The sound of gunshots rang loudly though the night sky as we shoot the nearby infected. My AK-74 rattled in my hands as I filled the zombies around us full of automatic assault rifle bullets. Everywhere in front of me were zombies. There were a lot of them, at least thirty in front of me. Surrounding me were my four best friends that along with me, survived the infection. But around us all were the quick feted, blood thirsty zombies that came to us like olympic sprinters. They just kept on coming for us as we shot bullets as them. One by one they fell but the ones alive just kept on getting closer and closer. We countered them surrounding us by going back to back. We each covered five places at once. When my AK ran out of bullets in the magazine clip I didn't bother to reload. It would have taken too much time. So I pulled out a wooden baseball bat that was strapped to my back by loose long belts around my body. When the zombies got close enough I hit them in rapid session breaking their heads open one, two, three or even four at a time. When all the zombies in front of me were dead I turned around to see my friends were already done with their batch. I smiled at them knowing that we were all alive still. "Lets get someplace safe." I suggested
"Let's check out that motel." Harry suggested pointing to a motel six across the street. It looked abandoned. Just like every other building around.
"Yes, lets," Casey said running her left hand though her blood stained red hair "I need to get this stuff off me." I looked around and saw we could all use a wash. All five of us were covered with blood from head to toe. That's what happens when you don't shower or wash your clothes in a zombie invasion for four days. We all agreed to check the motel out and checked our weapons. I reloaded my AK-74 and looked at my wooden baseball bat. It was cracking and on the verge of breaking. I'd have to get a new one soon. We all crossed the street quickly and hopped that there wasn't any surprises waiting for us when we got across. We checked the first door we came across only to find it locked.
"It's locked." I said obvious to the situation.
"No shit Sherlock." Casey said pointing her shotgun at the door lock. Before I could move out of the way she blew the lock clean off the door. Pieces of wood shot into my black duster coat while some repelled off.
"Whoa!" I shouted jumping back a bit too late. "Could have warned me at least!" All at once we heard the screaming of a girl. It came from inside the motel room that we were going into. We all pointed our guns at the door to see a witch run towards us with her long razor sharp claws. She was wearing nothing but a white tank top and short white shorts.
"Holly shit!" we all shouted before we all started firing out guns all at once at the witch while backing away quickly. None of us wanted to get slashed by her and die. She was within arms reach of us when Casey fired the killing shot to her head. Her head exploded like a melon and her body fell like a rock on Casey's shoes. We were all panting heavily looking at the dead witch.
"That was too close." Nathan commented breaking the panting noise
"I know," Wane said panting from fear "we nearly got killed by that bitch."
"It's because Casey blew the door open." I said nodding my head in Casey's direction.
"How was I supposed to know that a witch was in that room! I didn't hear anything!" she exclaimed holding her hands in innocence. "None of your warned me!" I knew this fight could last forever so I stepped in and put a stop to it immediately
"Your guy's squabbling isn't going to turn back time," I said holding out my hand in the air "Lets just get into that room before more zombies come for us." All at once they stopped. Sometimes that would be scary but right now it was just what I wanted.
We then headed into the motel room, closed the door and pushed a book shelve against the door. We were in a safe room at last. As I looked around the room I saw that there had been previous visitors before us. They had came in the more civil way then us. I saw bloody clothes and body parts scattered in the room. The witch had done some terrible work in this room. Other survivors were here before us. How much did we miss each other by? A week? A day? A couple hours? If only we meet each other and went in together. Our forces would have grown and became stronger. I tried not to think about it as I went into the bathroom. The bathroom seemed untouched. It was clean, everything seemed in place. I turned on the water in the bathtub and water came rushing out. I waited a few seconds before placing my left hand under the water. It shower got hotter and hotter. Hot water, how good would a hot shower be after all this time? "Hey everybody!" I shouted happily "they've got hot water!"
