~Chapter 1: Hard Rain~
What was happening?
How did this even make since?
One minute we are being eaten alive by bugs, and trekking knee deep in mud.
Now this shit?
Rain?
Really?
Out of all things, it just HAD to be fucking rain.
Great. That's just great.
As if the rain wasn't bad enough, impairing your vision, making it nearly fucking IMPOSSIBLE to hear ANYONE.
There was a tank... Perfect!
" 'Ho shit man, run!" Was all I could hear as the hick ran past, nearly knocking me over. One hand holding his shot gun, the other clutching that stupid hat to his head. I turned in the direction the kid was going, and squinted my eyes. Goddamn rain. The ground began to tremble beneath me, a loud roar emitting into the air. I focused my attention back to where the noise was coming from, and held my breath as a giant block of cement flew past my head.
" Tits!" I spun on my heels, and ran the direction Ellis had sped off to. I didn't see him, Coach, OR Ro. This was bad.
" Nick! Hey Nick over here man,hurry!" Ellis was standing at the end of the street, quickly motioning me to him. I heard the sound of gun fire, and looked back to see Coach, and Ro shooting, and shouting to get the tanks' attention from on top of a building. It worked. The tank went for the bait. " C'mon man! This way!" Ellis firmly grasped my arm. Damn did he have a grip. He led me down another street, only letting go when he knew I; being the older of us two, could keep up. "Were almost there man! We jus' gotta get tew tha' latter an' we'll be home free!" He said while pointing a little ways down the road, to an alley. Where on the side of a building, a latter sat. Thing looked rusted to shit. It was one of them old fire escapes. It'd probably break as soon as we touched it. Or maybe not since it seemed Coaches' fat ass made it up just fine. Out of a nearby alley came a very deranged, VERY pissed off tank. Great. Ellis must not have seen the GIANT ASS cement block being chucked his way. When it landed just a few feet in front of him, he stumbled back in shock. Losing his footing on broken chunks of the road, and fell back onto the hood of a car. Oh and of course As I thought this day couldn't possibly get ANY worse. The car had its alarm system on. PERFECT!
"This is just great." I thought, hitting any zombies that came our way. Boy was this shit getting old. It was strange though. There were less of the fuckers around me than normal.
"N-Nick!"
I turned to see why in the hell the kid was yelling for me at a time like this. Oh.. That's why. The hick was being dragged away by a Smoker. The damn thing had it's rancid tongue wrapped around the kids legs. Goddammit Ellis. I killed off the remaining zombies around me, and quickly went to help my poor damsel in distress. Ellis was clawing frantically at the ground to try to keep from getting dragged even further away, out of ear shot. I lopped off the bile tongue with one swing of my axe, and started helping the kid up.
"Is that a tear I see overalls?" I grinned at him while hoisting him to his feet.
"Hell no I aint cryin'!"
"Good, we can't have you babying out on us now." I shoved his gun back into his hands.
"Come one overalls, we gotta get go-" Next thing I know, i'm on my back with a goddamn piece of asfault on my right leg! "What in the hell?!" Oh right.. The Tank.
"C'mon man! Help me get this thing off'a ya!"
"Alright kid. On the count of three. One.. Two.. THREE!" We both pushed on the heavy load as hard as we could. It wouldn't budge. The Tank was closing in fast, and we were running out of options. Damn did this thing hurt. I could feel the warm crimson liquid pooling around my legs. This is bad. Where the HELL is Coach and Ro?! I peered at Ellis, still struggling to get the damned thing off my leg. Dammit. "Kid.. You gotta get going before the Tank gets you down too." He looked at me as if I had 3 heads. The rain wasn't letting up any, actually by the looks of it, it was falling harder now. We had to yell just to hear each other.
"Wh-What? Hello no. Hell no! I aint leavin' you behind Nick. No way! No fuckin-"
"Listen overalls, if you don't get moving soon; that damn hunk of flesh will kill us both! I'll be fine Sport. Most likely he'll just pass me, and keep going for you. Wh-While you're running i'll throw this Boomer bile on him. We'll hold out until he dies, and wait for the others here. Yo-You have to do it kid!" The pain was really starting to register in my brain, I propped myself up on my elbows, boomer jar in hand, trying to remain conscious from how much blood I was loosing. It wouldn't be long, we had to do this now. Ellis just kept staring at me for a little while longer. He slowly nodded his head. A look of determination on his face, that up until now; I had never really seen before.
"Awright." He rose to his feet, and grabbed his AK on the ground next to me. It only had a few more rounds left in it. This could work.. IF done right. The ground began to tremble as our empending doom barreled to us for the second time that day. Ellis quickly patted me on the shoulder, and padded off in the opposite direction.
"Good luck kid." The Tank; just as I thought; followed quickly behind him. Running past me with frightening speed. I chucked the jar as hard as I could at the massive infected. It shattered, spilling bile all over its' rotting flesh. I got him. "Yes!" I shouted, and threw my fist in the air with excitement. Bad idea Nick. I groaned loudly as my leg shifted slightly under the boulder. Holding onto my throbbing thigh, I watched as Ellis and the massive beast disappeared behind a sheet of rain and fog. Or was that my eyes clouding with defeat? My eyes. Defiantly my eyes. Slowly, everything went dark.