Coming back into the store part of the gas station, we take a second and relax, leaning up against the counter and catching our breaths. I check my gun, looking at the clip and counting. Sliding the clip back in, I look over and Jacob. He's bent over, hands on his knees breathing hard, and coughing. He takes out his inhaler and takes a hit. Standing back up, he looks at me and gives a thumbs up.
"You good?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks Matt."
"I'm glad you didn't start any fires this time. We need that stuff out there"
Getting off the counter, we search the place and find a utility door, which happens to be locked. Two thoughts went through my mind, either find the keys, which could be anywhere, or break it open. If I broke it open, then we could attract more. But with the little party we had outside, I'm sure it wouldn't matter now. So I took out my rifle, pumping out a few rounds into the door knob and opening the door slowly, letting my gun enter first. I take out my flashlight and shine it. As it pans across I hear a noise to my left, immediately uncovering the shroud and see one. Standing there, looking at me directly, he starts to take a step, and I squeeze the trigger. Dropping to the floor, you could tell he was the employee working there when the infection hit the city. I slowly make my way towards the body, and search it for keys. Jacob, right over my shoulder with his gun, I can hear his nervousness and look over at him...
"Will you fucking relax? He's dead, look!"
Turning the body over, exposing the hole in his forehead, and point.
"See? He's done, and he ain't getting up any time soon, so chill the fuck out and put the gun down."
Finding the keys in his pocket I pull them out and jingle them a bit, giving a sign of relief for once. Grabbing the gas cans from the shelves, we step out of the room and gather everything. Filling our pockets and Jacobs back pack full of cigarettes, food, and water.
"Hey wait a second, wasn't there a car outside?"
Jacob says with a thumb over his shoulder and eagerly wanting to take off the heavy pack.
"Was there? I didn't see anything..."
Jacob takes off the backpack and heads outside, with me behind him. We look and the parking lot is empty, along with the filling stations.
"No cars man, what are you talking about?"
Running behind the place he yells for me and I hear a door open. Coming around the corner I see a black four door parked. Jacob sitting the driver seat giving me a thumbs up. I give him my middle finger and motion him to come back. Grabbing more supplies now, we load them into the car and clear out the area once more before we leave. As we open the doors and get in, my radio beeps.
"Matt, this is Mike, what's going on over there?"
"How's Delta?"
"Echo"
We had a code word set for just in case something happened like before. If for some reason he was captured by more pirates, as we call them, then try to use our radio, either by using it them selves or using one of them, then we had two code words. Echo being good, and Charlie being bad.
"We are fine, found some supplies, gas and a new car, might be a bit cramped though seeing that it's a four door sedan. Oh and Jacob didn't blow up the gas station this time around. So were good, how about you guys, where are you and what's the situation?"
"We are about 5 miles down the road from our starting point, and found a clinic. It had some patients, but they are checked out now, so it's all quiet. We're gathering some med supplies together and will be heading back shortly."
Turning the car on, we put our seat belts on and begin to move.
"Alright sounds good, see if you can find a truck, this small shit ain't gonna work. Oh and be careful on your way back, we ran into some zombies not too long ago and there could be more"
Changing the channels one by one, Jacob is searching for something to come up, hopefully an evac broadcast.
"Yeah will do, we'll see you in a bit. Over and out."
Eventually shutting the radio off, we slowly drive down the streets, going around the block a few times searching for who knows what. I get up out of my seat and sit on the door, hanging out the window and planting my elbows on the roof, gun ready. As we come around the next corner, I spot a group of ghouls staggering about the neighborhood in search of more victims. Jacob stops, and pulls my pant leg. As I slide back in the car, I look at him and say...
"Two choices, drive through them, and go. Or...drive through them and shoot while we go."
Looking at the horde ahead of us, he ponders on the choices, and looks at me.
"How about we stop, get out and shoot the fuckers?"
I look at him with a surprised look and take a second. I get out and tell him to open the trunk. As it clicks open, he joins me behind the car and I hand him a rifle and a few magazines. I sling mine around, switching off the safety and walk to the drivers seat. He comes to the window and looks at me:
"What are you doing? I thought we were going to stand here and shoot?"
"Well you have the shooting part right...get in."
I open the sunroof and point up as he gets back in.
"You stand up, in the sunroof, and shoot. They can't reach you well enough to grab ya, and I'll make sure none try to pull a fast one"
He stands up and gets comfortable as we slowly start to move towards the crowed of flesh eating undead. I honk the horn for a couple of seconds, grabbing their attention, and they begin to turn around towards our car, and start walking towards us. As soon as the first step was taken, Jacob begins to open fire on them. One by one, they drop to the ground, some taking a few more shots than others because he misses a couple rounds. Eventually he runs out of ammo and some of them are still standing, barely. He ducks back in and and yells for me to get out of here, but I decide to have some fun of my own.
Stepping out of the car, I raise my gun and aim. As the shells drop to the ground, everything seems to slow down around me. Seeing the brain matter, skin, and skull fly up and explode out of the top of their heads, they slowly fall down before me, their blood pouring out. My gun suddenly jams, and without hesitation, I pull out my pistol and continue my onslaught. Walking up to them now as they make an attempt to grab and bite me, I put the end of my gun to their forehead and pull the trigger.
Looking into their eyes, you see nothing but the look of rage. But you know that they are hollow inside, and know not what is going on. It's saddening kind of. They used to be real human beings. With a mind of their own and a heart. But now they are reduced down to primal instincts and nothing matters anymore. I guess that's why it's easy to just kill them. You know that they are no longer a real human being, just mindless, staggering killers that stop at nothing until they are stopped themselves.
As the final one drops, I let down my pistol, and see myself shaking a bit. Feeling this sense of loneliness all of a sudden. Like nothing around me matters anymore, and that all this is just not worth fighting for, as if all hope is gone. When you lose a loved one, you lose a part of yourself, and sometimes don't know what to do after that. They say you should just move on and let them rest in piece. Well when you abruptly lose everyone and everything around you, something happens. You breakdown, and you give in to the pain. So their I am, standing, with my hands shaking, pistol moving back and forth, I drop to my knees, my gun falling with me. My hands moving to the top of my head, I take a deep breath, looking down around me, and suddenly become enraged. Punching the body near me I begin yelling...
"YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I NO LONGER HAVE A FAMILY! WHY I HAVE NO HOME, WHY EVERYONE AROUND ME IS DYING, AND CRYING FOR HELP"
I get up and kick another body near me, hearing the skull crack a bit more...
"BECAUSE OF YOU, I NEARLY LOST MY ENTIRE LIFE!! THIS WHOLE CITY IS DESERTED BECAUSE OF WHAT REASON? I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! WHY DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?! HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY HAPPEN TO ME?"
Jacob being hesitant to come near me, he slowly gets out of the car and makes his way towards the front, watching me with fear...
