I pressed my back to the cold, wet wall that dripped eagerly with rain. My pistols were nearly dry and raised to the sides of my face as I waited impatiently for the sound of helicopter blades ripping through the air.
"Where the fuck is it?" Francis growled, gripping his shotgun with one hand.
"How am I suppose to know?" Bill answered, agitated. I looked over at Louis and raised my eyebrows, curious to know if we were the only ones here without anger problems. Louis shrugged in return and held onto his Uzi when we heard the sound of the Horde echo in the stale air, followed by the noise of a helicopter.
"It's about time!" I screamed and aimed my pistols, firing at the Infected that spun and cut around the corner with savage looks upon their hungry, deformed faces. I heard Bill yell my name and I jumped backwards before turning completely and sprinting the the flying machine.
I was almost there when a cool appendage wrapped around my ankle and flipped my from my feet, my forehead smacking against the concrete due to the force. Letting out a scream, the three men fired off gunshots and the grip on my ankle fell limp, assuming the Smoker had died. Once again I pushed to my feet and raced over to the helicopter where I joined my team as the helicopter moved away from the roof of Mercy Hospital.
"This is fantastic. Finally, no more zombies!" I cheered in a dytharambic manner and set my fist into the air. One of the army men sat in the back with us and we made eye contact, but I furrowed my brows in confusion. His stare upon me looked frightened and sickening as he jumped to his feet and pushed through the others to stand face to face with me.
"Er...hey..." I awkwardly shifted and tried not to look at the man. He said nothing back to me. I was about to tell him I was rather uncomfortable with him being so close, but his hands grabbed chunks of my sweatshirt and he yanked me to the side with haste.
"What the hell are you doing!" Francis growled and tried to pull the man away from me.
But it was too late.
The army man pushed me backwards with extreme force and release my sweatshirt as My heels left the grated metal of the helicopter interior. Rain pounded against my face and my body recoiled as I was thrown from the helicopter in mid-flight.
"Zoey!" Louis shouted, followed by the other two screaming my name. My hands involuntarily reached out for something to grab, but there was nothing that could save me.
As my body ceased moving outward, gravity took over and I began dropping at a quick speed towards the ground. Watching the floors of Mercy Hospital go past me, I finally let out a scream that ripped my throat raw and it echoed through the empty city.
I was going to die, and I could have sworn I did as I hit the pavement with a sickening thud.
A/N: Alright, so I'm sorry that this first prologue type thing is reeeeally sucky! I'll rewrite it soon...I typed this all out on my iPod and I have to retype things and fix spelling/grammar. I apologize in advance, I really do...so please don't comment on that failing aspect.
But other than that, I really hope I do a good job with this!
-Miss Soapy 3