"What!" I heard Harry shout "what did you just say?" I felt myself grinning
"Hot water!" I repeated "this place has hot water in it!" After everyone else was done taking their long hot shower it was my turn at last. I was the one who found it, so why did I go last? I wouldn't know. But at least there was still hot water. I slipped my ripped, blood stained duster coat off and pulled off my ripped blood stained blue t-shirt. I looked at the slash marks on by clothes before I looked at my body and saw the cuts on my body. They weren't small but they weren't big either. They had all healed since the time I got them. I toke my blood soaked jeans off before taking my boxers off then stepped into the hot running water. The heat of the water running on my body felt good. It had been days since I felt water this hot. I toke my time with my shower. I savored the moment. When I stepped out and wiped the fog off the mirror I saw myself. Seventeen year old Hunter. Black hair that reached below my eyes, the snapped nose that was no longer straight, wide dark green eyes. That was me, nothing special. An ordinary teen till this zombie invasion happened. I saw that the mirror could be opened. There were latches attached to the left side of the mirror. I toke the right side of the mirror and opened it to see roll up bandages, ointment and adrenaline. I was surprised that not one of the other four noticed. I quickly dried myself before putting my old clothes back on. I picked up all the boxes of bandages, the cans of ointment and needles of morphine and toke them out of the bathroom for the rest of the gang to see. "Who's injured," I said suddenly jumping out of the bathroom. Everyone jumped suddenly grabbing their guns beside them only to see it was me. Their faces relaxed to see it wasn't a zombie. "Raise your hand." Only Nathan was injured with a few shallow claw marks on his left arm. As I remember, he got injured by another witch we encountered yesterday. I wrapped the bandages around his arm and wound them tight before holding it with a pin. I saw that everyone was what they looked like before the infected appeared. Casey with her light red hair, Nathan with his dark hair and dark skin, Harry with his blood red hair now back to its blond colour, and wane with his pale skin and long blond hair. When you were covered with blood and dirt, you tend to look different. We then wondered who would sleep in the beds while the unlucky fifth slept on the floor. The room had two beds but it was a couple of doubles. We did a rock paper scissors contest and Casey was the one who lost. Funny how the only girl in the group would be the one sleeping on the floor.
"Can you guys spare a blanket or two," she begged "the floor is cold and hard."
"Nope," the rest of us said "sorry, not enough to go around." Casey then slumped onto the floor miserably. I could barely laugh at that moment. She looked like she had died when she landed on the floor. The expression on her face was priceless. When everyone was asleep except me and her I whispered
"Use me coat."
"What?" she asked
"Use my coat," I whispered again "it should cover about ninety percent of your body." She then placed her hands on my long coat and placed it on herself.
"Thanks Hunter." she said smiling. It was the least I could do for her. I mean we were in this hell together, might as well be nice while there were still people alive around you. I smiled back and fell asleep a few minutes later.
We slept peacefully that night. And when we woke up we were all still alive. I felt relief that the undead didn't get us while we were sleeping. I stood up and stretching my arms out hitting Harry in the face.
"Watch it," Harry said with a smile raising a fist towards my face "I'll hurt you." I knew it was a joke and I stretched my arms out again pretending to hit him in the face. After everyone was done doing their morning business we loaded our guns, got the medical supplies and moved the book shelve away from the door as quietly as we could. Once we moved all the stuff and the path to the door was clear. Casey was the one to push the door open and check outside. She gave the all clear signal and we walked out of the hotel room. We walked in the open street looking all around for anything that was moving, listening to any noises that would allow us to detect anything. We didn't get very far when we saw a horde of zombies in front of us. We had only went around one block and we already found them. The zombies turned their heads towards us as we pointed our guns at them. As soon as they toke a single step towards us we fired our rounds at them. As the zombies ran towards us, they fell like flies to our assault rifles, semi automatic shotguns and submachine guns. Many fell but there were too many for me to count. For every zombie that fell, there were several others getting closer. I started running backwards so that I could put more distance between me and the infected.
"Cover the rear!" I shouted "we don't want any surprises from behind!" I don't know if anyone did that or not, my only focus was the ones in front of me. I choose to use a pipe bomb attached to a red LED light and a loud noise making device.
"Fire in the hole!" Harry shouted before I could shout it. All at once the infected horde ignored us and went for the pipe bomb. While we watched them go towards their death I couldn't help but laugh at them. A few seconds later I saw a pile of gore explode in front of me. Then everything was quiet. "Lets go" Harry said after a few seconds of silence. We then continued down the streets covering block by block of the undead. We were on a roll if I say so myself. We cleared more then ten blocks and we didn't even meet a single special infected. We came up to another horde at a four way stop. They came from two directions, forward and to the right.
"Cover our flanks!" I shouted as the undead started running towards us. We then fired our bullets at them and they began to fall. When my gun stopped firing again, I ejected the empty magazine, grabbed a new one, slammed it into the magazine holder and pulled the bolt back. I then began firing the automatic bullets at the zombies in front of me picking them off one by one when I heard a cry for help behind me. I turned back and saw that Nathan was being pulled away from us by a freakishly long tongue.
