Contagion part 2: A Rather Unpleasant Greeting

A crunch from the bushes in front of me drew my eyes from the dying man lying there. I looked up, and a man wearing a blue jacket and face mask walked out, brandishing a pistol and what appeared to be a homemade silencer. I had heard of these people, hunting hikers and killing them off one by one, avoiding police by living in the woods. I was sure he had fatally wounded this man. He raised the pistol, and I flinched backwards. Instead, he held it out at arms length, and fired twice at the man on the ground, killing him.

I yelled out, "What the fuck was that for?"

He looked up at me with a bored look on his face, as if nothing had happened.

"Well, he was gonna turn anyone, am I right? Decided to put him out of his misery."

"Turn to what?" I stuttered, still bewildered by what I had just witnessed.

"You know, the dead."

"What?" I blurted out, already questioning his sanity. He still seemed untouched by the incident.

"You know, the reanimated?"

 

Done