I was reminded of a movie I watched once. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember the name. The world in it was destroyed either by war, or by cataclysms … Not the point, the film was about a father and son who walked through the ruins of destroyed cities south to warmer climes. Along the way, they encountered different people, and almost always these random people they met turned out to be far from the most worthy people. Some of the people they met were robbers, others turned into cannibal killers who did not want to get food in another way. People hunted each other, huddled in packs to corner and devour the weaker like hyenas, and the weak were many, and they were doomed.
I thought about whether this happens to people in the real world? Will the same transformation happen over time? Who knows, I wanted to believe that not, because there is a common threat that should rally people … Let's wait and see.
Ahead was the parking lot of the children's camp. Most likely, those infected came from here, because there was nothing else besides the forest nearby.
There were only two cars in the parking lot: a cream-coloured Vista station wagon and a black Land Cruiser SUV with a large roof box. I walked closer and, hiding behind the road fence, began to look around. The parking lot was small, only five cars. A steep staircase led from it to the children's camp, located a little higher on the hill. There was a bright sign that said: "Welcome to the children's health camp" Smile ".
On both sides the road seemed empty, and in general, everything looked as if no one had been here for a long time. Unsurprisingly, it was said on the Internet that the infected were drawn to sounds, and until recently there were plenty of them in the city.
A very strange thought crept into my head that if I became infected, I would definitely go to the city.
Well, there will still be time to think, but now it's cold and chilly, and we need to act.
I jumped over the road barrier and took another look around. Making sure that everything is calm, crouching, moved to the SUV. At the tailgate, I froze again and listened, but the rain, rhythmically drumming on the roof, prevented me from making out anything.
Suddenly, my eyes fell on the pavement under the Land Cruiser. Rainwater flowed from under the car, stained with blood, and, straying into streams, flowed over the road, rushing down the slope.