Billy walked in the sun, enjoying every second of the fresh air. The last 24 hours had been hell. Literally. With zombies and monsters he wasn't even sure that he believed. They were real though, he had scars to prove it. It was like a bad dream that hadn't wanted to end. The worst thing was that nut job leech guy. He was mental. Fighting him as the queen was crazy. It had chased them up the lift shaft. The stupid thing didn't want to give up. Luckily leeches hate sunlight. It literally burns them. The ceiling in the room we were in opened. Now that was that real luck. Without that they would have died. Him and Rebecca. That name almost hurt to think about. The girl that he had survived with. A match made in hell but they had worked it out and survived. He wished she hadn't left. Rebecca had gone towards a mansion about 2 miles away from where they split up. She decided that Billy Coen was officially dead, but that wouldn't help all that much. Some one would recognize him and he would be sent to his death by execution. The sun warmed his still pale face. Billy smiled. He was going to miss Rebecca, that was for sure. She seemed certain that every thing would end okay. He wasn't so sure. Beams of light shone through the leaves. He couldn't believe it was over. Just to be safe, he still had his handgun. After what happened, he figured it couldn't hurt to keep it. The woods were to quiet. He froze.
I don't think this is good. Its to quiet.
Billy thought silently, glancing around him. Why weren't there any animal noises? Maybe he was just paranoid. Taking in a deep breath, Billy started walking. He pulled his handgun out and held it up. He felt a lot safer. The gun only had 7 bullets, but if something did attack it could save his life. The area felt uneasy. Billy walked forwards, sweeping the woods with his gun.
Everything is fine. This is all over. Just keep walking and-
He heard a howl, like from one of the dogs. The bushes shook slightly. Billy started running towards the direction he thought the mansion was in. He needed cover and if he could find anything, it would be near the mansion. Running made his head thump. The bruise on his head was the source of the pain. He placed a hand on his head and kept running. Maybe he could find Rebecca. He had been running for about 10 minutes. Billy was sure he was only a mile off. He heard more howls, like hungry cries. He had to hurry. If there were dogs here there were dogs were Rebecca had gone. If he could find her, then they could work together to find her team and get the hell out. The panting behind him grew louder.
Oh Shit.
One of the sick dogs lunged at him. It missed by inches. The others growled. They were hungry. That much Billy knew. There was no way he could out run them. He needed to find shelter. Another dog lunged. Billy swore it had him but amazing it missed by barley an inch. If there was a worse time to trip it was now but that's what he did. Billy tripped on a branch. The dogs slid to a stop. Billy turned to his back and shot three dogs right in their eyes. That bought him a little time. He flipped pushing himself up. Before he knew it, he was running again. Running down a hill, he sighed in relief. All he focused on was the giant mansion as he ran down the hill. He had done it. Billy Coen was going to live to see another day. This was crazy. He was out of breath and the mansion seemed to travel farther a away with each step he took. Billy didn't dare to look behind him. The growls of at least 6 erupted behind him. He panicked but tried to stay cool, running even faster than before.
Oh shit. What am I going to do? There's like six that I can hear. I cant survive six rabid, super mutts.
The mansion finally seemed closer. Billy smiled. This was going to be the greatest moment of his life. The front of the mansion would take longer to get to than the side. Billy simply started towards the side. Maybe there was a door or something. He could always break a window if there wasn't. it wasn't like anyone would care. If he was lucky he would find Rebecca before getting inside but he didn't see that happening. Another dog lunged. Billy held his breath. He was terrified. This was worse than anything. He didn't have a partner, he only had 4 bullets, and he was in extreme pain from the throbbing bruise on his temple. It seemed that the dog missed. He let out his breath in relief. This could be done. Over the past hours, Billy had been hit, chased, scratched and thrown by a variety of monsters and had lived so he refused to be taken by these stupid dogs. The mansion grew closer. Billy pushed himself, but was growing wearier by the second. At this point he didn't know if he could make it or not. The dogs howled again. This time Billy counted 10. 10? That was to many. Way to many.
Oh my god. How many dogs had they done this to?
Billy ran harder and faster. His life on the line. The mansion was maybe 100 feet away. Billy didn't see a door but there were plenty of windows. The biggest window was in front of him. Just a few more seconds. Billy dove through the glass, rolling and hitting a wall. The sound echoed when his head slammed. He stood up. The hallway was empty. It was like a gift from god. It was still daylight. Maybe around 8 or 9am. Billy wasn't sure what to do. There were three doors. The nearest one to him was his first goal. The hall wouldn't be a safe place to stay. If he could break the glass, so could they. Pulling his gun up, he turned the handle. Locked. Billy shook his head and moved to the next. It was unlocked. He pushed it open aiming the gun inside. The room was empty. It looked like a bedroom. A bed, dresser and desk inside. Billy smiled and stepped in and locked the door. If it was empty and had a bed then it was his best friend. The bed was clean, besides dust. The bed sheets seemed to have been cleaned after the last use. Billy sat on the bed and looked under it. Nothing. He sighed in relief. It may not be smart but Billy was going to take a needed nap. He knew it wouldn't be a long one, but if he didn't sleep, he would collapse somewhere. Billy would prefer sleeping where he knew it was safe. Laying back, Billy stared up. His whole body ached. He needed sleep and something to drink. Hopefully when he woke up he would find the kitchen and enjoy a good long drink of water from a jug or gallon. Billy smiled. His eye lids felt heavy. He let them shut, drifting into a light sleep.