I switch my empty clip out of the rifle and put in a brand new one, locking and loading it. Switching to full auto, I point the gun at the body and open fire. Round after round penetrating the flesh, blood flying everywhere as the body begins to get pulled apart from the lead storm of rage. I stop for a second, and look ahead of me, seeing nothing again, just deserted buildings, cars, and streets. Just getting me even angrier.
"FUCK THIS CITY, FUCK YOU, AND FUCK EVERYTHING ELSE. IF I DIDN'T CARE SO MUCH ABOUT AMMO I'D SHOOT MYSELF AND END IT RIGHT HERE AND NOW"
I turn around and walk swiftly pass Jacob going to the trunk and grabbing a gas can. Coming back I start to pile the bodies altogether, letting them pile up until there is no more to build with. I tuck the gas can in the middle of the pile and get some distance. Jacob finally realizing what I am about to do, runs quickly behind the car and yells...
"Matt! NO! We need that gas!"
"Shut up, we can get more, AND watch these fuckers burn!"
I aim at the red gas can, and pull the trigger. I see the bullet leave the barrel and fly towards the pile. Not even a second later, the bodies explode and a huge flame erupts, sending body parts and fire everywhere. Not moving a muscle, I stand there and give one more parting word...
"THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS" As I point my index at the flaming group of dead bodies, looking at Jacob.
He puts his hands up a bit at his chance, not wanting to say a word, and asks if he wants me to drive. I put my hand up and walk toward the passenger side, and get in. Running over, he jumps into the seat, turning the car on and begins to drive away from the fiery mess.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Just a little note before the next post...
I am writing these myself, nothing copy and pasted here. I've wanted to write something like this for quite some time and I think you guys will like it. I'll try to have a new post every day, and since I have posted 2 today, I'll just wait until tomorrow to post number three!
This is why we can't have nice things...
You know, sometimes I question myself. I wonder if I really am going to get out of this, maybe if we keep fighting and continue to push our way through, we will get somewhere, and finally be rescued. But with each moment passing us by while we run, and hide, and more fuck ups keep happening, I just don't know.
There I am, sitting at the bar with my brother, talking about what ever is going on in the world, and how we should just live and nothing let anything or anyone get to us. Those were the times. Where we could just sit there, enjoy a few drinks and share some laughs. Mike always like messing with people, especially at the bar because he didn't like it when people would think they were hot shit. I guess in a way, he was contradicting himself. I was always there by his side though, defending him and making sure nothing too bad happened. So there we are, I'm sitting in my stool, as he is toe to toe with some biker, exchanging curse words and insults to one another, because he spilled Mike's beer. I keep telling Mike to just let it go, and sit back down with me.
"Fuck that, this biker trash spilled my beer, and he's going to buy me another one"
"Oh yeah?" - says the biker guy as he digs in his pocket.
"He's some change, you can buy your mother with this..." he throws some loose dimes and nickles onto the bar and laughs.
"Shit" I say under my breath, taking one last shot, knowing what's about to happen.
SMACK. Mike slamming and breaks the bottle across the guys face. Immediately getting out off my seat as the biker tackles him against the bar. I put my arm around the guys neck and throw him to the ground, my knee on this throat and saying it ends here as I clench my fist and raise it up.
"You say something like that again, and I won't stop him from breaking your neck. You don't talk like that, to no one. Got it?"
The guy trying to break free, struggling to breathe. He looks at me and gasps.
Mike gives him one good kick to the side and says:
"He's telling you to apologize you dumb fuck!"
Still not being able to breathe all that well, he's able to choke out:
"Sorry!"
I get up, and let down my fist, brushing off my pants and sitting back down. Mike still standing there looking at the biker as he gets back up and gets pushed away by my brother. After that, the bartender says to get out and not to come back. All of a sudden I hear a loud crash and this piercing high pitched noise is ringing my ears, and everything turns white...
"Get up Matt! Get the fuck up and let's go!"
Mike yelling at me as he stands above my body, laying there on the pavement. I open my eyes and see the truck side swiped into a wall, and smoking. Touching my face, there's blood coming out the side of my head. I struggle up at Mike takes me by the arms and starts moving me.
"Dammit Rob! Why did you do that? Matt almost got seriously fucked up!"
"You ok?!"
"Yeah I'm fine, I think. My head is killing me. What happened?" I say as I start walking on my own, wiping the blood off my face and touching my head once more tying to stop the bleeding.
"Rob over tried to play GTA with some lone zombie, lost control and slid right into a wall, so now the truck is done and we have to walk. Thankfully we are only 5 minutes away from the city, so let's get moving"
As we get everything together, I look for our first aid kit and begin to clean myself up and get all of our stuff together, knowing what's ahead of us. Rob walking up to me, I can see he is concerned, but I just look at him and give a thumbs up letting him know I'm OK. Jen pops the hood open and gives it one final look, she looks pissed, and I can see we lost a tire on the other side because the truck is leaning down.
"That must have been one hell of a zombie there"
"No, it was the huge pot hole that did this" Jen replies as she waves the smoke away from here, and points down the road bit showing me this huge hole in the pavement. Looks as if someone tried to dig to China.
I let out a huge sigh and laugh, knowing that nothing can ever go our way, and that I was wrong to try and take a nap in a place like this. Maybe next time I'll drive and not pull a stunt like that. 10 minutes later, we get everything else together and start walking down the road, Mike still yelling at Rob because of the accident.
"Mike will you just shut up, it's done, we could be dead right now, but were not, so be thankful for that. In case you didn't notice, we are 5 minutes from the city, and the last thing we need is you causing problems while those dead fucks are trying to eat us"
He looks at me, then Rob, and shakes his head looking away and spitting.
"He's sorry, and knows what happened, so I don't it will happen again, alright!?"
"I sure as hell hope not, that truck was going to make this trip easier, and now we are stuck walking"
"Oh boo hoo, we have to walk, do you remember 2 years ago when we had to walk across the desert for days on end, not knowing what could happen?"
"Yeah, I do. That's why I'm pissed, we have to do this shit all over again"
"I know, but we can get through this, we have done it before, who's to say we can't do it again?"
Finally letting out a small chuckle, a sense of a comfort finally falls over the group, making it just a tad easier to do this whole trip. I put my arm around Rob's shoulder and tell him:
"Look, shit happens, so just let it go and we'll find another, but you're not driving" I laugh a little and pat his chest, grabbing a smoke and putting one in his mouth lighting them and continue walking.
Finally arriving in the deserted city, we look around, seeing the broken and open windows covering the tall buildings, paper all over the streets, and bodies strewn about around us, only making the situation that much more dangerous. We grab our guns, and begin looking around, for anything.
"So what's the plan?" Mike asks not letting his eyes off the bodies around us as we pass them one by one by groups.
"We look for drug stores, gas stations, convenience stores and some sign of an evac near by. We are going to have to split up, cover more ground and get shit done quicker"
I usually never say that, it's a bad idea to split up, anything could happen and it increases the chance of dying greatly. But in this case, we need to get out asap, and finding what we need is the only way to do it in a quick manner. Pulling out my radio, and everyone else doing so, I hand out batteries, and turn mine on.
