World in Ruins: Chapter 1.
Freddie Benson walked slowly on the streets of Seattle, Washington, or what was Seattle, carrying a bag on his shoulder and a pistol with full ammo looking for supplies and anything they can use back at the apartment. The road is littered with abandoned cars, dead bodies and a lot of debris. As he was checking his surroundings, he spots an old warehouse just across the street from where he was, he mouths the words, "Bingo." Then he moves forward with his pistol in front of him, lowered but his finger still on the trigger.
Once he reached the warehouse, he opens the door of the warehouse slowly, preventing it to make a sound that would cause him his life. Freddie enters and checks for zombies that might be around, then he moves to take the flashlight in his bag, to illuminate the whole of the warehouse. Freddie moves ahead and begins checking the rooms, in the first room, he finds a small box full of canned tuna.
"Looks like it's my lucky day," He says as he places them in his bag, then he leaves and checks the next four rooms. In the first three rooms, he finds nothing. In the fourth, he finds some gauze and medical supplies, he smiles as he takes it and puts it in his bag, then he goes back outside to check for more supplies.
Once he checked all the rooms, he went to the warehouse door so he could rendevouz with Spencer at curb, when he hears a moan he recognizes. Freddie sighs as he turns around to see a group of zombies walking around, he wonders at first how they got inside, then he remembers he left the warehouse door open.
"Goddamn it, I knew I should have closed it. Alright Benson, remember to save ammo," He says to himself as he readies his pistol. Freddie breathes deep and exhales as he stands up and takes aim at one of the zombies, blasting the brains out of the zombies in the middle, then he makes a run for the door going past the five remaining zombies.
"Alright, you've made it past those zombies Benson, now let's just run to Spencer and hope he's still there," Freddie says to himself, running as fast as he could so he could outrun the zombies, who were giving chase to him. He gets to the curb and hides behind an abandoned car just a few feet away, and just in time for the zombies to run ahead.
Once the zombies were out of sight, Freddie slips his hand inside the bag and pulls out a walkie-talkie, turns it on and began talking.
"Spencer, where are you? I thought I told you to meet me around the curb?!" He said silently on the radio, looking around for him.
There was some static and inaudible words from the other line, it kept on for a minute until Spencer answered. "Sorry about that, Freddie, I fell asleep," Spencer said as yawned.
"Okay, just hurry up, I'm getting bored out here," he replied. "Where are you exactly anyway?"
"I'm inside a public bathroom," Spencer replied. Freddie laughed and said. "Out of all the things in the world you could hide in, you chose a bathroom? That's funny."
"Not that funny, I was getting chased, and it was the only place I knew that had a lock," he replied. "But yeah, I guess that is kinda funny."
They both laugh over the radio as Spencer made his way to Freddie. He came out of a room on the left side of the street, carrying a hunting rifle in his hand, he crouches and looks around, before running to the next car to do the same.
"Hurry up, Commander Spencer, there's no one here but you and me," Freddie said on the radio, making a giggle snort sound. "Alright, I'm coming,"
Spencer sprinted next to him, sitting down to take a rest. "I bet you're tired," Freddie said, notcing that Spencer was breathing hard. "Yeah, it's from all that running," he said, breathing in every two words.
"Come on, Spencer, let's go. We have to get going, otherwise Mom would probably force Officer Carl to get outside and look for us, AGAIN.," he said, standing up and pulling out a hand to Spencer.
"Alright, let's go, but we're going to walk. I don't wanna do that again, it was stupid," Spencer said, lauging from his own foolishness.
Both walked back to the apartment, taking them ten minutes to get back. As they got to the street where the apartment is, they saw a mob of zombies right in front of the entrance. They immediately run for a car and hide behind it, exactly as one of the zombies look behind.
"Shit, now what? With a mob of zombies outside Bushwell, how are we going to get inside?" Freddie asked Spencer, who was thinking deep.
"Well, first off, we can't take'em down all together. Even if we could, we'd might as well call in every zombies attention in Seattle," Spencer replied.
"Way to put out the bad news, Spencer. Now what's the plan, seriously?" Freddie asked, while keeping an eye on the mob of zombies.
"Use your radio and get Officer Carl out, he can help us," Spencer suggested, pointing to the bag. "Okay, I'll try," Freddie opened the bag and picks the radio up, turns it on and speaks.
"Officer Carl, we need some help, we're outside the Plaza. We've got some supplies but we can't get it in, there's a load of zombie's in front of the entrance, mind clearing it up for us?" Freddie asked, hoping for an answer.
Again, static and indescribable words came out from the other line for the first few minutes, until Officer Carl's voice was heard more clearly.
"You've got it, Freddie. Now, I want you to stay there while I get my car and cause a diversion, once I get those zombies attention, I want you to run into the apartment and get up stairs," Officer Carl replied.
"But what about you?" Freddie asked, concerned about how he was going to get out of that situation. "You'll be locked out of the apartment."
