Zombie Apocalypse: Chapter Two
chapter two of my zombie apocalypse. i had fun writing this and i hope everyone that reads it enjoys the story ^.=.^
Chapter two- Murphy's Law
5:02 p.m. eastern time
Blood-tail sprinted into an alley, panting from the exertion of running for an extended period of time. "I really need to start getting in better shape" he thought to himself. Red glanced over his shoulder, and sure enough, the hunter was still just a few yards behind him. He vaulted over a gate, the hunter practically on his heels, and yelled "now". The hunter had just reached the gate when the pipe bombs blood-tail had made exploded, sending shrapnel tearing into the zombies' body and killing it instantly. "That went well" Red said as Mark and Henry climbed down from the single story building where they had been waiting for blood-tail's signal. "Good job on those pipe bombs, they worked perfectly" Mark said as he walked up to Red. Henry looked like he was going to lose his lunch as he surveyed the damage done to the hunter. "We should get out of here, it won't take long for more of these fuckers to come looking for food" Red muttered. Both mark and Henry agreed in unison, so the group continued towards their goal. It had only been an hour since they had left the diner, and things just didn't seem to be going in their favor. First they had run into a small group of the slow zombies, which had been easily gunned down, but the side effect was the noise had attracted one of the hunters. Although it hadn't found them immediately, the hunter had been blocking the only relatively safe way to their destination.
Red thought of Murphy's Law, and how anything that could go wrong would go wrong. "It seemed that Murphy wasn't that far off", red thought as they walked out of the alley. They had just exited the alley when another group of zombies spotted them. This group consisted entirely of the slow, stupid zombies, but there were at least thirty in the group. "I say we kill these bastards" Henry said as he pulled out his Rugers and began firing into the hoard. "No! it would be a waste of ammo and time" Red said as he told Henry to stop firing. Mark said the same and Henry reluctantly stopped shooting. The three ran past the hoard and continued moving towards one of their few chances of survival.
6:30 p.m.
The building in the distance had seemed much closer to blood-tail when he had seen it the first time, but as they continued moving, it only seemed to get farther away. "I thought you said that this place was only a mile away" Henry exclaimed. "Let's just keep moving" blood-tail replied with a bit of annoyance laced with his statement. It was beginning to get dark, and traveling at night was out of the question, so they started looking for a good place to hole up for the night. It didn't take long for them to find a relitively safe looking place to spend the night, ironic that it was a comfort inn. "Mark, Henry, cover my six and keep your eyes and ears open" red said as he slowly opened the main door. The hallway was dark and narrow, so he decided that his shotgun would be of more use than his AR. Blood-tail began creeping slowly down the long corridor, checking to see if any of the rooms were unlocked. "This place wouldn't be so bad if the power was on" Henry mumbled. Blood-tail found the basement door at the end of the hall. Readying his weapon, he pushed on the door, which creaked open slowly, making more noise than Red cared for. The room beyond was pitch black, and even Mark couldn't see anything past the light that the open door let in. "any one got a match or lighter" Red asked, to which mark handed him a small LED flashlight. "This will work" red said as he clicked on the light, illuminating the darkness. The basement looked like it had been used as a shelter from the apocalypse, but any resent occupants had apparently vacated the premises. Mark voiced his worry, but they needed to make sure that this building wasn't infested before they settled in for the night. Red attached the flashlight to his shotgun and began descending the stairs into the darkness. "Mark, Henry, stay here and make sure nothing follows me, I'm going to see if I can find the fuse box". "Shouldn't one of us come with you"? Henry asked. "No, Murphy's Laws of combat, (friendly fire-isn't), I don't want more than one blind gun in the dark" saying this, blood-tail continued his decent into the basement. The sounds that greeted his ears were like what used to be used in old horror movies, and the only illumination in the room came from the LED light attached to his shotgun which didn't help much as it was small. Blood-tail started searching for a fuse box or whatever powered the inn, and it didn't take long to find the buildings power box. He removed the boxes' cover and flipped the main power switch, and immediately "All" of the lights in the building came on. (Zombies aren't the smartest things in the world, but in a city with no power, one building's lights suddenly coming on has the effect of attracting attention). As Red turned around, he noticed something that he hadn't seen before. Apparently the previous residents of this basement hadn't left after all. "At least seven to one, I hate being outnumbered" Red thought as he shot the closest zombie in the face with his 12-gauge. He then heard several shots from upstairs, and guessed that his companions were having the same problems. The second, third and fourth zombies all came to the same fate as the first, and for a second he thought that this wouldn't be a problem. Just when blood-tail was feeling the rush that he loved, his luck changed in an instant as his gun jammed. "Aw fuck, not good" he said as he tried the trigger again. When his shotgun wouldn't fire, he instead reversed the gun and used it as a club to bash another of the zombies' heads in, hitting it a second time for good measure. He quickly unsheathed his machete and decapitated the next corpse in range. The last was about to lunge for blood-tail when its' head exploded. Mark was standing at the bottom of the stairs, his 12-gauge smoking. "Thanks, is Henry ok"? Red asked, Mark nodded and headed back up the stairs, leaving Red for the moment. Blood-tail sighed and started walking towards the stairs when another zombie rose from behind a stack of boxes and grabbed Red from behind. The sudden attack caught him completely off guard, giving the zombie enough time to get a good grip on its' next meal. "Fuck you if you think I'm lunch, you freak" blood-tail yelled at the zombie clinging to his neck. He was having a hard time keeping this corpse from biting him, and he knew he was on his own when the shots upstairs continued in a more rapid succession. The day had had its' toll on Red, and as he struggled with the zombie on his back, it started to catch up with him. As his strength began to give way and he felt exhaustion setting in, the zombie began fighting harder as it sensed its' meal weakening. Red made a last ditch effort and managed to flip the creature over his head, but in the process the zombie got a grip on blood-tails' arm and bit him. Red knew immediately that he had been bitten, but luckily his leather jacket was thick enough to prevent the zombies' teeth from breaking his scales and spreading the infection. It still hurt like an SOB, and he had to clench his teeth to keep the pain in the back of his mind and keep from crying out. His machete was lying on the floor in his reach, and it didn't take much effort to retrieve it and plunge the blade into the zombies' head. Blood-tail quickly recovered his wits and checked to make sure the bite hadn't broken his scales, and when he was satisfied that he wasn't going to become infected he retrieved his weapon and headed for the stairs. As he was climbing, the sounds of gunfire continued and he increased his pace. He examined his shotgun on the way up to see if using it as a club had had any negative side effects. To his dismay, he found that the stock had been cracked, and the trigger had been broken off. "I hate this town" he said as he threw the now useless weapon on the floor. He still had his AR and the .50 caliber magnum he had gotten at the diner, so he loaded the AR up and ran up the last few stairs.
