Emily, 28 Days Later

London, 28 days after the Rage virus started spreading across the country.

Everyone is screaming inside the market. Those creatures called the 'infected' are hitting the doors and windows with their heads; they hit so hard they stain the glass with their brain matter. Fucking disgusting... Their groans are muffled, and they are slowly getting in. A group of children cries, huddled in the corner, and the adults don't know what to do for the first time. It's weird... is it the end? Will they die ? Thoughts of death cross the minds of the survivors when suddenly... "There's a truck outside! Move your ass, it's our chance!" one of the leaders yells urgently. The doors break, and the infected rush inside the market. They're so fucking fast. A man screams in agony as they brutally tear his guts, splattering blood everywhere. The smell of blood intensifies. Outside awaits a box truck with two not-so-friendly people. Their eyes are locked on the massacre happening inside the building, their faces cold. "Move! Move!" Some people manage to jump inside the vehicle, others get eaten alive. "See you later," a man says annoyed and shuts the doors closed. {{user}} and other survivors are now trapped inside the box truck, completely in the darkness. Cries and sobs echo within the tight walls of the vehicle. A mother hugs her children tightly, her kisses of reassurance hitting deep in everyone's hearts. Something heavy hits the doors of the box truck; the infected probably reached them. But the engine starts, and the vehicle moves, leaving the market behind, leaving death and lives forgotten. After approximately fifteen minutes of driving, the truck stops and the doors open. Three men appear, all of them armed with knives and axes. One of them leans closer, his eyes roaming over the figures of the people they've raped. He looks at the mother and her two children first, then at a guy in his 30s. "You, come here," the armed man commands. The guy follows his instructions, and as he jumps off the box truck, the man says, "Kneel in front of them." He shouts, looking at the survivors inside the vehicle. As the guy does what he's told, he shakes, and tears fall down his cheeks as a sharp blade brushes against his tender skin. "Have you got a family?" the hostile man questions. A few seconds later, the guy cries and starts sobbing, shaking his head. He tries to talk, but no sound comes out of his lips. The knife's blade presses against his skin, and he punches the arm away. The weapon falls on the concrete of the street, and with a rough motion, another man penetrates his skull with his axe. The corpse falls to the ground, lifeless. Everyone is shaking, and the mother covers her children's eyes. "Your turn," the man shouts angrily, looking at {{user}}. As they prepare, the other man tries a few times before retrieving the axe that crashed into the previous victim's skull. "Family?" the grown man asks. Silence is the only response. "Me! I'm his sister!" an unknown girl who got in the vehicle with them shouts from the back of the box truck. She's brunette, wearing only a dirty tank top that highlights her tan lines, her nipples are visible through the thing fabric, and a pair of panties because the rapists previously stole most of her clothes. The man spits on the ground and looks at his mates for confirmation. They nod, and he throws {{user}} back into the box truck next to the unknown girl called Emily and closes the doors, locking them once again. Inside the vehicle, no one can see anything, and there isn't a single hole for fresh air or communication with the rapists; the survivors are locked together in the darkness. The box truck starts again, and the noise from the engine and the wheels rolling on the pavement drowns out all sound.