A piercing scream. A yell. A gunshot. The creature fell to the ground and the man stood, breathing quickly still holding the gun tight in his hand. He looked around at the three people who watched him before he turned and walked to them. The man was of a good build, his brown hair was messed and his white suit was spattered with blood. He nodded at the tall, black, older looking man, his build was slightly bigger, he held a shot gun over his shoulder as he nodded. "Let's get going" said another in his strong Texas accent. This one wore a baseball cap, a yellow shirt and overalls. "Erm, guys…" came a female voice, the white suited man turned around to see shadows on the walls of staggering people. More infected.
"Let's keep moving!" he said and broke into an easterly direction. "There's a safe house up ahead!" he yelled back towards the other 3 behind him. Suddenly there was a yell, "Shoot it, shoot it!" the Texas accented man yelled. "Get it off me!" the girl yelled. The older man held his shot gun and aimed it at the infected ripping at the woman. The zombie went flying as the gun shot rang out and it fell, dead, blood running from its temple. "God damn Hunter.." the girl scowled, getting up slowly. As soon as they reached the safe house, the man yelled, "Alright every one get in!" The 3 people behind him, the girl limping, got into the room one by one. The man shut the door quickly and bolted it. "Rochelle, are you alright?" he asked, revealing the woman's name. "Yes, I'm alright." She replied taking the health pack from her back and wrapping it around her wounds. "Hey Coach, pass me that M16 will you?" she asked, holding out her hand to catch the gun which the older man threw toward her. "I ever tell you about the time my buddy Keith drove his car off a cliff, broke both his legs? It's not a funny ha-ha story so much as a make-you-think story. For instance: windshields look pretty durable, right? Not the case, according to Keith. Son of a bitch flew right through that sucker-" the Texas man began
"Ellis, is this really the best time?" the white suited man interrupted. "Sorry Nick." Ellis shrugged and picked up a health pack and some ammo, "Time to beat on some sons-a-bitches!" he grinned to his friends before walking towards the other door.
Nick looked out of the window, shooting any zombie he saw to clear the way before opening the door and stepping out, looking around he began to walk then run. Holding his Silenced Submachine Gun up aiming constantly. He looked around and shot the nearest Infected. Blood spurted from its chest, it squealed then fell to the ground dead. Nick felt something tugging on his jacket, he turned around to find another zombie attacking him from behind. Knocking it back with his elbow he shot it square in between its eyes. He checked the ammunition of the gun, seeing he had plenty left he moved on to run behind Ellis and Coach. The four stepped into swamp waters and Nick wrinkled his nose in disgust. "This swamp is gonna mess up my white suit!"
"Come on Nick, it's already covered in blood. I doubt it's gonna get washed any time soon." Rochelle replied. Nick scrunched up his face and continued to walk. He looked around, shining his torch to the marshy ground and the bushes. There was a sudden roar. A huge zombie shot out of the bushes, knocking Ellis to the ground, "IT'S GOT ME!" he yelled as the zombie with one massive arm, the other arm shrivelled and unused started pummelling Ellis. Holding up their guns, the other three began shooting the Charger until it slumped to the ground dead.
Nick walked to Ellis and held out his hand, "C'mon Ellis man. Up ya get." Ellis smiled weakly at Nick gratefully before looking at Coach, the oldest man was using his health pack to help Ellis, "I hope this makes you feel better. Ain't sure what I'm doin'."
"Thanks Coach" Ellis nodded before picking up his gun from the ground and beginning to walk again, looking around cautiously. They ran quickly towards a river. There was a float of some sort on the other side. Rochelle pulled a lever which caused the float to move towards them. This would allow them to move across the river. The engine was causing a lot of noise and it wasn't long before a huge horde of zombies came running towards them. The four took aim and fired at the zombies but the noise attracted more and more Infected. Nick put his finger on the trigger and held it there, shells flying everywhere. Blood flew from body parts and zombies went flying as they fell. The noise suddenly stopped. Nick turned around to see the float was by them, the gate open. Stepping onto it, he walked to the set of buttons on the fencing. Once everyone was on he pressed them and they began to move to the other side.
They all ran again. Nick narrowed his eyes. He could hear something indistinct nearby. He couldn't discern what the noise was. He looked at his friends before following the noise. It sounded like someone was crying. "Perhaps it's a survivor.." he thought to himself as he pushed his way through the murky waters. He caught sight of a very thin woman kneeling on planks of woods, the way they needed to go, crying. She was sobbing loudly now. "Hey guys! Over here!" he called to the others. It wasn't long before Ellis joined his side. He froze. "Turn your light off. Light's out people!"
"Why? It's just a woman."
"That's a Witch you plank!" Ellis replied, switching his torch light off. Nick followed suit, cursing under his breath that he didn't recognising the Witch. "We'll just edge carefully around her" Ellis said in a low voice. Nick nodded and began to walk closer to the Witch. The woman began to growl, standing up she looked at them and screamed. "We're too close, get back!" Ellis said, moving back. "Fuck this shit!" Coach cursed, aiming his gun at the Witch and firing. The Witch screamed, its arms open wide as it shot towards Coach. "Shoot the bitch!" Nick yelled, holding up his gun and shooting quickly at the Witch who was ripping at Coach. It wasn't long before the Witch was on the ground in its own pool of blood.
"You dumb shit! You're not supposed to startle that thing!"
"Well sorry but she wasn't gonna move was she?" Coach growled while being healed by Rochelle. "Come on guys. Fighting isn't gonna solve anything" she said
Nick glared at Coach before turning around and shooting more Infected. "Let's just keep moving." He said before setting off along the planks of wood. They soon reached another safe room. Nick let out a sigh of exasperation as he closed the door and bolted it. "Take that, you mealy-mouthed bastards!"