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Uninnocent

Chapter 2

Decrescendo Part II

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A total of 5 zombies were shot. A total of 3 were actually bothered by the shots, and a total of 1 was actually dead. You know, for good this time. The other won was either dead or dying. Well, it was already dead…maybe it was just taking a long time to put itself back together.

But you know, we're talking 5 out of 20, most of which – strangely enough – were targeting Mercer.

And currently, she was running for her life, screaming, waving a burning hot pistol around, wanting to drop it, but not wanting to at the same time. Ooh! Brain Teaser!

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow! That shit hurts like a bitch! OW!"

You'd think she'd be a bit more worried about the rapidly moving dead people tailing her.

Guess she missed that memo.

Mercer ran around wildly, just barely out of the grasp of a once lovely old couple. But they're trying to kill her, so not so lovely anymore.

She motioned to Rick, who jumped in horror at the mass of living dead on her ass.

But Tina and Becky were thankfully much quicker to react than him, and shot off the ground. Dan grabbed his girlfriend's hand, and Chase shoved Rick off the bench. Ace scooped the youngest girl up and ran. Police pulled out guns, firing. But the dead were too fast, and easily started to devour them.

"Yes! Flesh! Blood…" they moaned, like their teeth hungrily.

But the nerdiest girl, Lacey, who was crouching behind an ambulance for cover, was watching the scene happen.

"Oh god, oh god!" she was panicking, raking her own nails down her cheeks as if that'd help. What was happening? Why was this happening to her? She's never done anything bad, has she? OK, she bought a chocolate bar out of the teacher's vending machine, but that was one time!

No no no no no no no no! This can't be happening! I don't want this! Please, oh god, oh god! Why…no…I can't….

"Oh god!" she half hiccupped and half sobbed, feeling like throwing up. "Not me, not me, not me, not me, please, oh god…not me…" breathing heavily as she rocked back in forth on the balls of her feet, arms clutched around her sides too tightly, nails digging in.

And she vomited on the spot.

But Rick was not panicking, and eagerly got right into the action, slamming his fist into a teenage boy's face in a beautiful right hook.

"Those teeth really make acne look a hell of a lot worse!" he called to Dan, who snorted and ripped an arm off with ease, wincing as blood splattered across his chin, neck, and most of his leather jacket.

"Top that, Martinez!"

"Nah, I like my clothes blood-free!"

"HEY! You shits!" Tina shouted, waving her arms to get their attention and pointing to Mercer once she got it.

"OW! FUCK!" Tina shouted. A zombie sank it's teeth into her arm during her distraction, and ripped out a chunk. She shrieked in pain. A growing crowd of zombies surrounded her, jaws hanging wide open, tongues flicking out and around, like a snakes.

"Hungry, oh so hungry, yes, flesh! Meat! Blood! Flesh! Want more..." they moaned wistfully, eyes locked on Tina as they feasted.

"Somebody! Help me! Help me! HELP ME! PLEASE!" she screamed. Nothing could describe the absolute terror or agony in her blue eyes, the way they became half lidded as the pain overtook her, the blood loss making her dizzy. But no one was helping her as another zombie shoved its jaw into her ankle, converse tearing and landing on the asphalt as a bloody mess.

Lacey cried out, sobbing more.

Their eyes met, and Lacey moved, shakily. She stumbled over her own feet, hands reaching out to Tina.

Have to help…don't wanna die! I'm scared! I'm so scared!

Tina howled out again. Blood was spattering around, getting in her hair, eyes, mouth. She was crying as much as Lacey, seeing the end coming closer. The blood in Tina's eyes burned with the tears, making it look like she was crying blood.

But Lacey never made it to Tina through the haze of fear that clouded her mind. Out of them all, Lacey was the only one having a friggin' panic attack.

Becky made it to Tina first – thank god – but wielding a baseball bat.

Say what?

"OFF WITH THE HEAD!" she roared. Alice in Wonderland, anyone?

The first swing, as her words promised, sent the head flying to, sadly enough, Lacey's feet. Maybe it was intentional; a way of snapping her out of it, or perhaps it was unintentional. Becky was like that sometimes. Either way, the effect was good and bad. Good because she shrieked, jumped backwards, and slammed into another teen, which created a domino effect. It was bad because she threw up again. On the head. Honestly she was more surprised there had been actually been something left in her stomach.

