Author's note:

Hiya! Again! Sorry about the point of view change this time. Because my last story was in first person, I just can't get out of the habit, so I decided to just give in. Right now, the story is told from Keith's point of view. Enjoy! Review! ECT.!

Chapter 2

I had already fought through several crowds of zombies when I came upon a small room, most likely a janitor's closet, and found a med-kit. Luckily, the zombies had only ran at me head on, they didn't seem to know about strategy, so I didn't need to use the med-kit. I was just about to try scaling the balcony through one of the windows, when I heard Ellis's voice down the hall.

"C'mon, y'all" Ellis shouted, "it's safe over here!" I ran around the corner in time to see him standing on the other side of rubble, which blocked the way. He waved in three other people. There was a dark man who looked well-fed. He was wearing a blue collared shirt. Next was a dark woman, who wore a pink shirt which could have blinded you if you looked too close. Last was a serious looking man who was wearing a white tux and blue dress shirt.

It looked like Ellis had other people who could look out for him.

But I didn't.

That thought rang out in my mind, which made me feel more uneasy than it should have. I was just about to call to him, when suddenly, a slimy rope wrapped around me It squeezed so hard that it was difficult to breath, let alone shout.

If the rope was this eerie, I didn't want to find out what was on the other end. Just as I was about to come to my captor, there was a large crescendo! And the rope loosened.

I looked around and came face to face with my captor. It was clearly once human, which was made quite apparent by the jeans and T-shirt, but that's about all that resembled human. It's face was a whole swath of bumps and welts, which were letting out a thick dark green smoke. Thankfully, this smoke didn't seem to call the zombies so I figure I was good.

I looked around the area, wondering how the monster could have controlled the rope enough to constrict me, when I noticed the long red tongue flopped around the floor. Quickly realizing that was the rope that caught me, I proceeded to do the jitter dance, trying to get its tongue goo off of me. I even threw in a few shudders for measure.

"Are you quite done?" I turned to the voice to see a young man carrying a combat shotgun.

"Holy shit!" I yelled, and jumped back on one leg.

The young man looked just as surprised as I felt after I did that. He was wearing a green sweater vest and khakis. He wore round glasses. And had a blond buzz cut.

"Quite," he said, eying me, "I propose we work together to get out of this zombie apocalypse."

"Well," I said, "If you can get me a kick-ass gun like that, then I'll happily follow you anywhere." I pointed to his shotgun.

"Deal," he said, "My name is Eric," he held out his hand.

I shook his hand an replied, "Pleasure to meat you," I said, "Th' name's Keith!" I flinched because I accidentally let my southern accent slip.

Eric smiled, "It's fine," he said, "now let's get moving!"

I sighed and followed Eric into a room with guns laid out on a cabinet I grabbed the Assault rifle and followed Eric to the elevator.

As we descended, Eric began talking, "I hope that you are immune, because that smoker gas has the virus in it."

"Shit, really?" I said.

"Oh, well," Eric said, "we'll know in a couple hours,"

This guy really knew how to rub my buttons the wrong way, or something like that.

As we got deeper and deeper, the elevator began to fill with smoke, and I could feel the heat around me.

The elevator opened and revealed that the entire first floor lobby was engulfed in flames.

"Ooowhee! I'm feelin' hot tonight!" I yelled, then immediately wished I hadn't because I saw Eric stifle a laugh.

It looks like Ellis got to me. I straitened up, as if nothing had happened and started running toward the door to the next room. I ran through, clearing zombies out of the way and pushing some into the fire.

Eric was not too far behind as I made it through the last door and could see bright sunlight. I ran to a room with a metal red door, waited for Eric to pass, then slammed it shut and locked it.

"That went well," I said.

Author's note: There you have it...

I'm not sure, so I will see. Review if you can, Critique if you must.