"A smoker's got Nathan!" Casey shouted
"I can see that!" I shouted back running after Nathan. "You guys keep them at bay! I'm going for Nathan!" And then I ran as fast as my legs could go. I saw Nathan being dragged on the ground while he was screaming for help. I was getting farther and farther away from him by the second. But at last he stopped being dragged and was being strangled by a smoker who was also hitting him with his fists. Without slowing down I pressed my AK-74 to shoulder and lined up the sights. I got the smokers grey-green head between my sights and squeezed off a few shots before I felt the wind get knocked out of me. I then felt myself sliding on the road getting back pain for a few seconds. I then realized that a hunter was on me. Its dark blue hoodie covered its eyes but I could still see the red stained blood around his mouth and its razor sharp teeth it bared. I saw it raise its sharpened claws into the air above its head as it growled animalistically. My AK was several feet away from me so I reached for my baseball bat on my back with my right hand as my left arm covered my face from its claws. I felt the burning pain of my flesh being torn apart by the hunter as it slashed its claws into my arm. I shouted in pain as I pulled my bat off my back and smashed it onto the hunter's head. The baseball bat was in such bad condition that it shattered to bits when I slammed it onto the hunter's head. The hunter quickly twisted its head back towards me and snarled at me. I then used the destroyed bat that was now a quarter of its original size as a club. But before I could hit its face it slashed my hand and the handle flew out of my grasp. I then threw a quick left fist to its face but it quickly opened its mouth and slammed its teeth around my hand. I roared in pain as its vice like mouth crunched on my wrist. It then began its hacking and slashing on my body. I felt waves of pain rush around my body as my flesh got ripped apart by this monster. All I could do was use my right arm to block some of the attacks and pray that the next slash wasn't going to be the lethal one. After what seemed like an hour the hunter suddenly let go of my hand and started jumping crazy distances with each leap. I lowered my arm in shock. I looked around and saw Wane was pointing a M9 handgun where the hunter's head used to be. Wane then pointed the handgun in the general the hunter was fleeing and fired a few rounds at it. I looked down at my hand and could see the deep teeth marks where its teeth had bitten into me. Blood oozed out of my wrist and dripped onto the ground like water while my chest felt like it was on fire. I held my right wrist tightly with my left hand. It hurt so badly, my whole body felt like shit. I felt like crying from the pain. I wouldn't be surprised if I was.
"You ok Hunter!" Wane shouted. All I did was grunt and try to tough it out, but it wasn't easy. The pain was like hot lava all over my body. "Use this!" Wane shouted placing the handgun in my right hand. It dropped from my grip and fell to the ground. I couldn't even get up, let alone hold a gun. Wane then told me to take my hand off my wrist. I obeyed. Wane then pulled out a roll of bandages and wrapped them tightly around my wrist. I then looked up to see him with a needle full of adrenaline. "Hold your teeth together and don't bite your tongue." And before I could process that information I felt a sharp stab of pain in my left shoulder. I roared in pain as the pain in my body slowly faded away. I felt my mind and body go on overdrive as the adrenaline entered my body. Soon all the pain in my body was gone. I grabbed the handgun off the ground and quickly got to my feet. I faced Wane and shouted
"Give me your crowbar!" I then felt metal touch my left hand. I then looked around and saw my group of friends shooting at the horde. Thankfully Nathan had been saved. I ran towards the horde with an explosion of energy. I got close to the horde and fired the handgun until it clicked empty and dropped it to the ground. I then saw a couple of undead running towards Casey's left flank. I didn't bother to warn her. I ran towards them and clutched the crowbar hard in both hands. I then jumped into the air and slammed the crowbar into their skulls slashing blood and brains. I then did a three sixty spin and crushed open a couple more zombie heads. I saw an infected about to grab Casey and I smashed my fist into its ugly face making it shuffle for a second before Casey blew its head off. I then looked around and saw that the horde was all dead. "That all?" I said with a laugh "thought there'd be more".
"Lets keep moving," Casey suggested "you'll have more infected to kill where we're going." I smiled at her. It wasn't that I had a crush on Cass or anything, but she kind of looked attractive with her face splashed with some blood on it. I smiled at her knowing that she was right. It may have been the adrenaline talking but I said
"Can't wait to encounter some more." And with that we made our way across town for about another hour before reaching a safe house. And no sooner did we get in when the adrenaline in me wore off. I then felt sleepy and fell on a low wooden table and fell asleep.
Authors note: Thank you Kindra D for pointing out my mistake, it really means a lot to me. Even though she is a redhead you can stick with her being blond if you like.