"Oh fuck." Becky swore when she saw Tina. The tomboyish girl was lying on the ground, bleeding out with gaping wounds in her arm, leg, and clawed marks on her stomach from where they had been opening her up.

It was almost like a surgery gone wrong.

Just with zombies instead of doctors and a victim instead of a patient, the bat wielder thought as she dragged her away from the action, hoping no one would find her. They went back to Lacey's cover spot behind the ambulance, careful to avoid stepping on the vomit.

The trio was lucky that the ambulance was positioned just enough behind 2 police cruisers, another ambulance diagonal to them, and somebody's large Chevy truck on the other side. The back was wide open, though.

Becky's eyes searched the mass of people for someone she knew to help her, away from Lacey. Becky was strong on personality, not in medicine.

But even her stone mental strength had nothing on this – this monstrosity.

Police officers were easily being killed, their guns doing nothing to stop the living dead. If fact, they were practically helping them, being eaten alive and then coming back to life as a zombie.

A young police officer, probably the first day on the job, was being ripped to shreds by prying claws and hungry jaws. But his screams only joined the dozens more. Becky shuddered, noticeably whitening at the sight and sounds.

An unlucky paramedic was currently having his stomach ripped out, his screams became less and less as the blood crept out from under his dying body. A pair of 10 year old zombie twins was putting their mouths upon the wound, almost like they were kissing it. But they resembled leeches much more as they sucked out the blood, smearing their faces with it.

One boy chewed into the flesh, as the other shoved his claws into his intestines, pulling them out. They seemed almost fascinated by his large intestine as he ripped it out on one end and held it up in the air. His twin popped his actual stomach like a balloon with those horrid claws, fluids landing with sickening splats on the ground and mixing with the blood. Then, simultaneously, they glanced at the each other, and stuffed the bloody body parts into their mouths, teeth tearing it apart as they swallowed, only to bend back over for more and sucking up the blood. Never once did the paramedic stop screaming.

To them, guts and blood was the equivalent to a burger and Coke, Becky realized.

The paramedic died as the twins made their way up to his heart, screams finally ceasing. Hell, his eye was already gone. His face was still twisted in pain and terror.

Sadly, that was the only paramedic in sight.

"Becky? Becky! Please don't be a zombie!" Mercer called, shakily raising the gun.

"Bitch, if I were a zombie I'd have gone for your brains first. Or Lacey's, since you two've got, like, the biggest." The New Yorker said wryly. They let out weak laughs together. It was a bad attempt for humor, but it felt great to know that they were still alive, and human.

"We need to get the hell out of here," Mercer told her, peering through the windows of the ambulance, searching for the other guys and Chloe. Where the hell were they? She saw Rick happily fighting alongside Dan. But where were Ace, Chloe, and Chase?

As if Becky had read her mind, she pointed out something to Mercer.

"There's Ace and Chloe." Well, 2 out of 3 ain't so bad.

"Here," Mercer said, tossing her the gun. "You're dad's a cop. You know how to shoot a gun." They traded weapons. "Lacey, help Tina as much as you can. We'll see if we can get a paramedic that's still human."

The blond nodded, as pale as Becky was seeing the gore.

"Let's move!"

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"How many of these things are there?" Rick shouted. He and Dan were back to back, fists raised. Both guys were getting more and more tired. The dead never seemed to stop coming at them, and they were seriously hurt – Dan had claw marks all over him (which hurt like hell), while Rick had several bite marks on him, and a deep scrape, 5 marks going straight down his back, from shoulder blades to torso. Every move made his back burn.

"Everyone who dies just keeps coming back. Shit, we'll probably join 'em in a few minutes at this rate!" Dan cursed his luck. This seriously sucked!

"HI-YA!" 4 zombies were knocked straight down by a baseball bat. Mercer really didn't need to shout 'Hiya!' but it was fun and she was fighting zombies. For all she knew she could be dreaming. Whatever.

"How ya doin' boys? Holding up good?" she smirked. Dan snorted. "Alright karate girl, where to?"