"Make sure we are all full power and on the same channel, which is 2. If anyone else outside of this group is on this channel, remember, don't trust them, just work with them and find out who they are, what they want. We don't need another hat trick happening again"
About 3 weeks ago, we found this group of people who we thought at the time, we just like us, trying to find help and a way to get out. Turns out they were pirates, scumbags who would trick survivors into trusting them, and when their guard was down, they would take their guns, ammo, and other supplies then kill them, as if it was OK. Well they picked the wrong two guys to do it to. Mike and I knew right at the beginning that things were not right by the way they were acting, very nice and open to stay with them. Anyone in this new world that acts like that is up to no good. So we stayed on point with them for the next 3 days, always keeping an eye on all them, sleeping with one eye open, and always keeping our weapons in hand. When they finally tried to attack us, we were "sleeping" and caught them sneaking into our room one night, the two guys, Jim and Nick were attempting to take our guns away, so naturally, we got up in a quick fashion and asked them what they were doing, while pinning them against the wall with our knife against their throats.
They told us their little scheme, and tried to explain why they were doing it. We were disgusted, greatly, so after hearing their bullshit, we knocked them out, tied them up, and left them in the room. Now after putting those two away, 4 other people were still in the house, wide awake, and waiting for their friends to return with the new goods. Well they were surprised when they saw my brother and I walk into the room with our guns pointed yelling for them to drop to the ground and hands on their head. One of the guys tried to be a hero and jumped up, well needless to say, he was stabbed after being taken down CQC style, and that was the end of him. Thankfully the others did try anything like that because at the time, we were in the killing mood, and there's nothing I hate more than killing the non infected. So we tied them up and put the constricted bodies in the middle of the road with an air horn going off and a flare burning. Letting the undead know that dinner is served.
We escaped taking what we could, and loaded up in their car. Never looking back. And since then, we will never trust anyone else but the ones with us now. Splitting up into groups of 2, Mike with Rob and Jen, while Jacob came with me.
"Mike, stay alert, you know the drill. Do not get careless out there, just get the shit we need and get out. You're all that I have and I'm not losing you too"
"Don't worry Matt, I got this" He says with a smirk and puts his hand out.
"Just get it done, and stay in touch" Grabbing his hand and wrapping my other arm around him.
We split up and get moving, turning the radio dial and checking the signal, while putting the ear piece on:
"Tower this is Ghost Rider requesting a flyby"
"Negative Ghost Rider, the pattern is full"
"Roger that, Rob, Jen...how's the signal and do you copy?"
"Jen here, loud and clear, full signal"
"Yeah you're good to go there Ghost Rider"
"Jacob how bout' you" As I look at him standing right next to me
Holding the radio up to his mouth: "Yeah you're all clear smart ass, I know you can hear yourself on my radio"
I give him a soft punch on the arm and tell him not to get sassy with me, laughing a bit and continuing to move forward. All around us, glass, blood, body parts, and abandoned cars. We come across our first gas station, lights on, and a sign that says NO GAS. We have found out that many gas stations did this towards the end because the employees and managers themselves would horde it all and make a getaway. So a little cardboard sign is not going to make us turn around.
"Mike, we found our first gas station, about a quarter mile down the road from our starting point, it looks hopeful, and we'll keep you updated. Out."
"Gotcha, stay frosty. Out"
As Jacob and I walked up to the pumps, guns ready for what ever pops out, we check the pumps, but one after another, dry. Getting the last 2 pump stations, one of them regular and the other diesel, we squeeze the pump handle, and like the best piss in the world, we let out a sigh, and stop wasting. I tell Jacob to wait here while I go inside and grab some gas cans. After the incident when we first met, he refuses to go into another gas station store. So I won't make him do it. Opening the door slowly, I walk in and sling my rifle behind my back, taking out my pistol. Immediately working my way toward the register area, I walk behind the counter and look for keys, and cigarettes. Knocking on the window, looking at Jacob, I give him a thumbs up with the keys in my hand and he thumbs back to me.
I turn around grabbing packs and looking for gas cans. Then suddenly I hear Jacob, yelling my name and shots firing. Almost instantly I start running towards him not wanting another gas station to blow up again, I run out the door and see 5 of the undead making their way to him, closing the short distance. I take a shot and kill one, but there are still 4 about to eat Jacob where he stands.
"JACOB!! DO NOT SHOOT! DON'T FUCKING SHOOT!!!"
I tackle my way into the crowed, pushing them away and landing on the ground with him, pulling him and myself up as the ghouls try to do so also. I run up to one of them, bringing my boot into their rotting flesh covered face, putting him on his back and my foot on his chest, firing off the first round. The next one crawling towards me, grabbing my foot, Jacob fires and kills him instantly without hesitation. With the other 3 staggering at us, one of them being a rather large one, we shoot the other two, and I take my bat out, clothes lining the fat one, nearly knocking the bat out of my hands at I smack him with it.
"This guy must have eaten the entire fucking city!" Jacob says as he sees the stomach bulging out of his work shirt"
"Well at least he is getting his exercise" I proceed to bring out my pistol and shoot him, as he struggles to get up and continue to get us.
"That's my diet for these bastards"
We head back together this time, because I'm not having him die on me...
There I am, sitting at the bar with my brother, talking about what ever is going on in the world, and how we should just live and nothing let anything or anyone get to us. Those were the times. Where we could just sit there, enjoy a few drinks and share some laughs. Mike always like messing with people, especially at the bar because he didn't like it when people would think they were hot shit. I guess in a way, he was contradicting himself. I was always there by his side though, defending him and making sure nothing too bad happened. So there we are, I'm sitting in my stool, as he is toe to toe with some biker, exchanging curse words and insults to one another, because he spilled Mike's beer. I keep telling Mike to just let it go, and sit back down with me.
"Fuck that, this biker trash spilled my beer, and he's going to buy me another one"
"Oh yeah?" - says the biker guy as he digs in his pocket.
"He's some change, you can buy your mother with this..." he throws some loose dimes and nickles onto the bar and laughs.
"Shit" I say under my breath, taking one last shot, knowing what's about to happen.
SMACK. Mike slamming and breaks the bottle across the guys face. Immediately getting out off my seat as the biker tackles him against the bar. I put my arm around the guys neck and throw him to the ground, my knee on this throat and saying it ends here as I clench my fist and raise it up.
"You say something like that again, and I won't stop him from breaking your neck. You don't talk like that, to no one. Got it?"
The guy trying to break free, struggling to breathe. He looks at me and gasps.
Mike gives him one good kick to the side and says:
"He's telling you to apologize you dumb fuck!"
Still not being able to breathe all that well, he's able to choke out:
"Sorry!"
