Free The Lost Journal Part 2 (A Secret Apocalypse Story) by James Harden

inside the building to actually get to the monorail station. That was
pretty damn terrifying, especially since the inside of the building was dark,
almost pitch black. We moved inside the building and we had to wait a few
minutes for our eyes to adjust to the dark. I had the torch on my rifle, but I
didn’t want to use it just in case I attracted any of the infected. So we
waited until our eyes adjusted to the dark. And then we made our move. We
climbed two flights of stairs to get to the level where the monorail station
was. From there we climbed on to the track.
    It was kind
of weird walking along the track, above the streets. It was like we were giants
or something. It was a whole different perspective to view the city from.
    The monorail
track was about twenty to thirty feet above the road. It was good because we
were above the reach of the infected that were running around on the streets.
The downside was that as we walked along the track we were out in the open. We
were completely exposed. So if any of the infected bothered to look up, they
would see us clearly. Another thing, the track was still wet from the
thunderstorm. So we had to walk really, really slowly, paying careful attention
to each step we took.
    Jack was
leading the way. He paused and held his hand up, motioning for us to stop.
    "What is it?"
I asked as I looked around. I really did not want to hang around on the wet, slippery
monorail track any longer than was absolutely necessary.
    "The track
disappears into another building," Jack answered.
    "What?"
    "The
monorail track. It goes into the building. The station is probably inside."
    I looked
over Jack’s shoulder and saw that the monorail track cut into the building and
then re-emerged on the other side.
    "I think you
should take the lead," Jack said. "You know, just in case."
    "Good idea.
Is this the building that connects to the Sydney Tower?"
    "Yeah."
    We shimmied
passed each other, careful not to fall off the track. Falling off the track, at
a height of about twenty feet wouldn’t kill you, but you’d probably break an
ankle or a leg. And in an environment like this – a broken leg was a death
sentence.
    I finally
eased myself to the front of our little group.
    I had my rifle
at the ready. I tried to look inside where the track disappeared into the building
but it was too dark. I really wish I had some night vision goggles. Wish I had
a lot of things.
    I turned to
Jack and Maria who were both anxiously looking around, making sure we weren’t being
followed, making sure nothing was down in the streets, looking up at us, watching
us.
    "All right,"
I said. "We gotta go in. There’s not much we can do but stay quiet and stay
alert. If anything is inside, we’ll have to make our exit back along the
monorail track. If anything chases us along here, we should be able pick them
off pretty easily. One shot should be enough to knock them off the track. Not
enough to kill them but enough to knock them off."
    I inched
forward, pausing at the entrance to the monorail station. There was a small
platform that was maybe three of four carriages long. There was a small amount
of dull light that illuminated the station and the immediate area. But beyond
the station, further into the building it was completely dark.
    I was about
to wave Jack and Maria forward but then we heard the piercing sound of car tires
screeching on bitumen. It was the sound of a car racing through the streets.
    A Final Stand

    We all froze. We looked left and right, up and down the city street but there
was nothing. The sound of the car’s engine and the tires bounced and echoed off
the buildings, giving the impression that it was all around us.
    "Lay flat!"
I said, not knowing what else to do.
    We moved
over as close to the mono-rail station as we dared. And then we kind of
awkwardly laid down on the track. We had to hug the track with our legs and
arms so that we didn’t fall.
    A second
later, a car came skidding around the corner. And