Chapter 1Syracause, New York SafetyFirst "When there is no more room in hell, the dead, shall walk."
Hunter Jerrico
I grabbed a shotgun, opening fire while running backwards up a stairwell. The infection, or zombies, for starters, had spread across the globe, or as we thought. There was no contact with others outside the US, since there wasnt any radio's or cell phones. Its been at least 4 weeks after the infection started. Whoever was alive regrouped, or tried, being that we've been losing survivors by the day.
The infected ran up the stairs, trailing behind us. I was in back, giving a bit of cover. I pushed my bangs out of my face. Shifting my cap around a little bit before running a few flights up the stairs and repeatedly fireing at the infected. "What the fff..." there was a safe room at the top of the building, the problem is, infected followed us up. "Get your asses MOVING!" I yelled up the stairs. "Were almost there! Two more flights!" Another survivor called down to me. I joined the group of survivors 2 days ago. I found them held up in a mall, when I was looking for food and ammo. (Actually, guns and food. I had a fire axe) But now, I had guns, and I had to use them constantly. "Oh, Shi-" I couldnt finish my sentence of our status due to being pounced by a hunter. Funny, actually, how we have the same name. He clawed. I punched. He clawed again, then got filled with lead when I reached my shotgun. I kicked the body down the stairs as other common infected trampled over it. "We're in! Get up here!" Thats the signal. The problem is, zombies literally grabbing at my feet and I got a flight to go. I turned around and shot a zombie in the face. Brains everywhere, including my face. I cleared the muck away from my eyes to see a hand reaching out for me. My goddamn guardian angel, I'll say. I grabbed it, but Something grabbed me. The claws dug into my skin. "Yyyyyyywwwwrrrrr...gghh." I muttered in pain. Next thing I know, I'm in the middle of a game of tug-a-war. The zombie let go, and I flew into the safe room. Someone closed the door and locked it. "Wow, I thought you wouldn't make it! I was just about ready to close the door! Uh, not to be an ass and all..." The survivor told me. "If you closed that door" I panted. "I would've knocked the damn thing down." I grabbed at my head, surprised. "Bastards made me lose my hat!" I groaned, knowing I wouldn't get it back.
"You did good, kid." I looked up to see a man peering down at me. "So whats yer name?" I paused, swallowed, then panted some more. "Hunter. Yeah, I know. One hell of a time for the name." We both laughed. "My names smoker. That's boomer, and shes witch." Someone else said "Why am I boomer? I'm a tank!" The man started flexing his muscles. We all felt sorta good inside. "I'm Tom. The man who saved your ass." "Nice to meet ya. Whats the head count?" I replied. When we mean head count, we mean how many people are left alive. "Around...10? Maybe 12?" I peered around. People were doing there own things, some eating, some laying down. Others stocking up on ammo, chosing which gun they should use, talking, or giving love to each other. (Not sex, you perverts.) "Damn, we're losing people by the day." I went to stand up, only to fall on my ass because of the wound on my leg. "What is it? Are you bitten?" Tom wanted only to help. He was truely a great guy. "No, no, one grabbed me, I think." Tom checked it, but my clothes were in the way, so it was hard to tell. He tried to move my pant leg to see my skin. I grunted with pain. "Its not bad, truely. Just, try again." He slowly lifted my pant leg. I bit my lip. the clothe peeled off my leg from the blood.
"Well, after cleaning it, taking the ripped clothe out of it, and waiting for the disinfectents to wear down, It doesn't look like a bite mark. Or at least, we cant tell." Tom worked at my leg for a while. He got me back on my feet. "I can walk. finally, my ass was getting numb." I said, after stretching. "well, you watch your leg kid. I'm going to bed." Tom looked tired. But who didn't?
When we go to bed, we have two people up at a time keeping guard. I was next in a few shifts, so I'd better get sleeping. I looked down. My hoody that I grabbed off a dead hunter was spattered with blood in places. Well, at least it reminds me whats out there, right? I got to bed my jeans were sorta uncomfortable untill I took things out of my pockets. I fell asleep fast. I dreamed I was on the streets, others walking on the streets, before the infection broke out it seems. But when I looked across the street, there was someone stareing at me. Then he ran in a building. I ran across the street and into the building. I chased the character for a while, but I lost site of him in between a spot where these hallways connect. I turned around, then again, then again. Looking for this mysterious person."Hello? Whos there? Where'd you go?" I yelled, but only heard whispers. Then, there she was. Someone stairing at me. She was in the dark, but by the looks of it, she had the hood up on her hoody.