I get up, and let down my fist, brushing off my pants and sitting back down. Mike still standing there looking at the biker as he gets back up and gets pushed away by my brother. After that, the bartender says to get out and not to come back. All of a sudden I hear a loud crash and this piercing high pitched noise is ringing my ears, and everything turns white...
"Get up Matt! Get the fuck up and let's go!"
Mike yelling at me as he stands above my body, laying there on the pavement. I open my eyes and see the truck side swiped into a wall, and smoking. Touching my face, there's blood coming out the side of my head. I struggle up at Mike takes me by the arms and starts moving me.
"Dammit Rob! Why did you do that? Matt almost got seriously fucked up!"
"You ok?!"
"Yeah I'm fine, I think. My head is killing me. What happened?" I say as I start walking on my own, wiping the blood off my face and touching my head once more tying to stop the bleeding.
"Rob over tried to play GTA with some lone zombie, lost control and slid right into a wall, so now the truck is done and we have to walk. Thankfully we are only 5 minutes away from the city, so let's get moving"
As we get everything together, I look for our first aid kit and begin to clean myself up and get all of our stuff together, knowing what's ahead of us. Rob walking up to me, I can see he is concerned, but I just look at him and give a thumbs up letting him know I'm OK. Jen pops the hood open and gives it one final look, she looks pissed, and I can see we lost a tire on the other side because the truck is leaning down.
"That must have been one hell of a zombie there"
"No, it was the huge pot hole that did this" Jen replies as she waves the smoke away from here, and points down the road bit showing me this huge hole in the pavement. Looks as if someone tried to dig to China.
I let out a huge sigh and laugh, knowing that nothing can ever go our way, and that I was wrong to try and take a nap in a place like this. Maybe next time I'll drive and not pull a stunt like that. 10 minutes later, we get everything else together and start walking down the road, Mike still yelling at Rob because of the accident.
"Mike will you just shut up, it's done, we could be dead right now, but were not, so be thankful for that. In case you didn't notice, we are 5 minutes from the city, and the last thing we need is you causing problems while those dead fucks are trying to eat us"
He looks at me, then Rob, and shakes his head looking away and spitting.
"He's sorry, and knows what happened, so I don't it will happen again, alright!?"
"I sure as hell hope not, that truck was going to make this trip easier, and now we are stuck walking"
"Oh boo hoo, we have to walk, do you remember 2 years ago when we had to walk across the desert for days on end, not knowing what could happen?"
"Yeah, I do. That's why I'm pissed, we have to do this shit all over again"
"I know, but we can get through this, we have done it before, who's to say we can't do it again?"
Finally letting out a small chuckle, a sense of a comfort finally falls over the group, making it just a tad easier to do this whole trip. I put my arm around Rob's shoulder and tell him:
"Look, shit happens, so just let it go and we'll find another, but you're not driving" I laugh a little and pat his chest, grabbing a smoke and putting one in his mouth lighting them and continue walking.
Finally arriving in the deserted city, we look around, seeing the broken and open windows covering the tall buildings, paper all over the streets, and bodies strewn about around us, only making the situation that much more dangerous. We grab our guns, and begin looking around, for anything.
"So what's the plan?" Mike asks not letting his eyes off the bodies around us as we pass them one by one by groups.
"We look for drug stores, gas stations, convenience stores and some sign of an evac near by. We are going to have to split up, cover more ground and get shit done quicker"
I usually never say that, it's a bad idea to split up, anything could happen and it increases the chance of dying greatly. But in this case, we need to get out asap, and finding what we need is the only way to do it in a quick manner. Pulling out my radio, and everyone else doing so, I hand out batteries, and turn mine on.
"Make sure we are all full power and on the same channel, which is 2. If anyone else outside of this group is on this channel, remember, don't trust them, just work with them and find out who they are, what they want. We don't need another hat trick happening again"
About 3 weeks ago, we found this group of people who we thought at the time, we just like us, trying to find help and a way to get out. Turns out they were pirates, scumbags who would trick survivors into trusting them, and when their guard was down, they would take their guns, ammo, and other supplies then kill them, as if it was OK. Well they picked the wrong two guys to do it to. Mike and I knew right at the beginning that things were not right by the way they were acting, very nice and open to stay with them. Anyone in this new world that acts like that is up to no good. So we stayed on point with them for the next 3 days, always keeping an eye on all them, sleeping with one eye open, and always keeping our weapons in hand. When they finally tried to attack us, we were "sleeping" and caught them sneaking into our room one night, the two guys, Jim and Nick were attempting to take our guns away, so naturally, we got up in a quick fashion and asked them what they were doing, while pinning them against the wall with our knife against their throats.
They told us their little scheme, and tried to explain why they were doing it. We were disgusted, greatly, so after hearing their bullshit, we knocked them out, tied them up, and left them in the room. Now after putting those two away, 4 other people were still in the house, wide awake, and waiting for their friends to return with the new goods. Well they were surprised when they saw my brother and I walk into the room with our guns pointed yelling for them to drop to the ground and hands on their head. One of the guys tried to be a hero and jumped up, well needless to say, he was stabbed after being taken down CQC style, and that was the end of him. Thankfully the others did try anything like that because at the time, we were in the killing mood, and there's nothing I hate more than killing the non infected. So we tied them up and put the constricted bodies in the middle of the road with an air horn going off and a flare burning. Letting the undead know that dinner is served.
We escaped taking what we could, and loaded up in their car. Never looking back. And since then, we will never trust anyone else but the ones with us now. Splitting up into groups of 2, Mike with Rob and Jen, while Jacob came with me.
"Mike, stay alert, you know the drill. Do not get careless out there, just get the shit we need and get out. You're all that I have and I'm not losing you too"
"Don't worry Matt, I got this" He says with a smirk and puts his hand out.
"Just get it done, and stay in touch" Grabbing his hand and wrapping my other arm around him.
We split up and get moving, turning the radio dial and checking the signal, while putting the ear piece on:
"Tower this is Ghost Rider requesting a flyby"
"Negative Ghost Rider, the pattern is full"
"Roger that, Rob, Jen...how's the signal and do you copy?"
"Jen here, loud and clear, full signal"
"Yeah you're good to go there Ghost Rider"
"Jacob how bout' you" As I look at him standing right next to me
Holding the radio up to his mouth: "Yeah you're all clear smart ass, I know you can hear yourself on my radio"
I give him a soft punch on the arm and tell him not to get sassy with me, laughing a bit and continuing to move forward. All around us, glass, blood, body parts, and abandoned cars. We come across our first gas station, lights on, and a sign that says NO GAS. We have found out that many gas stations did this towards the end because the employees and managers themselves would horde it all and make a getaway. So a little cardboard sign is not going to make us turn around.
"Mike, we found our first gas station, about a quarter mile down the road from our starting point, it looks hopeful, and we'll keep you updated. Out."