"Uh…haven't gotten that far in my plan yet." Mercer mumbled somewhat bashfully.

"Didn't think you'd get this far?" Rick asked.

"Hell no."

"'Course you didn't. Where're the others?"

"Lacey's with Tina – she's hurt, badly." Becky told them. "They're behind an ambulance way in the back. Ace and Chloe are by that stop sign over there. I can't see Pierce anywhere Chloe's hiding behind that Corvette – wait, where'd they go?"

They frantically scanned the area while Mercer swatted at the zombies with her bat. More were surrounding them, and she didn't have the power to take them all. Plus, it was just as disgusting as it was painful.

The zombies had started to drool, and it was all over her – it stunk too – and they had scratched at her.

"Guys!" she warned them. These zombies were all over the place, swarming them. The group stood back-to-back, Becky firing. Her aim was a bit off, but it was getting the job done.

"They're everywhere!" Rick shouted, panicky.

"WHOA!"

The front half of zombies were knocked to the side, torn to pieces as an ambulance sped in front of them.

Pierce sat in the front seat, one hand covering his eyes and the other on the wheel.

Chase was riding shotgun, an earsplitting grin on his face, Chloe was a little green, but immensely proud of the lanky boys.

"Did I get them?"

"You got 'em good, P." Chase chuckled, roughly slapping him on the back. Pierce slowly took his hand down, and the jock turned his attention to the others.

"Need a ride?"

"Hell yeah, you are two are so awesome, bro." Rick reached up to the side window and slapped Pierce's hand, grasping it.

"Tina's in the back," Chloe informed them in a small voice. "She's alive." She added.

They filed in, squeezing inside. Tina was up, pale, and bloody, but alive. "So who was the medic?" Ace asked, eyes narrowing. Tina attempted to shrug, but winced, a painful expression crossing her face. She could still feel those razor-like teeth ripping into her skin like butter, the feel of the hot blood splashing out.

"Did I miss all the action?" she croaked jokingly.

"C'mon," Pierce said, eyes on the rearview mirror. "Shit," he swore.

"Get in, get in! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" he adjusted a mirror rubbing his forehead. Man, he'd have a killer headache later.

Way in the back, a giant pinkish white person was coming up. It was sort of waddling, and it would've been funny if not for the fact that that it was ripped with bulging muscles and fists that honestly looked like it could crush a human skull like a soda can. He was so big, in fact, his powerful muscles made his body look out of proportion; his head looking like a raisin in a pumpkin patch.

It roared, slamming one giant fist onto the ground (that definitely could've crushed the pumpkin patch and the raisin). The cement burst into the air like a mini bomb had gone off, but it had the tremors of a nuclear explosion that bounced all the way to the group.

The ambulance was tossed into the air, landing hard. Tina cried out in pain while the others did in fear.

"DRIVE!"

Pierce slammed his foot down on the pedal and drove like mad, even though the back doors weren't closed. He swerved around anything he couldn't run over, eyebrows furrowed deep in his concentration.

"Where do I go?" he exclaimed. "Anywhere but here!" Dan snarled back. Pierce flinched at the harsh tone, but everyone was stressed right now. Lacey was still crying, and he made a mental note to ask her about those scratch marks, which were way too small to belong to one of them.

"Whoa! Zombie alert!" Rick shouted, clutching some sort of medical device connected to the ambulance. The doors were wide open, banging around with every movement from their new ride.

"That thing is huge!" Dan commented. "Yeah, no shit!" Mercer scowled at him.

"Becky, shoot it!"

"Why would I shoot my boyfriend?"

"He's a dick, yeah, but I'm talking about the FUCKING ZOMBIE ON OUR TAIL!"

"Oh. Right."

Becky turned the safety off, and started to get into a kneeling position – but Pierce jerked around a large chunk of rubble and mail box. She fell and shot by accident at Mercer, who had fallen back on her butt. It missed, ricocheting off something else and blowing up a water bag thingy.

"Hey! Watch it!"

"Sorry, Becky!" he called back apologetically.

"C'mon Becky, shoot it!"

She bit her lip, tongue poking out of the corner and concentrated.

