"Friendly" Fire
Cocking his shotgun, Francis readied himself for the approaching horde. The first beast of the pack stumbled into death and the rest shortly followed suit. Blast after deafening blast Francis was calm — until the devil woman stepped into view below the terrace: Rochelle. He sneered to himself, the sour feelings from before had resurfaced. I hate your vest, her voice rang in his head. Impossible! He thought, That goddamn vest was one of a kind.
"Francis!" Rochelle yelled. "Toss me a gun, I'm outta ammo!"
He tightened his grip on the shotgun. "Kinda busy here,"
"Hell no! Don't make me come up there myself!"
Reluctantly, he threw his second pistol to her.
"Seriously? Give me a real gun! There's a horde out there!"
"Hey, get off my back! You're lucky to get anything from me!" He yelled.
Rochelle was taken aback. "What's with yo-"
A zombie had reached her. Francis instinctively fired — perhaps a little off the intended target. He gasped as Rochelle's brain matter flew in every direction. Holy shit! He thought and looked down to the rest of her gang. Their mouths were ajar, much like his own.
"Oh, FUCK!" Nick said in surprise as his suit was splattered with blood.
Coach's face wrinkled in anguish. "You son-of-a-bitch..."
Francis knew he was in danger. He turned to Zoey and Louis; they were still finishing off the last few infected of the horde. He wiped sweat from his forehead and looked down on the visiting survivors.
"Uh... I'm sorry about-"
"What the hell! You killed Rochelle!" Ellis screamed at Francis, pointing his pistol at him.
Francis held his hands over his head. "Woah! Hold on!"
Zoey stepped in front of Francis. "Don't! Ellis, just-"
Ellis shook his head in sorrow. He dropped his gun and covered his face with his hands, letting himself cry. Nick and Coach held their glares, ready to break skulls. Francis felt a great weight laid upon him now, he glanced at Zoey and Louis.
"Guys..." He started, but noticed Zoey's hand rise.
Zoey looked horror struck. She was pointing off into the distance.
"TANK!" She screamed.
Everyone took their places, putting emotions on hold. The tank reached them with incredible speed, even as it was continually under fire. It swat Coach into a chain linked fence with its massive arm, knocking the large man out. Once more, Francis instinctively fired wildly at the tank. Though, perhaps not the tank he intended to hit.
As the propane tank exploded, sending shards of shrapnel into Coach, Nick and Ellis and igniting a nearby gas can...
...Francis let out a sigh. "Can we go back to easy mode?"
"Sure!" Louis scoffed and called a vote to kick Francis.