"Who are you?" I asked. "What do you want?" She walked towards me. "So, many, questions, Hunter. But yet, so little answers." She giggled, in a mysterious way. "How do you know my name?" She took a few steps forward. Shes right next to me, but the dark hallways still provided darkness to cover her face. "All will be answered soon enough, dear." She raised her hand, and then a flashlight was pointed at my face before I knew it. "Get up. co'mon, man, I'm tired. Get up." "What?" I was in bed, and someone was wanting me to take my shift. He had a flashlight right in my face. "C'mon, man I'm tired and its your shift." He was urging me to get up. "Alright. Geese, personal space, please? And get that light out of my eyes. I took his gun and flashlight and walked out to a stool placed by the door that we havn't gone through yet. Just a few zombies walking aimlessly. I laughed slightly as they tripped over each other. The other guy who shoved the light in my face was muttering something as he got in bed. I pulled out my pistol, aiming it out the door at the zombies. "Pew. Pew. Pew." I was bored. Night shift is a bummer. I jumped to my feet listening, gun ready. The other guy that was on shift at the same time was looking over at my door with his gun waiting. He walked over to me. "Hear that?" He whispered. we were sorta scared. "Yeah. It can't mean good news. Make sure thats not one of the others." We walked to the door. "Already checked." He responded. "Where the fuck can she-" I gav ehim a nudge and pointed. There she was. The Witch.
She was crying, as usual. Its not often you find a witch. But yet you wish it was never. She walked with a stagger, holding her arm. You can tell she'd been shot. blood dripping from her claws. You can tell the difference between human blood and infected, and thats human on her claws. her sobbs filled the halls. One single light in the room, on the cieling, next to the wall. She staggered back and forth, like she was lost. Then, she looked at us. Her sobbing stopped slightly, turning to a sniffle. She took about two steps toward us, then my partner raised his gun. "No!" I said in some sort of whisper. I pushed his gun down. "What, you want to make friends with her? Shake hands, get married?" "No, but shooting her won't do anything." I responded. She got about two feet from the door before my partner stepped back. She looked at him. Then slammed into the door reaching at him. I stood in place. He dropped his gun, making him defenseless. I was scared out of my mind. Wondering what to do. Her arm slowly went down. I wanted to see if she was mad and looking at me, too, but her hair provided darkness onto her face. I reached, VERY sowly for her arm. I don't know why. I had this feeling to be stupid. I grabbed her arm, softly. her gray skin jolted, due to her getting a slight jump from me touching her. She was a bit shorter than me, I was about ready to dive to the ground, avoiding her thrashes, but she stared at me, like it was okay. I grabbed her hand. Her claws were sharp, but her hand was like a regular persons. Amazing, really. She wore a tank top, slightly torn. I've seen witches wearing the little bits of clothes, but hers was almost untouched. She reached out to me, holding my arm. my eyes stared into, well, the area where her eyes are. Before I could react, she hugged me, like she found someone who cared for her.
Like I was a long lost friend. "What should I do?" The other man on shift said. "I...don't...know..." I responded in a soft voice. I felt her soft heart beat against my chest. I reached my arms around her and rubbed her back. I slightly pulled away. Looked out the door, left, right, then opened the door. "Are you insane?" The man said in a quiet voice. "Close the door behind me." I walked out into the hall. Looking for other infected. Then I looked at her. she was backed up a bit. Startled, I'd have to say. Then I walked out to her. It seemed, right. We reached out for each other, and she wrapped her arms around me. I looked to my side, the man already closed the door, I seen him sway, then to the floor he went. Wow, this feels like my first date, or when my friend had her first brake up. not with a guy fainting, but the fact we both showed compassion for each other. She held me, while my fear slowly went away. I heard her sob slightly, head dug into my shoulder. I held her head and rubbed her back. I wondered; what do witches cry about? A mystery, really. I kept one thing in mind, one wrong move, and my guts are splattered on the wall. I ran my fingers through her hair. Its like shes, well, human. i heard a noise, we both looked into the safe room. The man stood up and looked at us again. "Morning." I said slowly. He fell down, again. I started laughing. But, I heard her laugh too. (Okay, now this is getting strange.)
We looked at each other. I staired sown at her, seeing that she had blue iris's. I rubbed the tears out of her eyes. She started grinning at me. "Wow." I said. She started looking curious. "Uh.." It was wierd, because I didn't know what would happen next. "Can you speak?" She shook her head sideways. "You can understand me?" She nodded yes. We heard a noise in the safe room, which I thought would be The man again."Hunter? Where are ya? Its my shift." "Oh shit!" It was Tom, and he probably wouldn't react to this well. She started to pull on my hand. "Huh?" I seen she was actually trying to lead me away. I started to follow her I heard Tom talking to the man that fainted. She held my hand and led me down hallways, untill we were in this dark room. I grabbed my flashlight. When I turned it on, I seen a room with a bunch of matted up clothes, and everything in the room before was pushed to the side. It sorta looked cozy. She grabbed the flash light and put it on the ground. I could tell she didn't like the light. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down. She laid on the ground, from what I could tell, since it was pitch black. I laid down with her, wondering whats coming next. I felt her hold me and move around a bit. She apparently never got to see many friendly faces. A minute went by, and she hasn't moved. She must be sleeping. I thought about it, maybe being infected, prove me wrong if you can, isn't that bad. I fell asleep, wondering about what will happen tomorrow.
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