7:45 p.m.
As Red bounded out of the basement, the carnage that greeted him was an unwelcome sight. Bodies and bullet casings were scattered throughout the halls, and there was blood everywhere. He started running towards the fading sound of gunfire. Judging by the shots, red guessed that both Henry and mark were still alive, at least for the moment. Blood-tail kept running towards the exit, but in his haste he tripped over one of the bodies and landed hard on his face. The fall knocked the wind out of him, and got the attention of one the bodies on the floor. "Can't ever tell when these things are dead" red muttered as he kicked the zombie in the head, cracking its' skull and leaving his boot print in what was left of the corpses head. "Something to remember me by" red gave an all American solute to the zombie before he left the building.
7:40 p.m.
Mark and Henry had been running and gunning since blood-tail had turned on the lights, but they were running low on ammo and energy. Both of them only had a few rounds left, and they had only fired when they had a guaranteed kill shot. They had been working their way towards a fire escape in a nearby apartment building, but it had been an uphill battle the entire way. Henry fired several more shots at the advancing zombies as he continued running for the fire escape. Mark emptied his last shell into the nearest undead and threw his gun away, following Henry towards their last hope for survival.
7:50 p.m.
Things were suddenly very quiet, which wasn't good, as it meant his companions were either out of ammo or dead. Blood-tail couldn't decide which would be worse as he headed in the direction that the last shots had been fired from. It wasn't had to find the direction Mark and Henry had gone, as all blood-tail had to do was follow the bodies and shell casings while checking to make sure that none of those bodies belonged to his companions.
8 p.m.
Mark grabbed the top rung and pulled himself over the ledge of the roof, turning around he grabbed Henry by the wrists and pulled him up the last few rungs. They were both panting from the climb and the haste at which they made it, but at least they were safe for now. "You okay, Henry" mark asked, his answer didn't take long in coming as Henry replied "I'm fine, but I'm worried about one as old as yourself". Mark grinned, he hadn't heard a joke from anyone since this hell on earth had started, and it was good to get a little humor. Still chuckling to himself, mark looked around their new haven for threats, but finding none he returned to the edge of the three story building to survey the ground below. Off in the distance they could see the inn that had nearly gotten them killed, and they were both surprised at the number of zombies they had shot in their haste. The remainder of the zombies had gathered below, moaning and growling for their lost meal, and a few were even trying to climb up the side of the building with minimal success. Observing the undead climb and fall back to the ground lightened the mood between the two, and after a few minutes of watching AFV (zombie addition) they had almost forgotten that the apocalypse had come to their town. The humor didn't last as long as several hunters came to investigate whatever had so many of their weaker brothers trying to scale a building. Both Henry and mark ducked out of sight the second they saw the hunters approaching. "Think they saw us"? Henry asked. Mark shook his head, "not yet".
8:12 p.m.
It had taken longer than expected for blood-tail to walk around all the bodies as some of them were still alive (?). A quick swing of his machete was all that was needed, and he made sure that any corpses in his path were true corpses. Red went around the next corner, and nearly dropped his machete when he saw the largest group of zombies he had seen since this apocalypse had started. He quickly moved back around the corner, hoping that none of the creatures had seen him. Taking a chance, he peeked around the corner to size up the hoard. "I am so fucked" he thought as he counted the zombies. There were at least a hundred, but the worst part came when he noticed that there were five hunters in the group. Then he noticed that most of the zombies were either looking up at a nearby building, or trying to climb said building. This stuck him as odd until he noticed a head poke into view, recognizing it as Henry; red breathed a sigh of relief. "At least I know Henry is still alive, but he won't be for long if I don't get those hunters away from them.
8:17 p.m.
"Mark, I think I can see blood-tail" Henry whispered. Mark looked over the edge, and quickly spotted Red squatting behind an old dumpster about 150ft away. "At least we know he's alive" mark whispered back. Henry looked over the ledge again; "wait, he's standing up, what the hell is he doing". This statement caused mark to look back over the wall, and he was almost spotted by one of the hunters below. "That is one crazy motherfucker down there" mark hissed as he sat back down. "What do you mean?" Henry asked. Mark looked Henry in the eye "he's going to try to lure those hunters away and give us a chance to escape; I just hope he can save himself when he's done".
well, that's the end of chapter two. it took a little longer to write than my first chapter. i hope everyone liked it, don't forget to give me your thoughts on whether or not i should keep going. ^.=.^