With first light you wake and check on your horde "Still right where I left you." You think as you dress and head down into the street. You had left them all locked in a small hospital clinic you passed a couple of blocks South, you thought it was funny to pack it full of infected. You gather them together near the apartment when the Old man comes to you. "Interesting news, it seems they have left the stadium a few minutes ago!" You turn West and concentrate hard, it's still many miles away but you get a faint sense of haziness there.


"Now now, don't strain yourself, you are not practiced enough to sense properly over that distance, it's even at the limit of my own abilities." He looks over your Horde. "Excellent, all gathered, well you better get over to the North side and prepare to close the trap, remember that they have a jeep so just standing in the road won't cut it!" he heads off cheerfully and you feel a large number of infected in a nearby building leave his control, they must be your part of the horde. You take control of them and along with your own horde you head North to look for some good blockade materials.


As you pass North you begin noticing a change, the closer to the Highways, the more cars there are. "Huh, they all went for the highway to escape and blocked each other in." you mumble as you look around. "Well at least the cars might make the blockade easy enough.


You begin commanding your shamblers to start pushing the cars and taking off handbrakes when you notice the bus on a side road. A large solid looking city bus, easily capable of blocking the main road by itself. "Hah, almost too easy!" you say aloud as you redirect all of your forces to the bus and maneuver it pointing south, it would have to go round a bend to get into position but any closer and they could spot you as they pass so you put a shambler into the driving seat and take careful control of its mind so you can ensure the bus gets where it needs to go.


Then you wait, you carefully send your senses out West again a few times, not pushing it like before and after an few tries you begin to sense them coming closer and closer, moving at a solid pace. "They must all be jogging or running," you suddenly panick and this they have enough vehicles for all of them but as they approach you realize that they are too spread out to be packed into a vehicle.


You settle back and track their progress, you have at least an hour to watch them approach and after a few minutes begin picking out individuals in the larger haze, you then start trying to assign names to them and think back to your time with them. It occurs to you for the first time in two weeks that you didn't really need to go through with this. You could betray the old man and help the people from the stadium; they did treat you like a friend after all.


Stop concentrating on the haze; it's causing you to think funny. You're a predator and they are just pray


Watching the haze so closely for so long must have brought these thoughts on, however they are correct, why not help them. They helped you before and you are sure they would accept you if you saved them.

You what have you been doing, you need to help them

You have to help them, the Old man was clearly altering your thoughts to make you do what he wanted but you were originally human, becoming stronger doesn't change that so you should help the stadium survivors. You know that watching the haze so intently for a couple of hours brought this on but you feel like you know it's the right thing to do.


You have control of a couple of shamblers in their path and walk them out to try and signal but they are killed instantly by what feels like intense gunfire. "The old man wasn't kidding about the armored jeep at least."


You start running towards them, intending to warn them in person about the trap but almost immediately feel the old man attempting to sense your thoughts. You block him out but know it will only hold for a few minutes, he can't bring his full concentration onto you while controlling his horde.


You begin hearing them coming and are about to run out into the street when you remember the shamblers and instead hide behind a corner and start shouting to get their attention. You feel the pressure on you mind intensify and quickly send the order for all the infected you control to attack the old man's horde. You feel it subside slightly as he has to divert his attention again.


"Who's there?" you hear the convoy shouting to you. You step out. "It's me! Don't shoot!" You see all the guns pointed at you and the jeep slows but doesn't stop, the pressure is already returning to your mind, you have little time. "It's a trap, the harbinger has blocked the road off ahead, he has a huge army of infected ready to take you out." You were about to say more when you feel the Old man's mind slam into yours, your defenses hold but you are driven to your knees with the pain. You wince then speak again. "You have to change course, get away…" You feel the second mental attack and your defenses fail completely, the pain nearly blacks you out and you fall prone on the ground. You hear the Old man in your head. "Betraying me was a foolish mistake." You hear him say sadly before he leaves your mind.


You almost celebrate, "He couldn't finish me off" you think, you try and stand but feel too week from the mental attack and collapse again. You hear the Captain talking. "Bring him with us, but chain him up carefully. We change course, loop South near the city center to try and bypass any blockade."


You are about to rejoice, they were taking you with them. Sadly in your current mental state you couldn't sense the mutant dog behind you in the alleyway and in your physical state there is nothing you can do as it leaps onto your back and bites into your skull, crushing it instantly.