It roared and the sound had them pressing on their ears.

"Shoot it; SHOOT IT!"

Becky fired. And missed. Fired again. Hit the arm. Fired again. Hit the eye. Didn't even phase it.

She gave up, turning the safety back on. "I shot it in the head and he didn't even notice it, guys. It's a waste of bullets."

"So what do we do?" Rick asked. "We need the police; this is not our job." Pierce said distractedly, trying to figure out where to go while driving erratically at full speed.

"In case you haven't noticed, the police aren't doing anything but screw up, die, and come back to life to eat us. I don't understand how we still need them." Ace snapped.

"Like you understand anything." Rick muttered.

Then who should we call, Oh-Lord-and-Respected-Master?" Dan grumbled sarcastically.

"Maybe the military, who are heading our way?" Pierce said thoughtfully, grinning a little. Finally! Someone who could help!

"What?!" Mercer jumped up.

"They heard about this thing already?"

"No way – "

"It'd already been on the news, remember?"

Military vehicles were flanking extremely good looking cars, a giant red and blue Peterbilt Semi leading the inner group.

"Stop the car!" Mercer shouted at Pierce, who shook his head. "Look behind you! We got an army of zombies or the military! You know, armed and trained to use those big fat guns and kill things! If I stop now, we're zombie shit!"

He swerved off the road, onto the sidewalk, cursing under his breath.

"Hang on!" Chase called. And then added: "Somebody shut those doors! Ace, I bet you 5 bucks someone's gonna fall out of that!"

"Only they'd bet on that," Becky mumbled. Chloe giggled. It may seem out of place, cracking jokes and making bets in the face of not fight-or-flight, but die-or-run.

Unless you'd ever been in a situation like this, you could never understand the absolute terror, the terror in the eyes of the dying, or coming so close to it again and again. Seeing your friends experience the same thing and think, Is that what I look like now?

"It's getting closer! Becky, shoot it! SHOOT IT!" Ace shouted, panicky.

So she fired, aiming for the head. But seriously, if it didn't even notice a bullet to the eye, it probably won't be bothered by another.

Pierce suddenly swerved again, and Becky was happy she was already used to it.

They passed by the military vehicles, and the waitress stopped shooting.

Pierce came to a stop. "We should help them." he announced.

"And do what? You seriously think 10 kids can help the Army take out killer zombies?" Dan asked, crossing his arms.

"No, but we could tell them what we know," Lacey suggested quietly. "Yeah. I think we're really the only ones who've had…a more...up close and…um…personal experience with them." Chase said, nodding, and opening his door.

Becky asked, "But hasn't CNN been, like, filming this from helicopters or what?"

"Let's see," he said, pulling out his iPhone. "It's off air." Dan announced, looking over his shoulder. Chase nodded in confirmation.

"Nothing live in on the app. Either everyone was killed before they could get a chopper out there or they're too chicken, the bitches." Ace grunted, crossing his arms.

"Just because you're annoyed with someone doesn't mean you have to call them 'bitches'." Chloe frowned.

"Wanna prove it, bitch?" he smirked. Rick pushed his little sister behind him and got right into Ace's face.

"Call her that again and I'll – " he snarled. "You'll what?" Ace cut him off. "You'll just end up getting your face smashed in."

They growled in an almost animalistic way, staring each other down.

Mercer snapped her fingers at them. "Hey, we're all pissed right now. But we need to do something. We'll go to the military, maybe we could hitch a ride to, like, a base or something, get our asses outta here and call our families. We can't just fight all of them! Look at big, bad, and dead over there. That'll….oh my god!"

Mercer got out of the vehicle. "Chloe, Lacey, and Ace – you guys go over there," she pointed to the parking garage to a Home Depot, "And drive with the ambulance. I want Dan, Rick, and Becky out on the field, keep those shits distracted long enough for us to think up a plan that could take those things down. Pierce, you're with me. We're talking to those guys. Move, move!"

They filed out as Ace hopped into the driver's seat.

"Alright girls! Let's drive!"

The jock was not hiding in a parking garage with 2 chicks at a Home Depot. No, he had other plans for them all.

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"Hey! HEY!"