"Gotcha, stay frosty. Out"
As Jacob and I walked up to the pumps, guns ready for what ever pops out, we check the pumps, but one after another, dry. Getting the last 2 pump stations, one of them regular and the other diesel, we squeeze the pump handle, and like the best piss in the world, we let out a sigh, and stop wasting. I tell Jacob to wait here while I go inside and grab some gas cans. After the incident when we first met, he refuses to go into another gas station store. So I won't make him do it. Opening the door slowly, I walk in and sling my rifle behind my back, taking out my pistol. Immediately working my way toward the register area, I walk behind the counter and look for keys, and cigarettes. Knocking on the window, looking at Jacob, I give him a thumbs up with the keys in my hand and he thumbs back to me.
I turn around grabbing packs and looking for gas cans. Then suddenly I hear Jacob, yelling my name and shots firing. Almost instantly I start running towards him not wanting another gas station to blow up again, I run out the door and see 5 of the undead making their way to him, closing the short distance. I take a shot and kill one, but there are still 4 about to eat Jacob where he stands.
"JACOB!! DO NOT SHOOT! DON'T FUCKING SHOOT!!!"
I tackle my way into the crowed, pushing them away and landing on the ground with him, pulling him and myself up as the ghouls try to do so also. I run up to one of them, bringing my boot into their rotting flesh covered face, putting him on his back and my foot on his chest, firing off the first round. The next one crawling towards me, grabbing my foot, Jacob fires and kills him instantly without hesitation. With the other 3 staggering at us, one of them being a rather large one, we shoot the other two, and I take my bat out, clothes lining the fat one, nearly knocking the bat out of my hands at I smack him with it.
"This guy must have eaten the entire fucking city!" Jacob says as he sees the stomach bulging out of his work shirt"
"Well at least he is getting his exercise" I proceed to bring out my pistol and shoot him, as he struggles to get up and continue to get us.
"That's my diet for these bastards"
We head back together this time, because I'm not having him die on me...
We cannot hide, there is nothing left...
As I sit there on a rusted metal chair, in some abandoned house that we came to running away from the horde, I hear them closing in. Knowing what's to come, and the possibilities of what could happen, I check the chamber, and the other gun of mine making sure I'm loaded. The others around me scurrying about the place checking all the doors and windows, making sure we are secure. I don't think I've ever been this exhausted in my life, not tired, just exhausted and sick of it all. One of the guys across the room from me is sitting on the floor checking his map, and talking to himself. Hopefully he's not going crazy like Luke did. Luke was a great person, but he lost it one night and thought everyone was turning into one of the ghouls, so we had no choice but to dispatch him. This new world can really get to you if you don't keep a cool head.
"Clear out the rest of the rooms upstairs and come back when you're done people" I yell as I walk about the house checking on everyone.
"Got some here!" Shots ringing from the upstairs as they take care of the stragglers.
"Guys, keep it quiet, it won't be long until they realize we are here and the last thing we need is you announcing it with fucking gunfire! Use your blades."
Looking out the window, I check the surrounding area seeing if any large groups are near by. Bodies every where, laying on the ground, in the cars left in the street, and the single ghouls staggering about looking for nothing but more victims. Locking the windows and closing the shades, I check the front door again making sure the pieces of wood are secure and not loose like Jacob will do sometimes.
Coming upstairs and passing the open rooms, I see the dead bodies piled up and cover my face with the bandanna around my neck so I don't smell their rot. At first it was bad, then it only got worse as time passed by let them ferment even further. I check their head for holes making sure they were disposed of properly and not ticking time bombs for more problems ahead of us.
Suddenly a loud bang on the window from downstairs comes out of no where. I immediately run downstairs, gun ready and pointed as I work my way through the hall way towards the living room. Seeing the shadow of a slow, but persistent body stand there and move their arms around, I wait, seeing if it happens again, and again, but nothing. Just another stupid one trying to figure out why it cannot get in.
Letting my aim down, I back away and keep quiet, waiting for it to go away and find someone else. But it doesn't, it just stands there, as if he's playing the waiting game, to see who makes the next move first. I stand there aiming again, praying that no one makes a loud noise or says anything out loud, and give our presence away.
It's moments like these that I hate the most, when we just wait and see what happens. I prefer staying on the move, and have a goal, knowing that we are not just doing nothing, waiting for nothing.
Becoming fed up, I walk towards the window and push a small part of the shade aside with the tip of my rifle and peek. There he is, just standing there with a blank stare into nothing but black. Sure, I could shoot, kill him and that would be it. But I'd rather not have a busted window, and alert the rest of them. So I walk over to the other window and knock on it, luring him over and running back to the other window, where he was before, and open it, climbing out and coming up behind him, kicking the back of his legs, dropping him to his knees and snapping his neck. Putting an end to that bullshit.
Immediately running back in, hoping none of them saw me, I shut the window quietly, locking it and closing the shades. Jacob stand there with his gun pointing at me, I brush my self off, and tell him:
"Easy there, I'm not the enemy, just taking care of some domestic problems."
He smirks, and looks at me closely, checking to see if I was bit.
I stretch out my arms and show him my neck...
"How do I look?"
"Like shit" with a laugh.
"Haha, thanks, you too sweetheart"
Putting my arms back down, I bring his gun with them and hand him a cigarette.
"How's upstairs looking?"
"Not too bad. There's an attic full of nothing, and a balcony with a dead guy who shot himself with a note in his hand..."
Jacob handing me the note, he gives me a face that clearly expresses that it's one of those farewell notes telling that he tried his best and just couldn't do it anymore.
The note read:
"Dear Janet, I'm so sorry. I let you down, and now, our son is dead. It's all my fault. If I could fix it, I would, but I knew he was bit. There was only one thing I could do to save us. I hope you find this note before they find you. I refuse to live in this world anymore. I don't why it happened, or how for that matter, but I'm done. I love you, and always will no matter what. For ever and ever babe."
Sincerely,
Christopher Allen McDonnell.
I folded up the note, and gave it back, not wanting to hold it anymore. I rubbed the back of my neck, letting out a sigh, thinking about when it all first happened. I can't, never mind.
"You alright Matt?"
"Yeah I'm fine, just make sure we are secure and don't start a fire with that smoke"
I walk up stairs to the balcony, sliding open the glass door, and seeing the body sit there in the chair, limp, and full of sorrow. Jacob must have taken the gun he had, his hand was still in the shape of the handle, and his finger was stretched out. Standing against the guard rail, I stretched my arms and look up into the sky, coming soon to a complete sunrise. It was a relief knowing that it's daytime out, it's easier to spot them, and not as hard to run into one. Turning around and looking down the street of the suburbia, I see the ghouls stumble around, some eating their breakfast, and others just standing there, nothing else, just "lifeless".
Suddenly, I hear a scream from the inside, it was Jen's. I run back in, trying to find where it came from, yelling for them. In the bathroom, Jen is struggling with one of them in the dark, as they bounce back and fourth.