"Don't worry, I'll get back to the station and pick up some of the guns and food I missed, stay safe Freddie," he replied. "Now stay behind that car."
Freddie raised his arm in success and told Spencer. "Officer Carl going to help us, he's going to cause a diversion and give us the time to get into the apartment,"
"Awesome! Now let's wait for Officer Carl," Spencer said, as he crouched behind the car to see what Officer Carl was going to do. Minutes later, Freddie and Spencer both heard a police siren coming from the street to the left of them. It was coming closer and closer, until it passed right by the zombies, killing a few that was in the way, splashing some blood on the other side of the car.
The zombies took the bait, as they gave chase to the car. Officer Carl shouted from the window while he was driving. "GO, GO, GO!" He fired a pistol at the zombies with great aim, blowing the leg of a zombies leg off and shooting it in the head afterwards.
"That's the signal! Let's go!" Spencer shouted, he stood up and ran towards the entrance, with Freddie following.
When they got to entrance, they shut the doors closed so no zombie would enter, then they went upstairs. Spencer checked the hallway to their room for zombies, he found a few of them standing, so he charged and bashed their heads with his rifl, their brains leaking out. Freddie took one down with a knife to the head.
"Okay, let's continue. You go first, I'll keep you covered," Spencer said, going behind him and covering his back.
Freddie ran for the next for minutes until he got to their room, he knocked on the door slowly. The door opened and it revealed Carly, who was happy to see him alive.
"Freddie! I thought you were a goner!" Carly said, hugging Freddie as tight as she could. "Aw, that's sweet, now can we get in?" Spencer asked, pointing his rifle at the end of the hallway. "I think I saw a few zombies there."
Carly let them inside and closed the door behind her, then she went to the kitchen and got them both glasses of water.
"Thanks Carly, but I can just get myself a glass of water, you know," Spencer said, as he gulped down the last drop.
"You're tired, you'll probably just fall flat on the floor if you did that right now," she said, taking the glass from Freddie.
"Watch me!" Spencer started to walk to the kitchen, but only after a few steps, he fell down. "Told ya," Carly smirked.
"Help me! I can't stand up!" Spencer shouted from the floor in pain. "Alright you big baby, come on Freddie, help me,"
Freddie moved forward and proceeded to help her, pulling one of Spencer's arm and placing it on his shoulders. They both carried him to the couch and dropped him there. Freddie and Carly sat down and rested a bit.
"So, did you get anything today?" Carly asked, pointing to his bag. "Huh? Oh yeah, I did. I found a small box of canned tuna and some medical supplies, these'll all be put to good use,"
"I'm sure it will, now let's go upstairs, your Mom's all worried up there," Carly said in a joking manner. Freddie laughed loudly and said. "When is she not worried about me?" The two began laughing as they went upstairs. When they got upstairs, Sam greeted Freddie with the normal greeting he gets everytime he and Spencer goes out looking for food.
"What'd you get today, dork?" She asked in a mean and teasing way. "Nothing," Freddie replied, putting the bag down on a table and opened it. He put the flashlight and the medical supplies out, then puts the box of canned food out.
"Whats in that box?" Sam asked, looking at the box, eager to know if it's food or not. "It's canned tuna, there's only a dozen of them inside so we should ration it," Freddie said, but Sam quickly stood up and pushed him out of the way.
"Butt out rations! I'm hungry!" She opened the box and took one out, then she took her knife and opened it. Then she gobbled on the contents until it was empty.
"That feels good," Sam said, sitting down on the mattress after she ate.
"I think I don't feel good," Freddie said, as he hit the ground hard when Sam pushed him. "Are you okay Freddie?" Carly asked, helping him up. "I feel dizzy, maybe I just need to sit down,"
"Okay, I'll get some water dow-" Carly was interrupted by some loud banging on the door, she panicked and instantly took her gun.
"Freddie, there's some zombies outside the door!" She shouted, as she shivered in fear. The last time they got attacked by a mob of zombies, she lost one of her friends, T-Bo. She still remembers the shrieks and shouts of T-Bo as they dug into his flesh, while he shouted to her to go upstairs.
Freddie saw her reaction, so he stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, Carly. I'll take care of this," he said. "No! I won't let you!"
"Would you rather see Spencer as one of them?" He asked. Carly was speechless for a few seconds, before she let him go.
"I'll be back up as soon as I can, Carly!" Freddie went downstairs to wake Spencer up, he shook him a bit to wake him. "Huh? What?"
"Spencer! There's some zombies outside the door, I need your help taking them out!" He shouted. Spencer sprung up to his feet and took his rifle, then he aimed it at the door.
"Open the door, Freddie!" Spencer said, loading his rifle.
He went to the door and slowly opened it, the banging sounds now gone. He opened it, but he was immediately knocked out by the gargantuan fist that smashed his face, causing him to fall down.
End.
Author's Note: So, how'd you guys like it? Was it too OOC or just right? Leave a review and rate it please, I'll see y'all on the next one! Bye! :D