You take a couple of steps toward the next car in line, it wasn’t really a car but one of those large white vans with the local cable company logo on it. You had seen a few of them along with other large fans packed to the brim with either people or items. If they where people it would be easy, items meant having to search through it to make sure someone wasn’t trying to smuggle out an infected loved one.
A few hours ago, a different squad had found a small child who had been transformed into a creature in a dog cage under a small mountain of items. His uninfected father was trying to get him out, the child had to be put down and so had the father when he tried to attack the soldiers.
You take a few steps, having just passed the bumper of the vehicle which was cleared to move forward when you stop.
Something was wrong, something was very wrong, but you couldn’t figure out what it was.
Then you saw it, there was no driver in the Van.
You raise your rifle as you call out to your squad but right as you do so, the van before you exploded in a fireball which sent you flying to backwards and to the side.
The blast wasn’t supper powerful, but it was enough to send you ass over end and into the side of a vehicle which had been pushed to the side.
“What the fuck!” you exclaim as you look at the burning wreck of the van and then down at yourself. You didn’t see any blood, but you hadn’t attempted to stand yet and your ears are ringing. Then you look down the side of the road and spot something that turned your blood to ice.
Getting up from the grassy burn with a rifle in hand was a creature.
You had seen reports and video of creatures using rifles and the like but they weren’t as good with them as humans. Something about the transformation messing up their ability to use them and a creature driving had been attempted multiple times all with failure for some unknown reason. It was just your luck you had come across the first case where a creature drove.
Rising up from the grass rifle in hand was at first looked to be a fellow soldier, he wore tactical gear including a helmet but his uniform was blood covered and his gear looked much better in quality. Somehow your eyes focus on a patch on his arm, a Delta force patch.
His face was changed somewhat, his arms much longer then any human should have been with a small amount of brownish fur on said arms and a very long thin tail was coming out of the back.
“Fuck!” you exclaimed; everyone knew there where three basic groups of infected.
The animalist which was just a step above animals, they showed now signs of human reasoning, no language skills and had even been seen hunting fellow transformed people.
The common infected where your classic furries, and that is what most people became. They where still animalist, but they walked mostly on two legs, could talk, use basic human tools and use their knowledge to help themselves in their hunt.
The last was the least transformed and the rarest, they kept the most of their human skills and knowledge. They where the least animalist but they still had an animal like need. They could appear human only with cat ears and a tail, scales or in this case a monkey’s tail and arm. They almost always were wearing cloths and some mistook them for humans but the others transformed didn't. They had been the ones reported to have come the closet to using human tools and weapons. But they where vary rare, like 1 in 10 thousand rare.
Before you was a transformed Delta force member, so he had all the skills that came from that training on top of that he had become a monkey infected so that was the most human infected. The combination allowed him to drive a car bomb to the checkpoint where others couldn’t.
“CONTACT!” yelled a voice over the radio “We have multiple contacts coming from multiple vans!”
Then the sound of artillery filled the air, followed by gunshots and the boom of tank guns. The car bomb had been a trap, coming out of vans likely driven by fellow lesser transformed figures came the real infected. They began to charge the lines as everyone moved to cover and to take up defensive positions. The civilians in the cars waiting to go through panicked, some gunned it heading toward the checkpoint and freedom. Some tried to abound their cars and run.
The creatures got to them, some stopped to feed on them while others infected them and moved on counting on them transforming to join the hunt.
You stand up to head back to the defensive line only to get hit by a car as the driver tried to get away. At the same time, danger close artillery began to land as you went flying into the ditch again smashing your body against an abounded car.
The last thought you had before passed out from the multiple blows was how much screaming, gunfire and animal growls there where. Whatever happened next happened without you.