1. Introduction.
The night was unnaturally dark, and shadowy. It was difficult to see anything. From the only safe room for miles, the surround settings were vaguely viewed as a small village, or town it seemed. They wouldn't know until they stepped out into danger's view.
There was clicking of guns reloading, and the humming of the low-volt lights that dimmed in the safe room. The potentially only last 4 survivors were huddled in a small group, "Alright, you all know what to do when we step outta here." A young man- Blake Daub spoke quietly. "Stick together..." He reminded, walking towards the available safe room exit door. The rest of the 3 quickly followed, making sure that they were ready.
Blake removed the bar that block the door from being opened from the exterior, and the loud clang left a brief ringing in their ears. Everyone stepped out of the safe room... They suddenly felt their stomach's drop; Last safe room for 4 miles, there was absolutely no livingcivilization in the small town up ahead. "If anyone has any brilliant plans on how to survive this next 4 miles... Speak up now, will you?" A young woman- Avery Murphy said, depressed. Silence. The only real plan was to kill everything that limped... and came at you violently.
As the survivors walked closer to the abandoned town, and shot only a few infected. Which was surprising. Maybe a gang already came by here? It could be a possible theory.
"Welcome to Overmount. Have a safe time!" Chase Largo said enthusiastically, "Yeah, we'll see." He sighed, walking forward. The rest of the survivors went on, going deeper into the small town. "Man, the size of this town didn't help these people at all." Alexis Harpel said sympathetically. "They were probably low-lives, anyway." Blake muttered, walking by. Alexis glared at him, irritated. She glanced over at the other two, totally oblivious about Blake's rude remark.
What they hadn't remembered was to stay alert. They've heard of infected people mutating into even more dangerous monsters... They would have to be more alert for certain ones, than others: Ones are more "stealthier" than some. They've been hearing about "Smokers," for example, what Smokers do is that they are usually on top of buildings and such, then when they see a survivor, they grab them with their tongue which can strangle a survivor. They've also heard of one of the worse... Tanks. A nightmare, and a painful impact if someone bounds to get hit. It's the strongest and largest of the infected. Of course, these infected don't just pop out of no where and attack people, they have their own distinct yells and shrieks, most of the infected are rather quick... but, if people are paying enough attention, they can usually get away with living from an encounter.
As they walked down the middle of the street, looking around cautiously for infected, they saw immune people lying dead on the ground. This utterly scared them, "Jesus... Did the infected savage these people?" Chase gasped as he looked over.
They suddenly heard grunts and faint shrieks, as they looked over their shoulder, a crowd of infected came running at them. They suddenly got their guns readied and began to shoot at the incoming attack. Blood shot out from the infected bodies every time a bullet impacted the infected fragile skin. Bullets were skinning through heads, stomachs, and everywhere else. Multiple bodies rapidly fell to the ground, and soon the fast-paced attack was over.
They all stood their, frozen. Their hearts racing with pure fear. "What the hell was that...?" Avery exclaimed as she dropped her arms to her side. "That was only the beginning..." Alexis replied coldly