Author's Note: So I'll probably be cranking out chapters these next few days, but there'll probably be a dry stretch for finals. Sorry. Also! Don't forget to review. I'd love to hear what you have to say about it. Praise, criticism, what you liked, what you didn't, and what you want to see happen would all make writing much easier. :D
Now, to the story!
First Aid Chapter 2: Super-Ass Zombies
"Yeah, I got 'un." Ellis responded. The young Savannah native walked over to Nick and took the first aid kit off of his back, eagerly handing it over to Nick.
"So how's he doin' Nick? He gonna live?" Coach asked, turning to the Conman that leaned over the young boy who appeared to be passed out, his arms laying limp on the sidewalk.
"Hard to say." Nick replied, wiping his blood covered hands on an extremely dirty handkerchief, which he promptly put back into his jacket pocket. "It's very touch-and-go at this point. That crazy kid's lucky, though. He'd be dead if that motherfucker didn't miss his vital organs." Nick then kneeled again to administer further care to the unknown boy.
"How did you learn to patch up wounds like that, Nick?" Rochelle asked, looking concernedly at the young boy whom Nick was steadily bandaging around the abdomen.
"When you're in my line of work, you get to see some crazy shit. This isn't the worst I've ever seen."
Rochelle quirked an eyebrow and was about to say something when Coach halted her train of thought with his loud, deep voice.
"Hey! Y'all better hurry up over there; we got some major company!" Coach shouted over the all-too-audible moans and screams of the infected. He turned back quickly to the oncoming horde of the infected, which was made up of maybe a hundred zombies.
"Hey, I'm going as fast as I can!" Nick yelled back, hastily wrapping bandages around the boy's wounded stomach. Suddenly, the boy took a sharp breath of air and gasped, his eyes opening wide. He saw Nick's surprised face looking back down at him, then at the bandages he was applying.
"Thanks." The boy muttered his voice gravelly. He cleared his throat and looked around to see Ellis and Rochelle quickly joining Coach's line of defense against the oncoming wave of zombies. He boy sat up woozily, and patted down the ground around him. "Where's my gun?" He demanded of Nick, who quickly scanned the ground and found the advanced rifle lying two feet away. He handed it back to the boy, who used it as a crutch to steady himself as he stood up. He was a wobbly, but seemed fine to Nick. The boy dropped the empty clip in his gun and jammed in a fresh, cocking the bolt again.
"Time to show these filthy motherfuckers what it means to mess with me!" And with that he hobbled past Nick to the other three survivors. Ellis looked behind him and had to do a double-take to make sure he was actually seeing the same kid he thought'd be dead walking up to them to kill zombies. The blonde-haired boy took his place in the line beside Ellis, bringing the sights of his rifle up to his face. The horde was getting dangerously close and the four of them were all shooting like no tomorrow, blowing off zombie limbs, heads, and disemboweling a few. The boy spotted a group of closely packed zombies and let loose a long burst, savoring its gory repercussions as the zombies hit the ground in various states of dismemberment.
The fight continued, with Nick soon joining them with his Uzi, and finally the mass of zombies seemed to be thinning. A zombie ran and got close to Coach, who beat it back with his gun, just before Rochelle shot half of its head off with her MAC 10. The zombies were gradually getting closer and closer, until they were practically climbing on top of each other to get a swipe at the survivors. The blonde boy let his gun fall to his side, secured by its strap, and he pulled out a fireman's axe, which he used to cleave the heads off of several zombies that were getting a little too close to Ellis.
Finally, Nick walked up to the last zombie, its front half crawling towards them, and savagely beat it on the head with his baseball bat. The quintet were scanning around them and reloading, relishing the small victory.
"Not a bad day, I guess." The blonde boy said, smirking. "Almost get torn to death by that hunter, get patched up, and rip apart a big-ass horde. Nice."
"Hey, Young'un, wutcho name?" Coach asked, gesturing to the boy while reloading his Uzi.
"Andrew. But you can call me Andy if you want. Thanks for saving my ass by the way. Care to do an introduction?" He added, gesturing to the other three.
"Mah name's Ellis. Some of my friends call me Elli, but I think it sounds lahk a girl's name, so you can just call me Ellis." He took off his trucker hat, ruffled his hair, and then put the cap back on. Andy just quirked an eyebrow and then nodded.
"My name's Coach. Don't ask for no other name, cause you ain't gon get one." The large black man said, scratching his face.
"Name's Nick. Doubt you'll remember it, though I don't really care." Nick said with a scowl, his back turned as he watched behind them.
"My name's Rochelle. So where did you come from? And why in the hell is someone your age wandering around at a time like this?" Rochelle said, a concerned look on her face.
Andy let loose a short bark of a laugh. "What am I doing? Trying to survive. And don't even pull that 'you're too young' shit. I just watched three of my friends die today. I doubt you can say the same." A brutal silence settled on the group. At the last remark, Andy scowled and straightened his leather jacket.
The other four looked at each other in disbelief. It seemed like the same thought went through all of their minds. Who the hell is this kid?
Andy continued as if nothing had happened. "Any idea on where to go? I guess that hotel evac station isn't an option, seeing as you all ran the fuck outta there."
Ellis was the first to recover from the terrible news that came from their new addition to their team. "Well, see, Coach n' I had this idea where we could go ta a gun store we know on tha way ta tha mall where we was gonna go for evac."