Turning the light on, I grab her and push her away as I pick up her bat, and kick the undead body against the mirror, giving it one hard blow to the side of the head, and continuing after he goes down, making sure that it won't get up again. After a few more hits, I turn around, and hand her the bat.
"Were you bit?"
"I don't think so..."
Taking her by the arm, I check her body for anything that could resemble a bit, or a simple scratch for that matter.
"You look clean, you're lucky. What the fuck happened?"
"I was just checking to see if they had any aspirin in the medicine cabinet and suddenly he came out of the corner and grabbed me!"
"Ever heard of turning on a light when you walk into a room?"
"I thought there was no power in the house, so I just used my flashlight"
"And you didn't even check the room? What's that all about?"
"I thought it was clear! It's just a bathroom, why would one be in here!?"
"Well one was, and you were nearly killed. Next time, check every fucking corner before entering a room! How many times do I have to repeat myself?"
"I'm sorry"
"It's fine...just...be careful next time. I don't need another one of you guys killed"
Grabbing the pills out of the medicine cabinet, I turn around and hand them to her.
"Keep these, and see if there's anything else we can use, maybe some sleeping stuff, I could use a good nap sometime"
"I'll check, and let you know if I find anything"
Walking back into the hallway, I look at the sliding door for the balcony, and take a deep breath. Hoping that they didn't hear us, I walk outside and block the sun with my hand. Cursing under my breath, I see them march towards the house, knowing we are here now because of the noise. Taking a step back and calling Jen quietly.
"Hey we got a problem. Tell everyone it's about to get bad, and to meet me up here, asap"
Running down the hall, she starts calling for them. I take another deep breath, and think to myself: "Well, here it goes again. Let's hope this time, nothing too bad happens" Looking down at the front yard, they begin to pound and bang on the windows and door. Praying that none of them get in anytime soon, I hear someone walk up behind me and suddenly point my gun.
Letting it down, I see them all looking at me. Bringing them out, I point down to the yard and let them see the same old bullshit. There's only 5 of us, Myself, Jen, Jacob, Micheal, and Rob. All of them found by my brother and I as we tried to escape our own hell when it all first happened. Jacob turning around and asking:
"What do we do now?"
I look at him with a cocked eyebrow and say
"Well, either we get the fuck out of here now, through the back door, or make it fun, and start popping heads like a high school kid with bad acne"
Hearing a gun cock, I look at Mike and see him ready to go, as always, he never passes up an opportunity to shoot a few rounds into the faces of those zombie bastards that killed our family.
"Looks like option number two is the majority vote guys" I say as I bring up my rifle over my shoulder, and putting my bandanna around my face again. "Safety first kids"
"So does this mean we are not leaving out the back door?"
"Jacob, if you want to leave, then go ahead, but I'd rather not have you run off and die. So yeah, we are going to fucking stick around and kill some of these bastards. We have enough ammo to supply a small army, so why not use some of it, to make sure it works?"
"You know it's all good ammunition..."
"And you know I love using it"
"God dammit"
"How about the rest of you? Ready?"
Everyone looks at each other, checking and nodding. Pulling out their guns and bandannas.
"You guys see that truck?" Mike points out with his gun.
Looking over the guard rail a little more, I see it. But immediately wonder.
"Okay, we go to the garage, check for fuel, and grab it if there is. After wards, we head out and load into the truck. We gotta get to the city for the evac"
Mike looks at me with a disappointing look wondering why I'm so eager to leave.
"Relax, we are killing some undead fucks before we do so of course. So you just calm down there."
A smile comes back to his face, and we head down to the front door. Pulling off the wood with a crowbar, Jacob asks me again:
"You sure about this Matt? What if something happens, what if there's no fuel?"
"Then we find another car, or keep moving. It's easy to lose these guys, did you forget that they move as slow as old people fucking?"
"I'm just saying"
"I know, just have a little faith in me? We did save you from that gas station remember?"
When we found Jacob, he was locked in an abandoned gas station 5 minutes outside of town. The place was surrounded with the undead, and boy did we show up at the right time. They started to get in and he didn't have many bullets in that gun of his. Screaming, and running around, firing off rounds into nothing, he was like a chicken with his head cutoff, but worse. Because he had a gun. A bullet went stray and hit the nozzle of the pump catching it on fire, and he didn't notice because he was too busy acting like a fucking idiot. Mike and I ran in and grabbed him, pushing the zombies away and shooting some in our way, trying to get out before the entire station caught on fire, he wasn't making it easy. So mike hit him on the head and knocked him out.
He woke up 20 minutes later in our van freaking out thinking he was dead and asking who we were. Three weeks later, he we are, in a house, about to go out into the apocalypse and he's asking me if I am sure about this. Some nerve huh?
"Alright, if you say so Matt"
As the last board came off, I opened the door to three ghouls falling in and trying to get us immediately. Jacob jumping back, I pop off a few shots , putting them out and mike runs out the door, towards the drive way yelling and taunting the crowed around the house.
Following him out there, I yell:
"Find the keys, the gas and open the garage door!"
Round after round, bodies drop all around us. I pull out my bat, and start swinging. The garage door opens slowly, Jen, Jacob and Rob running out towards the truck loading in the gas cans and getting in the truck.
Pulling out my pistol, I shoot the kneecaps of one zombie, dropping him down to his no longer remaining knees, and swing my bat to his temple.
"WHOO! That's one for the humans you zombie assholes!"
Finishing him off with a .45 round to his skull, I holster my gun and continue hitting home runs as I run around the front yard. Mike yelling telling me to come back, he's got quite a crowed around him.
I begin making my way towards him as one grabs me and pulls me down, dropping my bat, and out of my reach, I struggle to break his grip, pulling out my knife and cutting his hand off with a swift motion of my blade, getting back up grabbing my bat again.
Mike, now almost surrounded by the undead army, out of ammo, and swinging with his machete, I sprint as fast as I can across the yard, yelling.
"I'M COMING MIKE!"
Breaking through the crowed surrounding him, and almost getting sliced from him, I swing for the legs of them, and yell for him to get going to the truck. I remembered that I left my rifle in front of the window in the living room. I am not forgetting that gun. As I run back to the front door, more of the ghouls are stumbling about the place inside, I quickly dash for the living room looking frantically for my gun, and spot it propped up against the wall right next to the window.
I pull out my pistols, and start unloading rounds, one after another into the heads in my way. Putting the handguns of fun away, I grab my AK-47 and cock it. Look at the front door entrance, it's now flooded with the zombies, I bust open the window and jump out into the yard. Getting up and running for the truck, now in the street, ready to go. I hop in the tailgate, and pull out a nice parting gift from my vest. Pulling the pin with my teeth, and spitting it out into my front pocket, I say my parting words:
"Here's looking at you kid! Had fun playing ball!"
Throwing the grenade in the garage, and rolling under the car, I smile and give them the one finger salute as we drive away.
A loud explosion booms from the house and fire erupts sending bodies into the street. I cheer and throw my fist into the air. Sitting down in the bed, and my back up against the cab, the window opens, and my brothers face shows:
"Next time...it's my turn to do that. Where did you get the grenade?"
