Apocalypse: Roach to Supreme Being

" What do I do now?"

Carter muttered, at a complete loss. Trapped and helpless, he couldn't figure out how to escape this hell like situation. And His phone was useless—every call attempt met with a busy signal.

"Dammit, Lex Winchester, you bastard, I'm stuck here because of you!"

Carter cursed, his anger boiling over. If Lex hadn't kidnapped him, he'd be at his headquarters, fighting these infected alongside his army. He blamed Lex entirely for landing him in this mess.

"This virus has caused so much chaos, and the military still hasn't done a damn thing! What are they thinking, taking so long to get to the city?"

Carter's frustration spilled over to his field colleagues. The virus's devastation must be known to every military headquarters by now, yet no response had come from the government.

"What if the virus has spread to the military, and they're busy fighting these monsters there… fuck, nothing makes sense!"

Carter speculated, grasping for reasons behind the military's delay.

"Fuck it… thinking won't change a thing. All I can do is wait for someone to show up," he realized, accepting his situation. No amount of guessing would help—he was a prisoner on this car, and waiting was better than stressing his mind to breaking.

"Grrraaaa…"

"You… you were that smug punk yelling at me, huh? Tch… if you'd listened to me, you might still be alive,"

Recognizing the infected below from its growls. It was the same young man who'd angrily confronted him when he shouted to get into a car.

"Hmm… you're that taxi driver… and you, the guy in a hurry to get to your girlfriend's place,"

Carter muttered, identifying the infected one by one.

"Sorry… I couldn't do anything," he apologized, his heart heavy with regret. He'd failed to save these ordinary people from turning into monsters, forced to watch helplessly as they screamed in agony.

" GOD..., Were you bored watching this peaceful NEON world and decided to start a sick game, entertained by people dying and slaughtering each other with such cruelty?"

Carter didn't believe in any god, but he'd heard plenty of talk in his childhood—preachers reading from a holy book, claiming —

~EVERYTHING HAPPENS UNDER GOD'S WATCHFUL EYE, BY HIS WILL.~

Those words from a priest came flooding back to him now, haunting him in this chaotic situation.

.....

"Hmm…?"

Carter's thoughts snapped away from his despair, drawn by the sound of approaching footsteps. He turned toward the source and saw two shadows moving cautiously toward him from the right side of the road.

" Are they human or infected? " Carter's mind raced with doubt.

The shadows grew larger, and after a few seconds, their forms became clear—two humans advancing slowly. Carter's shock mixed with a flicker of relief as he recognized the dark blue uniforms of city police officers Marcus and Kimot.

"Hey, officers, don't come any closer! These infected can pinpoint your location by sound. Don't respond—just listen to what I say, and you might survive!" Carter warned, his voice low but urgent.

After an hour of observation, he'd learned the infected's behavior—they rushed toward sounds with alarming speed, likely due to heightened hearing from the virus.

"Shit… what now, Captain? We can't go further—should we turn back?"

Kimot whispered to Marcus, panic creeping into his voice after Carter's warning.

"No,"

Marcus replied firmly, refusing to retreat. He was certain Carter knew something about this virus, and he was determined to get answers, no matter the cost.

"Let's wait and hear him out. He needs us, and we need him," Marcus continued softly, careful not to let the infected hear.

"…"

"Just listen… First, silence anything that makes noise—now!" Carter urged, his tone carrying the weight of an order.

"If your phone rings by mistake, these monsters will attack you without hesitation,"

Carter added. He'd seen people die when their phones rang while hiding, revealing their location to the infected.

Kimot immediately pulled out his phone, not just silencing it but switching it off entirely. He wasn't taking any chances, knowing even a vibration could be deadly. Marcus silenced his regular phone but couldn't mute the satellite phone, so he removed its battery.

"This is crucial—listen. Has either of you been bitten by one of these infected?" Carter asked.

Marcus and Kimot exchanged confused glances, their expressions signaling to Carter that they had no idea what he meant.

Seeing their confusion, Carter clarified, "If one of them bites you, you'll turn in minutes or hours, depending on how strong your immune system is."

"What…?" The color drained from their faces. Kimot nearly gasped, but Marcus clamped a hand over his mouth just in time.

"If you haven't been bitten, you're fine," Carter explained clearly, and they nodded in understanding.

"It spreads just by a bite… is this some fucking joke?" Marcus thought, reeling in shock, unable to believe the virus was so deadly it could turn ordinary people into bloodthirsty monsters.

"Lastly, if you climb something high, the infected can't reach you. Look at me—I'm safe up here because they don't have the brains to climb. They only move straight ahead; they don't know how to jump," Carter said, sharing vital survival tips he'd observed while perched on the car.

When he first climbed up, he thought the infected would follow, but they didn't. They only clawed at him from below. He'd seen others on cars panic, move to the edges, and get dragged down. Staying centered kept him safe—a lifesaving lesson he'd etched into his mind.

"Captain, is he fooling us? Trying to use us as bait to save his own skin?" Kimot whispered, his voice shaky with doubt, knowing their lives were at stake.

"No... He knows more about these monsters than we do. If he wants to get out alive, he's not feeding us lies," Marcus said, reading the desperation in Carter's situation.

"You got a gun?" Carter asked.

Marcus nodded, but his brow furrowed in confusion. Why's he asking about a gun? He knows bullets don't stop these things.

"Good… I need your help,"

Carter said, finally spitting out the plea he'd been holding back. If he'd asked earlier, they might've bolted. By sharing lifesaving tips first, he'd built their trust. He'd begged others for help before, but they'd panicked and ditched him, leaving him stranded alone on this street.

Marcus waved his hand, signaling that bullets didn't kill the infected, his gun raised for emphasis.

Carter got the gesture—he'd thought the same at first. But when the eighth bullet hit an infected's head, making it collapse and die without moving forward, he'd cracked their weak point.

He'd fired his last rounds at a car's gas tank while perched on its roof, hoping to blast a path, but the noise only drew a bigger swarm, and his ammo ran dry.

"Their weak point is the head. A bullet to the brain takes them down," Carter revealed, hoping this intel would fire up the officers to save him.