1 More Corpse
Xanatha, the Protagonist
I stood in front of the mirror after my shower. 6 ft tall, Black hair and clothes. Rough features on his face, then again love as much metal as me and you are bound to get in a few fights!!! Male and single which sucks!!!
I dried myself off and put my clothes on. I looked outside of my 10th floor apartment and saw a couple of Infected running about. Someone was alive down there. I saw the Infected rush to him, as he fired a couple of bullets from his gun. He made more shooting motions but no more bullets left the handgun. Damn, he's out, I thought to myself. The Commies surrounded him and I didn't see any more. It was complete madness.
How did this happen? I ask myself that question every night. It's on the same par as "What are they really?" and "How will I get out of hear?" , "Will I get out of here?" and my all time favourite "Should I just put the gun to my head and pull the trigger?" Seriously what's the point?
As if on cue, I heard a Commie outside that tried to destroy my door. It gave up after a minute and wandered off. Made of red tempered steel, not even a Brute could get through. A couple of Fatmen have tried to get through and they exploded all over the door. I could see because of a security camera I got outside the door, with a screen right next to my bed, so I know exactly what's going on
if I ever need to get out of here. Several Lickers have tried to seep their tongues through a small crack in the top, but they can never get through. It's mostly pathetic about the Pouncers. They jump at the door constantly and only give up when their brains are all over the door.
I picked up my dual 50. A.E. Desert Eagles and checked them. 7 bullets per clip. Enough stopping power to down an elephant. My trusty Sniper Rifle, 22. semi-automatic rifle with 15 bullet clip. And my 12-gauge Shotgun. Oooohhhhhh yeah. This puppy saved my life several times. 10 shells when full and can bring town a charging Brute quickly enough. The Brute smashing into her skull with inhuman strength. All my shells pumping into the beast and it still wasn't falling. It just kept bashing and all I could think was wake up, Wake Up
WAKE UP!!!! Waking up in a cold sweat, hearing a Brutes tell-tale growls. It smashed against the walls a couple of times but gave up after it lost my scent. I looked in the mirror staring back at the empty room. No reflection. Just the room. And I was standing right in front of the damn thing and I couldnt see me. I'll tell you one thing though. Being a vampire has it's pros and cons.
I decided then, that at that point, I would take the fight to them.