"Remember that one war vets home? Well I found these in a foot locker in the basement, didn't think they worked up until now" Laughing as I light another cigarette.
"Can I have one?"
"No, you would waste it on something stupid"
"What if I blow up a house?"
"No that's dangerous"
"Fuck you Matt" as he laughs too
"Love you too little brother"
"So where to Matt?"
Pushing Mike back into the truck, and sticking my head in the cab I tell Rob:
"Go to the city, we need more fuel and supplies before we find that evac station"
"Sounds good" Rob replies as he turns the radio dials, trying to find something.
I sit back down and check my self for bites, or other wounds. Nothing. I look at my clip, and it's empty. Pulling back the slide on my rifle, there was one round left. I let out a big sigh once again, and started laughing as I put the rifle down and took another drag.
Looking at my watch, it read 8:34am. Knowing that our day is only beginning, but thankful that it is, knowing that we are about to go to the worst part of this undead infested place.
"We better find what we are looking for Matt" Mike yells from the back window again, as he pops off a few more rounds into the zombies we pass by.
"Yeah...me too" I quietly say to myself, looking at the neighborhood we are leaving in such a hurry.
"Clear out the rest of the rooms upstairs and come back when you're done people" I yell as I walk about the house checking on everyone.
"Got some here!" Shots ringing from the upstairs as they take care of the stragglers.
"Guys, keep it quiet, it won't be long until they realize we are here and the last thing we need is you announcing it with fucking gunfire! Use your blades."
Looking out the window, I check the surrounding area seeing if any large groups are near by. Bodies every where, laying on the ground, in the cars left in the street, and the single ghouls staggering about looking for nothing but more victims. Locking the windows and closing the shades, I check the front door again making sure the pieces of wood are secure and not loose like Jacob will do sometimes.
Coming upstairs and passing the open rooms, I see the dead bodies piled up and cover my face with the bandanna around my neck so I don't smell their rot. At first it was bad, then it only got worse as time passed by let them ferment even further. I check their head for holes making sure they were disposed of properly and not ticking time bombs for more problems ahead of us.
Suddenly a loud bang on the window from downstairs comes out of no where. I immediately run downstairs, gun ready and pointed as I work my way through the hall way towards the living room. Seeing the shadow of a slow, but persistent body stand there and move their arms around, I wait, seeing if it happens again, and again, but nothing. Just another stupid one trying to figure out why it cannot get in.
Letting my aim down, I back away and keep quiet, waiting for it to go away and find someone else. But it doesn't, it just stands there, as if he's playing the waiting game, to see who makes the next move first. I stand there aiming again, praying that no one makes a loud noise or says anything out loud, and give our presence away.
It's moments like these that I hate the most, when we just wait and see what happens. I prefer staying on the move, and have a goal, knowing that we are not just doing nothing, waiting for nothing.
Becoming fed up, I walk towards the window and push a small part of the shade aside with the tip of my rifle and peek. There he is, just standing there with a blank stare into nothing but black. Sure, I could shoot, kill him and that would be it. But I'd rather not have a busted window, and alert the rest of them. So I walk over to the other window and knock on it, luring him over and running back to the other window, where he was before, and open it, climbing out and coming up behind him, kicking the back of his legs, dropping him to his knees and snapping his neck. Putting an end to that bullshit.
Immediately running back in, hoping none of them saw me, I shut the window quietly, locking it and closing the shades. Jacob stand there with his gun pointing at me, I brush my self off, and tell him:
"Easy there, I'm not the enemy, just taking care of some domestic problems."
He smirks, and looks at me closely, checking to see if I was bit.
I stretch out my arms and show him my neck...
"How do I look?"
"Like shit" with a laugh.
"Haha, thanks, you too sweetheart"
Putting my arms back down, I bring his gun with them and hand him a cigarette.
"How's upstairs looking?"
"Not too bad. There's an attic full of nothing, and a balcony with a dead guy who shot himself with a note in his hand..."
Jacob handing me the note, he gives me a face that clearly expresses that it's one of those farewell notes telling that he tried his best and just couldn't do it anymore.
The note read:
"Dear Janet, I'm so sorry. I let you down, and now, our son is dead. It's all my fault. If I could fix it, I would, but I knew he was bit. There was only one thing I could do to save us. I hope you find this note before they find you. I refuse to live in this world anymore. I don't why it happened, or how for that matter, but I'm done. I love you, and always will no matter what. For ever and ever babe."
Sincerely,
Christopher Allen McDonnell.
I folded up the note, and gave it back, not wanting to hold it anymore. I rubbed the back of my neck, letting out a sigh, thinking about when it all first happened. I can't, never mind.
"You alright Matt?"
"Yeah I'm fine, just make sure we are secure and don't start a fire with that smoke"
I walk up stairs to the balcony, sliding open the glass door, and seeing the body sit there in the chair, limp, and full of sorrow. Jacob must have taken the gun he had, his hand was still in the shape of the handle, and his finger was stretched out. Standing against the guard rail, I stretched my arms and look up into the sky, coming soon to a complete sunrise. It was a relief knowing that it's daytime out, it's easier to spot them, and not as hard to run into one. Turning around and looking down the street of the suburbia, I see the ghouls stumble around, some eating their breakfast, and others just standing there, nothing else, just "lifeless".
Suddenly, I hear a scream from the inside, it was Jen's. I run back in, trying to find where it came from, yelling for them. In the bathroom, Jen is struggling with one of them in the dark, as they bounce back and fourth.
Turning the light on, I grab her and push her away as I pick up her bat, and kick the undead body against the mirror, giving it one hard blow to the side of the head, and continuing after he goes down, making sure that it won't get up again. After a few more hits, I turn around, and hand her the bat.
"Were you bit?"
"I don't think so..."
Taking her by the arm, I check her body for anything that could resemble a bit, or a simple scratch for that matter.
"You look clean, you're lucky. What the fuck happened?"
"I was just checking to see if they had any aspirin in the medicine cabinet and suddenly he came out of the corner and grabbed me!"
"Ever heard of turning on a light when you walk into a room?"
"I thought there was no power in the house, so I just used my flashlight"
"And you didn't even check the room? What's that all about?"
"I thought it was clear! It's just a bathroom, why would one be in here!?"
"Well one was, and you were nearly killed. Next time, check every fucking corner before entering a room! How many times do I have to repeat myself?"
"I'm sorry"
"It's fine...just...be careful next time. I don't need another one of you guys killed"
Grabbing the pills out of the medicine cabinet, I turn around and hand them to her.
"Keep these, and see if there's anything else we can use, maybe some sleeping stuff, I could use a good nap sometime"
"I'll check, and let you know if I find anything"
Walking back into the hallway, I look at the sliding door for the balcony, and take a deep breath. Hoping that they didn't hear us, I walk outside and block the sun with my hand. Cursing under my breath, I see them march towards the house, knowing we are here now because of the noise. Taking a step back and calling Jen quietly.
