second colonization group—"
"You bastard, you tried to kill me!" The mechanic shouted, pointing his finger at the man in the suit. "Hey, calm down, it was just an accident, I tripped in my despair..."
The man replied calmly with a sly smile...
"Nonsense... You’re a murderer!"
The argument made Ethan look at the four people in the back seat when he noticed the confusion forming. He saw the receptionist, head down, squeezed between the two who were fighting, and then he noticed something strange. Next to the man in the suit, the other soldier had one of his arms hanging out of the jeep’s window, and his head hung as if he were unconscious.