It was pitch black inside this room, I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face. I turned back

around and grabbed a flashlight, then turned around and walked back in with a flashlight lighting the way for me. Then when I was inside I looked to my left and saw a large rectangular box on the ground. I approached it and with caution opened it. When the lid was fully open I pointed the flashlight into it. It was completely full of random guns. I knelt down and looked through them until I found one that could be of use to me. I pulled out a Lancer, probably just because the gun had a chainsaw attachment on it. I knew I would have to take some time to get used to this gun, I had always used and trusted my small pistol, but now from the last Zombie attack I knew that the pistol will be of no further use to me. I then put my pistol away so I would always have it as a spare.

As I turned around I thought I herd a faint tapping sound, so I frantically began pointing my flashlight in every direction trying to see if there was anything there. I slowly started walking forward to the other side of the room I had not explored yet. Just then the taping started again. I spun around and began to backup, after like the third step I tripped over something and fell backward. My flashlight flew out of my hand and broke when it hit the floor and my gun flew the other way.

I instantly got up and tried to look for the gun realizing I was practically defenseless without it. My hand hit something along the wall witch turned on three big lights that were aligned across the room. For a moment I was blinded by the light, but a loud thud that sounded like a rock falling on the floor made me look up.

I instantly found my gun and picked it up. I then turned around to find out were that sound was coming from but instead I found what I was looking for in the first place. The stairs. I started to walk towards them but another loud thud made me spin around.

I backed away in horror when my eyes saw the hand of a Zombie ripping down a stone wall, and by the sound of it there was way more then just one of them. I loaded my lancer and braced my self for the fight of a life time.

I walked over so that I was probably 5 meters away from the wall. Then about a moment more of rocks falling off it then Crash they were just pouring in. I began shooting random zombies to try and hold them back. The more zombies I shot the more came in, it was like an endless rain of zombies. If I made the wrong move then it was all over for me. My life could end in the matter of seconds. Then to my horror my gun began making a clicking noise. "Oh no!" was the only thing I could say. My gun ran out of ammo. And all the zombies were charging at me. I began to panic but then realized that my gun had the chainsaw on it. I pulled the cord and the chainsaw roared to life.

I looked up just in time to see a zombie jump at me, and in that instant I lifted my chainsaw and shoved it into the Zombie. About a second later I pulled back and slashed another Zombie, then another and another. I didn't know how many I had killed I just kept slashing, stabbing and chopping.

Then finally it seemed that the hoard of zombies was over. I was completely out of breath, I could hear my heart in my ears. I fell back and laid on the ground for a moment and just allowed myself to catch my breath. About five minutes later I opened my eyes and sat up. I instantly looked around to see the what was left of the zombies. And when I did I instantly felt nauseous. I got up and headed for the stair to get away from the piles of zombies. When I reached the top of the stairs I quickly looked around.

There were rooms with no doors, and no roof. The no roof thing could be of use to us.

I took on more good look around but there was nothing to really look at so I started back down the stairs. And through the piles of zombies and to the room my brother and cousin were in.

I ran up to them and told them about the upstairs and how there was no roof so it would be easy for us to spot the helicopter.

Zane looked up "it sounds like it would be a good idea for us to head up those stairs instead of us just staying here like sitting ducks, we could also barricade the top of the stairs so it would be even harder for those un dead freaks to get at us." he said as he stood up and began to collect some things to take with him upstairs. Rylan also began to gather some things and began to walk into the other room.

I instantly froze and braced myself for when Rylan sees the mini war I had to fight. And I was right...

"HOLY SHOOT GIRL!" I heard him scream from the other room. I slowly walked in looking as innocent as I could. When I got in there I saw that he had dropped all his stuff and he had both of his hands on the back of his head, he was also staring at the piles of zombies I had killed earlier. He then began to slowly turn around without removing his hands from the back of his head. His eyes were almost as big as golf balls. "I feel sorry for those zombies you slaughtered" my brother said as he walked by to get up the stairs. I was still looking at my cousin. He then removed his hands from the back of his head and let them fall to his sides.

"HA! I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!" I jumped back and almost fell because of his sudden outburst. "I knew there was something bad in here but no you wouldn't listen." I got distracted from his constant rambling when I heard a weird noise coming from the hole in the wall. I took a step to the side to see what it was. And then I saw them.....

The Zombies began pouring in again! But this time I was in no condition to fight. I quickly loaded my gun. And Rylan was still rambling on.

"Hey Rylan" I called over his voice. "Shut up!!" He stopped talking when I fired a whole round of bullets into the crowd of zombies. I then began to load my gun.

I then heard a scream of agony. I looked up to see my cousin under a zombie that must have jumped on him. The zombie bit his neck and Rylan's screams were cut short. I killed the Zombie that was on him with my chainsaw but I was to late. Rylan was gone..

I knew I had no time to mourn for him. I had no choice but to run upstairs to help my brother. I got up and ran upstairs and to my brothers side. "Where's Rylan?" he called over the zombies annoying moans. "Dead" I called back. I heard him say something but couldn't make out what it was over loud crashes. Then they were all pouring in from down stairs. We both instantly started shooting them.

We were doing a good just keeping then away... at least until we ran out of bullets. I began chopping and slashing again with my chainsaw but I froze when I heard a scream. It was coming from my brother I turned and ran to try and save him. I chopped the zombie that was on him. But once again I was too late.

I then began to hear a loud chopping sound. I looked up to see the helicopter that we had been waiting for. I saw a rope ladder being lowered down to me, when it was right in front of me I couldn't move.

I was frozen were I was standing. I could hear the zombies running at me. Then there was a hard impacted on the back of my head. Then everything went black.

Time passed: 52 hours

Time left: -2

I opened my eyes to see that I was inside the helicopter. "Aha! She lives!" I head someone say. I looked up to see a soldier standing over me. "You are the only survivor we found there I thought that someone said that there were 3?" the soldier said as he fiddled with his gun.

"There were 3 but now its just me" I said insanely annoyed. "Oh..." was the only thing the soldier could say.

"Well at least you made it, you are the survivor of the Nazi Zombie attack. It all over now."

I looked down. "No" I said to the soldier. "Its far from over."