It was late. No more than 12am at midnight. The skies where still pitch black with only a slight tint of a navy blue as the stars glistened here and there. I was on watch for the night while the others got their needed rest; I spared some seconds from staring out of the safe room's door and let my eyes scan around the room as my group laid in their deep slumbers. The fatherly figures, Bill and Coach sat up against a wall with their heads leaned back, snoring away as they clenched their weapons in their calloused hands. The big, bad wolves, Nick and Francis laid in different dark corners with their arms crossed, hugging their weapsons close to their chest. The innocent lil' rascals, Zoey and Ellis laid on the couch together. Zoey seemed to have took to Ellis while she was sleeping, and cuddled up to his side with her head gracefully laid on his chest while his arm dangled over the couch's edge, gripping his sniper. While Rochelle, Louis and my younger sister slept near me. For some reason.. Rochelle always followed me around like a lost puppy every since I became a part of this group. Coach always said that it was because she's scared. And that I'm bascially the "alpha-female" of the group, so she feels safer with me than any of the others. I found it amusing, I just hope she knows I'm straighter than a stripper pole.
I lastly set my gaze upon my baby sister. Daw, the girl was always adorable, with her chocolate brown eyes that always obtained a sparkle when she gives me 'em damn puppy dog eyes I always fall for. Her fairly pink skin that was covered in dirt, scruff marks and such. But her long, dark brown hair still kept itself clean. Lucky lil' rascal. She had similar facial features as myself. A strong nose, and strong jaw. But her built was petite, unlike myself who's a damn female tank. For example fairly broad shoulders that held plenty of scars, enough muscle on my bones to get me through a horde of them bastards outside. Or as Nick likes to call them "Mealy-mouthed bastards." My hair was a dark, fiery red, my eyes where the same as my sister's. A dark chocolate brown. But I had a fair tan that really set off my color of my hair. And all I wore was black. Black, black, black, I don't know what it is about me and the color. But I like it. I wore a black tank top, a black leather biker jacket, black denim jeans and of course, black combat boots that held my dagger my older brother gave me for my 10th birthday.
It was only an hour later until I started to hear familar deep grunts and snarls. It was pretty close by too. I sharply quirked an eyebrow and slowly brushed away from Louis's head that laid upon my shoulder, and stood onto my feet, glancing out of the bars of the safe room. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness, seeing nothing but fainted figures of the infected roaming about. I sighed heavily but quietly, then it hit me. I saw another figure, a much larger figure in the distance. It seemed to be running towards the safe room. I squinted my eyes for a better view, thinking it was just another dumbass charger attempting to get in. But once this figure came into the moonlight's glistening rays, I saw a massive being, a goddamn tank heading our way. "For fuck's sake" I let out then I immediately snapped my head back to the others, shouting in my usual rough voice. My australian accent really setting off. "Get your asses up, now!" Everyone in the room flinched from my yell, Nick and Francis gave me a glare.
"This better be good, Joan.." Nick growled in a groggily voice, aggitated from being yanked out of his slumber. But I didn't care, I stalked over to my sister and tossed her up into my arms, wielding my black and chrome, sawed-off shotgun that had "Lil' Devil" carved onto the side of the barrel.
"Joanie, what's going on?" Elle asked while she still remained sleepy, rubbing her eyes as her head rested on my shoulder. Right then before I could even answer, the Tank released a loud roar and rammed it's shoulder into the door. I flinched and spun around on my heel, aiming my shotgun at the door while backing away with Elle in my grasp. Nick and Francis clearly heard the loud "bang!" and looked at each other with bulging eyes then hopped up onto their feet, standing beside me with their guns towards the door, immediately firing shots at the Tank.
Bill, Coach, Ellis and the others also hopped up from their resting places, wielding their guns with panic glistening in their eyes. Rochelle and Louis immediately ran from the door and to the others firing their weapons. I could hear Ellis as he reloaded his sniper.
"Shit, shit, SHIT! What are we gonna do? There ain't no back door in here!" Zoey gulped and rapidly fired her pistols at the beast while it attempted to break the door down. I could just hear the heavy bolts from the door creaking from it's hits. I scanned the room, pocketing my sawed-off shotgun then laid eyes on Rochelle's axe that rested on her back. A idea popped into my head and I turned to Rochelle, handing her Elle.
"Take her for a moment." Rochelle nodded and took Elle into her arms.
"What are you doin'?" Rochelle asked as Elle started trembling from fear, burying her head into Rochelle's chest, and I snatched the axe from Rochelle's back then turned to the back wall, wielding it back and said back to her.
"Watch and learn." A snarl ripped through my teeth as I whipped the axe into the wall, easily impale the thin layer of wood. I repeated my move rapidly as parts of the wall started to give in, making a hole. Nick turned his head to me when he heard the bangin' and the clangin'. His eyes bulged and instantly shouted
"Joan, what the hell are you doing?" I pulled the axe back, landing one good hard hit into the wall and yanked it back, ripping a chunk out.
"Ellis said there was no back door, so I'm makin' one. Now make yourself useful, and help me!" I snarled and gave the wall another sharp whack with the axe. Nick looked at the Tank then at me and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me away from the wall. He stepped up and held his rifle in one hand, and started to rapidly fire bullets through the wall, making it crumble instantly, leaving a hole big enough for all of us to get through one at a time. He looked at me with a crooked, charming smirk of victory, I just looked at the hole and nodded my head to the side then looked at Rochelle, giving her axe back. "Go, go, go!" Rochelle gave a nod and swiftly ducked her head, sprinting out of the hole to outside with Elle held tightly in her arms. Nick looked at the others and gave a whistle to get their attention.
"Look at cha. What are we waitin' for, let's GO!" he clapped his hands. "Andale! Andale!" Louis and Francis took one more shot at the Tank and ran out of the hole one at the time, meeting Rochelle and Elle outside, killing off any of the common infected that got to close. Ellis, and Bill ran out after them, then Coach. Nick and I looked at each other, saying at the same time
"Go!" we paused.
"You go first.." I said.
"Ladies first, sweetheart." He smirked.
After forgetting about the Tank there for a moment, it made sure we knew it was still around, it literally punched the door off it's hinges. While the door was hurling towards Nick, it smacked him right into the side, slamming him up against the wall next to him. He grunted and fell to the ground, holding his ribs.
"God... Damn it!" He spewed.
I swiftly turned to the Tank and took aim at it, firing a heavy shot of several quarters, dimes and nickles I've collected before the infection. Yes, hard to believe, eh? I prefer coins than actual ammunition. Why? They give a much wider range each shot. Perfect for hordes. But back to the action, I shot the Tank right in the face, as it let out a loud bellow of pain, I grabbed Nick's arm.
"C'mon, man, get your ass up!" I yanked him up onto his feet and gently but forcefully pushed him through the opening. "I'll catch up with you later." He looked back at me with hesitation but shook his head and turned to the others. I could hear his yell:
"Run! Just run!" as he sprinted after them. The sounds of their guns firing rapidly at the horde that apparently decided to get on the action echoed in my head. I turned my gaze back at the Tank that stood a few feet away from me on the otherside of the safe room, glaring at me with a bloody face that held silver coins. It's glowing eyes burning into my flesh. I glared slyly back at the Tank, slowly backtracking while cocking the barrel of my shotgun open, reloading it with more paper rolls of coins.
"Just you and me now, buddy." I cocked the barrel of the shotgun back into place after loading it and stood my ground as the Tank snarled and let out a it's terrifying roar.. And the only thing that crossed my mind was...
"... What.. In the HELL am I doing?"