They called out to a soldier who looked like he was in charge. "Look, they're loading their weapons up!" Pierce told her.

"Pfft, like that'll work. These things aren't being put down by that shit anymore." Mercer grunted.

"What are you kids doing here? Listen, you need to get out of here. This is a dangerous situation and you need to get out of here right – "

Mercer cut him off and got right to the point.

"Listen, I don't give two shits about my own safety. What do you know about the zombies? Huh?" she poked him in the chest with her finger, eyes narrowed.

"Do you know what they are? What they want? Why they're killing people?" Pierce added on viscously, adjusting his glasses. OK, that kinda killed the part about the 'viciousness'.

Mercer read his nametag. 'Lennox'.

"Look around you, Lennox! Do you see that?!" she demanded. A little block of townhouses that housed seniors who always took care of pretty flowers in their window sills was on fire, crumbling to the ground. Zombies tore into living flesh, brutally, as innocents screamed.

Their wickedly sharp claws tore out eyes and limbs, caused gashes and cuts while their fangs latched onto the wounds eagerly. Their prey screamed in agony as they were torn apart, life fluids spilling out. But the zombies enjoyed it all.

One little baby zombies with claws and teeth half the size of its body tore up another woman's body, and Mercer desperately hoped that wasn't its mother. The irony would be just too cruel if it was, especially as she screamed while her eyes were ripped out and put them into his mouth as he eagerly sucked it like a candy piece.

Now blind, she flailed wildly, but another dead one gripped her arm, and blood gushed out.

She died as her baby ripped her chest cavity wide open. And Mercer, for the first time ever, saw a real human heart. Not beating, of course.

It was nothing like she'd thought it be, covered in blood and barely recognizable. It was no more once the baby ripped it out and shoved the whole thing into his mouth.

They it turned its eyes on them.

The right eye kept perfectly still, while the left was pretty much out of the socket and moving around wildly, as if to keep an eye on everything.

"Dear god…" Lennox whispered.

"You missed a lot." Pierce averted his eyes from the scary scene.

"Guys, I think we need to move," Mercer whispered, nudging Pierce's arm.

"What? Why?"

The baby launched itself at them with a high pitched mix of a wail and a snarl.

The sound had them all covering their ears as Mercer leaped out of the way, tackling Lennox. Pierce hit the other side.

The baby missed them all by inches, landing on top of a black GMC Topkick. And Mercer stared as it jerked, jumping on its tires and hood breaking. No, the hood wasn't breaking, it was rearranging itself, transforming.

"What the FUCK?"

The same happened with the other Peterbilt, Hummer, and others, but Mercer turned away and looked down to force herself from throwing up. How she was throwing up at seeing the cars turn into something else and not people being eaten alive was sorta weird. The stress of the day (has it really only been a day?!) must really be getting to her.

Lennox awkwardly looked at the two teens. "Uh…you missed a lot?" he tried.

Mercer facepalmed.

"Mercer!" Dan roared, prying a zombie off his body and ignoring the stinging pain in his shoulder. "How's that plan going now?! I'm fucking sick of this!"

Rick, however, was doing much worse than his buddy, but noticed something else.

"MERCER! LOOK OUT!" he bellowed.

The giant ass zombie moved surprisingly quickly, and pounded its fist on the ground.

BOOM!

Every human on the block was knocked off their feet and thrown around. The ground vibrated, like an earthquake, and she hit the ground hard, grunting. The cement shattered like glass, breaking apart and exploding. Lennox, Mercer, Rick, and Dan propped themselves up onto their elbows and watched as it grew up another 10 feet into the air, making it a total of 18 feet tall.

"…The hell?"

"RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIVES!" someone shouted.

No one needed to be told twice.

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Mercer really can't plan ahead, can she?

OK, hope you liked that and didn't throw up or cry. I kinda don't like how some things turned out, and like I said last A/N, this is mainly Mercer-centric, and I'm focusing on emotions like fear, pain, and anger. With some twisted love and all that stuff I know lots of people love:) Tell me how I'm doing, like if I'm adding too much humor into the POV (even if it a little dry haha), or my grammar mistakes – I repeat words a lot, especially 'I' and 'and'.

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