"Hey we got a problem. Tell everyone it's about to get bad, and to meet me up here, asap"
Running down the hall, she starts calling for them. I take another deep breath, and think to myself: "Well, here it goes again. Let's hope this time, nothing too bad happens" Looking down at the front yard, they begin to pound and bang on the windows and door. Praying that none of them get in anytime soon, I hear someone walk up behind me and suddenly point my gun.
Letting it down, I see them all looking at me. Bringing them out, I point down to the yard and let them see the same old bullshit. There's only 5 of us, Myself, Jen, Jacob, Micheal, and Rob. All of them found by my brother and I as we tried to escape our own hell when it all first happened. Jacob turning around and asking:
"What do we do now?"
I look at him with a cocked eyebrow and say
"Well, either we get the fuck out of here now, through the back door, or make it fun, and start popping heads like a high school kid with bad acne"
Hearing a gun cock, I look at Mike and see him ready to go, as always, he never passes up an opportunity to shoot a few rounds into the faces of those zombie bastards that killed our family.
"Looks like option number two is the majority vote guys" I say as I bring up my rifle over my shoulder, and putting my bandanna around my face again. "Safety first kids"
"So does this mean we are not leaving out the back door?"
"Jacob, if you want to leave, then go ahead, but I'd rather not have you run off and die. So yeah, we are going to fucking stick around and kill some of these bastards. We have enough ammo to supply a small army, so why not use some of it, to make sure it works?"
"You know it's all good ammunition..."
"And you know I love using it"
"God dammit"
"How about the rest of you? Ready?"
Everyone looks at each other, checking and nodding. Pulling out their guns and bandannas.
"You guys see that truck?" Mike points out with his gun.
Looking over the guard rail a little more, I see it. But immediately wonder.
"Okay, we go to the garage, check for fuel, and grab it if there is. After wards, we head out and load into the truck. We gotta get to the city for the evac"
Mike looks at me with a disappointing look wondering why I'm so eager to leave.
"Relax, we are killing some undead fucks before we do so of course. So you just calm down there."
A smile comes back to his face, and we head down to the front door. Pulling off the wood with a crowbar, Jacob asks me again:
"You sure about this Matt? What if something happens, what if there's no fuel?"
"Then we find another car, or keep moving. It's easy to lose these guys, did you forget that they move as slow as old people fucking?"
"I'm just saying"
"I know, just have a little faith in me? We did save you from that gas station remember?"
When we found Jacob, he was locked in an abandoned gas station 5 minutes outside of town. The place was surrounded with the undead, and boy did we show up at the right time. They started to get in and he didn't have many bullets in that gun of his. Screaming, and running around, firing off rounds into nothing, he was like a chicken with his head cutoff, but worse. Because he had a gun. A bullet went stray and hit the nozzle of the pump catching it on fire, and he didn't notice because he was too busy acting like a fucking idiot. Mike and I ran in and grabbed him, pushing the zombies away and shooting some in our way, trying to get out before the entire station caught on fire, he wasn't making it easy. So mike hit him on the head and knocked him out.
He woke up 20 minutes later in our van freaking out thinking he was dead and asking who we were. Three weeks later, he we are, in a house, about to go out into the apocalypse and he's asking me if I am sure about this. Some nerve huh?
"Alright, if you say so Matt"
As the last board came off, I opened the door to three ghouls falling in and trying to get us immediately. Jacob jumping back, I pop off a few shots , putting them out and mike runs out the door, towards the drive way yelling and taunting the crowed around the house.
Following him out there, I yell:
"Find the keys, the gas and open the garage door!"
Round after round, bodies drop all around us. I pull out my bat, and start swinging. The garage door opens slowly, Jen, Jacob and Rob running out towards the truck loading in the gas cans and getting in the truck.
Pulling out my pistol, I shoot the kneecaps of one zombie, dropping him down to his no longer remaining knees, and swing my bat to his temple.
"WHOO! That's one for the humans you zombie assholes!"
Finishing him off with a .45 round to his skull, I holster my gun and continue hitting home runs as I run around the front yard. Mike yelling telling me to come back, he's got quite a crowed around him.
I begin making my way towards him as one grabs me and pulls me down, dropping my bat, and out of my reach, I struggle to break his grip, pulling out my knife and cutting his hand off with a swift motion of my blade, getting back up grabbing my bat again.
Mike, now almost surrounded by the undead army, out of ammo, and swinging with his machete, I sprint as fast as I can across the yard, yelling.
"I'M COMING MIKE!"
Breaking through the crowed surrounding him, and almost getting sliced from him, I swing for the legs of them, and yell for him to get going to the truck. I remembered that I left my rifle in front of the window in the living room. I am not forgetting that gun. As I run back to the front door, more of the ghouls are stumbling about the place inside, I quickly dash for the living room looking frantically for my gun, and spot it propped up against the wall right next to the window.
I pull out my pistols, and start unloading rounds, one after another into the heads in my way. Putting the handguns of fun away, I grab my AK-47 and cock it. Look at the front door entrance, it's now flooded with the zombies, I bust open the window and jump out into the yard. Getting up and running for the truck, now in the street, ready to go. I hop in the tailgate, and pull out a nice parting gift from my vest. Pulling the pin with my teeth, and spitting it out into my front pocket, I say my parting words:
"Here's looking at you kid! Had fun playing ball!"
Throwing the grenade in the garage, and rolling under the car, I smile and give them the one finger salute as we drive away.
A loud explosion booms from the house and fire erupts sending bodies into the street. I cheer and throw my fist into the air. Sitting down in the bed, and my back up against the cab, the window opens, and my brothers face shows:
"Next time...it's my turn to do that. Where did you get the grenade?"
"Remember that one war vets home? Well I found these in a foot locker in the basement, didn't think they worked up until now" Laughing as I light another cigarette.
"Can I have one?"
"No, you would waste it on something stupid"
"What if I blow up a house?"
"No that's dangerous"
"Fuck you Matt" as he laughs too
"Love you too little brother"
"So where to Matt?"
Pushing Mike back into the truck, and sticking my head in the cab I tell Rob:
"Go to the city, we need more fuel and supplies before we find that evac station"
"Sounds good" Rob replies as he turns the radio dials, trying to find something.
I sit back down and check my self for bites, or other wounds. Nothing. I look at my clip, and it's empty. Pulling back the slide on my rifle, there was one round left. I let out a big sigh once again, and started laughing as I put the rifle down and took another drag.
Looking at my watch, it read 8:34am. Knowing that our day is only beginning, but thankful that it is, knowing that we are about to go to the worst part of this undead infested place.
"We better find what we are looking for Matt" Mike yells from the back window again, as he pops off a few more rounds into the zombies we pass by.
"Yeah...me too" I quietly say to myself, looking at the neighborhood we are leaving in such a hurry.
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