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approaching. The sound of that distinctive scream had been locked in a dark corner of my memory and I associated it with a surreal shadowed perception of the world around me . A dark closet full of nightmares.
    It was unreal, in the first wave the infected were miles away and they couldn't get to me . But now they were close, out there in the hills, and they seemed to be growing in number.
    Me and a few others walked outside into what was now a dark parking lot and listened. The screams were growing, overlapping more, it sounded like there were many voices and although still faint, they were getting louder.
         Time passed slowly, agonizingly slow as we waited for the appearance of the infected. like a horror film, an overwhelming feeling of doom grew as the minutes passed.
    From the parking lot I could see the edge of the tree line bordering the town. The woods continued east, in the direction we had heard the screams. I t was maybe 100 yards from the bar and dimly lit by a street light that was close by.
    The screams had stopped abruptly only a few minutes before, and the last we heard before the infected appeared was coming from the top of the ridge across town .
    “ Shit! ” a man next to me whispered loudly. “ something is moving in the tree line ” .
    I thought to myself that it m ay be just a coyote or a bobcat. The area was full of wildlife. Often people would run into  bobcat, Mt. Lion and even the occasional bear.
    “ Look, look, look! ” the man said “ right there ” .
    Then we saw it, stumbling from the shadows. A figure clumsily walked into the dimly lit area under the street light. A man stood there , dressed in a fire fighters uniform with a bright orange vest and ropes slung over his shoulders. It had to be a member of the rescue team that was out looking for the survivors of the crash.
    I squinted as the figure slowly lumbered out of the trees. He was limping and seemed confused and clumsy, like he didn ’ t have control of his limbs completely.
         I realized almost too late that we were standing in plain site under the outside lamp of the bar. The figure hadn't seen us yet. I hit the man next to me with my left arm .
    “ RUN! ” I whispered as loudly as I dared.
    I slipped into the parking lot and stepped into the shadows of a large SUV.
    “ Screech! ” a loud short scream penetrated the dark. The figure was infected, and had spotted the people in the parking lot. The scream was a loud and terrifying scream that summoned other infected out of the woods .
    The tree line erupted with movement as a dozen silhouetted figures came sprinting out of the woods. Some were the search and rescue people judging by their uniforms. I could clearly make out the white smocks of the four missing bodies from the bus crash. B ut there were others, in regular clothes.
    I assumed this group had been collecting victim's as they made there way across the five or so miles between the crash and town. The terrain was steep and there were several valleys in between that contained homes. These people were now pouring out of the woods, covered with blood, screaming a hideous scream and heading towards the bar.
    I watched from the shadows as the others in the parking lot were overtaken. They attacked in a bloody frenzy, like sharks feeding. I watched, unable to divert my eyes.
    The man that was standing next to me on the porch of the bar was the first to be attacked. The infected man in the rescue uniform hit him at full sprint, bearing its teeth, and it bit down hard on the mans jaw. As they fell to the ground it pulled back and tore a large piece of bone free from his face. He screamed so loud I shivered. I watched as he convulsed then stopped moving.
    Seconds later the man began to move and his eyes opened wide and let out a long ear splitting screech. He was infected within seconds of being bitten and jumped to his feet, joining the other infected as they rushed through the open door of the bar.
    I was