The End Of Life Chapter 62
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He slowly drove it to the front and as he passed the car which Jacob and Ray were in, he just gave a nod. He drove beside the jeep, looked at David, and said, "Alright then, I will be on my way now." And increased his speed after David gave a nod, zooming through the streets.
David looked at Mark's back as he drove and started his own engine. He kept the hand outside the window and gave a signal to the ones behind to start their own engines and slowly drove.
Mark, who was zooming through the streets, felt very satisfied. He never drove a race bike before, and driving it now was a fresh experience. He remembered the route and took a sudden sharp turn to the right and noticed there were a few zombies on the road. He increased the speed and tried to drive past them.
As he was going through the zombies, a sudden hand came right in front of him and he instinctively ducked. He felt the hand hit the helmet on top as he passed by it. He looked back and noticed the zombie moving towards him and looked back ahead.
He decided to stay more attentive and kept his eyes on the road. After going through the streets filled with zombies, he eventually reached the school area once again. There was still 15 minutes to the school, and he slowed down. He slowly drove through the street while keeping an eye for any scouts searching for people.
As he drove, he suddenly noticed a shadow by the top of a building and quickly drove ahead and when he passed the person, he hit the brakes and took out his gun. Noticing Mark taking out a gun, the guy on top of the building picked up speed and tried to jump over to the next building.
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Mark smirked as he shot when the guy was on air and couldn't dodge the bullet. The bullet hit the guy's thigh as he instantly grabbed his leg and lost his balance on air. The person slammed right into the wall of the building and slowly fell down. Mark stopped his bike and got down. He made his way into the alleyway for the guy and noticed him dead.
Mark exhaled as he thought it was a terrible decision to shoot while he was in the air. He kneeled down beside the dead body. He searched the body to find anything helpful. If some people might see this they would tell it was 'immoral' but Mark would say it is 'survival'.
He searched the whole pockets and found nothing helpful for him. The guy didn't even have a weapon on him. Mark stood up and thought about the scouts. It seemed like the scouts were not given any weapon and people who were highly agile and flexible.
He walked out of the hallway and got on the bike once again. Wearing the helmet, he continued towards the school at a very slow pace. He didn't want to draw the attention of others. His senses were at max, searching for any more people in the buildings.
He eventually reached nearer to the school and was visible to him. He took a sharp turn to the right instead of going front and then took a left, making his way to the backside of the school. He parked the bike in an alleyway before making his way out. He stood and peeked out and searched for any guards.
He could find only one person who stood on a car leaning on the brick wall looking outside. After a while, the guy slowly dozed off and Mark took out his gun as he made his way towards him. After reaching a proper distance, he shot him in the head, killing the person in his sleep.
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The body swayed back and came front again. It fell over the wall and Mark quickly caught it. He set it aside and took the gun the body had along with the few bullets. It was a standard gun available for people to buy in the market if one had a license to, and this guy didn't look like he had one.
Mark looked at the wall and it was enough for him to climb over, but he couldn't risk getting caught by anyone while jumping. He had another discreet way to make his way in and looked around. He was able to find it and made his way towards it.
He looked down at the manhole, his way inside. He noticed the manhole led directly to another one right across the wall. This was a sure way to get inside. He slowly opened the lid and jumped inside. He was too tall for it and bent down before closing it back.
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