I awoke with a start when I heard gunfire and yelling from downstairs "Cmon you zombie bastards come and get me!"
I jacked a clip into my SCAR L and coxed it. I did the same to both my M9's and sheathed my K-Bar and went to kick some zombie ass! I ran out of the bedroom and into a mass of zombie smashing though our little barricade we had bilte from a desk ,a table and some chairs we found. I knew it wouldn't last for ever but I though it might hold out intill C.E.D.A coulde stop or at least qurenteen the infection . I emptied my magazine into a knot of infected and reloaded as Mike sprayed buckshot from his Benelli M4 shotgun causing huge amounts of damage to the undead flesh . When I finished loading a fresh clip into my Scar I realized that most of the zombies were dead. We heard a moan coming from outside and then watched as a huge zombie covered in what like looked like boils filled with some sort of liquid walked in over the now demolished barricade.
"What the fuck is that? I asked Eric
"Hell if I know looks like a fat ass zombie to me" He replied
"Do we sho-"
I was cut off as the huge zombie puked on Eric! I fired my Scar from the hip and hit the fat zombie. It exploded in a spray of what looked like barf mixed with blood. I went over to mike to see if he was alright.
'You alright mate?" I couldn't help but smile.
"This is the grossest shit I have ever seen!"
We both began to laugh as I started to try to wipe off the stuff that clung to him.
"Wait, do you hear that?" I stopped to listened for what Eric had heard. Its faint but there was something there. I try to focuse on the distant sound, it sounds like a large amount of people yelling and screaming getting closer to us by the second.
"Horde!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
Eric reached for hes shotgun on the ground as we got ready for the undead horde that was fast and I tried to set up the barricade but the zombies where too fast. They burst though the door and just hauled ass toward Eric, ignoring me completely. He lost hes shotgun as the mob of zombies flung him across the room and he hit the wall with a thud.
"Eric!" I cried out and fired wildly into the mass of zombies that had swarmed over top of Eric. I heard my Scar click empty so I bashed the closest zombie in the face with the butt of my gun and droped it in the same fluid motion and grabbed for my pistols.
I quikly emptied both my clips into the body's of the remaining zombies. I unseathed my K-Bar and slashed the face of the first zombie I saw and buried the blade up to the hilt in the last infected personel. I ran to Erics side and looked down. I turned away and vomited on the floor. Eric had been mutilated: half his face was missing, there were guts and organs on the floor next to him, on one leg all the meat had been eaten off it and you could see the bone and the worst part was that hes was still alive.
The tears were already rolling down my cheeks as he looked at me.
"Jason it hurts" Was all he could say.
"Your going to be ok" We both know that was a lie. He was going to die here, now. And then he was going to turn into a member of the army of the living dead.
"Im so sorry man" I sobed as I reached for my pistol and put in a full magazine and coxed it. Then I put the barrel to his head and pulled the trigger.