"Good idea. I could certainly use some ammo." Andy remarked while he checked his jacket pockets for ammo.
"Are we going to go yet? I'm getting old over here." Nick remarked snidely from his stance.
"Heh. No need to worry 'bout that Nick; you'd just end up like me." Coach retorted with a smirk.
Andy snorted, and then they made their way down the street past the semi-truck and towards a police barricade in the road. Andy stopped one last time by his friend's body, saying a short prayer. The others patiently waited, not willing to crush the kid any more than he probably already was.
As they reached the barricade, they saw a door to service the lower level of the road, and took it. Inside was a can of gasoline, and on the wall in a glass case was another fireman's axe.
"Ya know, I always wanted ta be an axe-murderer." Ellis remarked as he picked up the axe. The group all looked at him worriedly.
"You might want to keep that to yourself, sweetie." Rochelle commented with a ghost of a smile.
The group ventured downstairs, Andy in the lead with his HK 416. Guarding the back was Coach, who had filled up his chainsaw with the gas. The awaiting room held little resistance, save for a few disoriented zombies and a mangled corpse.
"Looks like someone was hungry." Andy said darkly.
"Young 'un! Stop that shit! Y'all are gonna make me sick." Coach frowned at Andy, instantly picking up on his morbid sense of humor.
"Hey, man. I don't tell lies. I just don't sugarcoat anything either. But hey, being a pessimist comes in handy." Andy replied, shrugging.
"Can we get going now? Jesus." Nick piped in, whining with a passion.
"Nick, whining doesn't help anything." Rochelle commented as they opened the closet door to find nothing.
"Sorry, mom." Rochelle gave him a frosty glare, and Followed Andy and Ellis outside onto the next street. Outside the group was met with a pick-up truck and a singular zombie leaning against the underpass wall. Andy whispered something to Ellis, who held everyone back as he snuck towards the zombie. As he neared it, he unsheathed a long, serrated knife from inside of his jacket, and as he came up behind the zombie, grabbed it by the jaw and jammed the knife into the back of its neck, effectively severing its head as he pulled the knife out. He wiped the knife off on his leather jacket and turned back to the others, who were gaping at him.
"You coming?" He asked, perfectly calm.
"Man, y'all gotta teach me that trick! That's fuckin' bad-ass raght there!" Ellis exclaimed, jogging to keep up to Andy, who was now moving on.
Nick looked at Rochelle. She still had her mouth wide open. "Darling, you might want to close that before something bad happens to it." He commented snarkly. She immediately closed her mouth, her eyes widening. Nick laughed as he jogged to catch up to the other two. Rochelle was close behind, mumbling and trying to disguise her blushing face. Coach chuckled.
Suddenly, a high-pitched gurgling could be heard, as well as gasping and spitting.
"What tha hell was that?" Ellis asked, now underneath the overpass. He and Andy were standing side to side, the other three survivors forming a circle facing outwards.
"Hell if I know. What I do know? I'm gonna shoot it." Nick replied belligerently. The close-knit circle crept forward, each person scanning around them for the source of the disturbing sound. When they came out from beneath the overpass, they were about to cross a patch of green between streets when they saw the origin of the odd noises.
"That is the scariest fucking thing I have ever seen." Nick said, his eyes wide, staring at the grossly mutated female zombie. Before another word could be said, the thing's life was ended by Coach ripping it in half with his chainsaw. A green, sizzling substance erupted from it, and Coach rushed to get out of it.
"Godammit! I'm covered in fire-spit!" As he rushed out of the sizzling goo, the soles of his shoes started to burn away, and he had minor burns on his lower legs.
"So I guess we'll call that a spitter then?" Andy said, looking down at the body.
"That seems 'ppropriate." Ellis commented, as he noticed a few zombies that had been lured towards them by Coach's yelling.
"Oh shit! Watch out!" Coach bellowed. As the zombies neared, each of the survivors decided a small patch to deal with. Just as Nick was about to smash the first zombie with his bat, there was terrible couching, like a hardcore smoker, a yell, and then Nick was being dragged away by a long, slimy appendage, with the other infected eagerly following.
"Shoot the tongue!" Nick yelled, and Andy immediately saw the slippery tongue in question that was wrapped around Nick. He followed the appendage back to its owner with his gun sights, and saw a long, lanky zombie with a huge tongue hanging from his head; in addition to the other one. He immediately squeezed off a long burst that assured him the infected would be dead. The zombie exploded into a cloud of dark green smoke, and the tongue around Nick became limp and fell away. Andy rushed to his rescue, shooting anything in his way. He reached Nick and leant him his hand. Nick gratefully accepted it and helped himself to his feet.
"Hey y'all! We could use some help over here!" Ellis yelled to the pair while firing his shotgun. Immediately, a massive rock flew through the air and nearly flattened Andy. The source revealed itself; a ludicrously muscular zombie that ran on its massive arms and puny legs like a gorilla. It roared loudly and ran towards the two.
"Aww, come on!" Nick yelled in frustration.
"You have to be shitting me!" Andy yelled, reloading his rifle. The massive zombie was nearing them, so they ran down the street parallel to the one they just left, only to see it ended with a dead end. "Looks like this is where it ends," Andy said to Nick, as he brought the rifle back up to his shoulder. "for this ugly motherfucker anyways!"
"You know, kid; I'm starting to like you." Nick said as he flourished his Uzi.
Did you like it? I'm trying to make the survivors go fairly far each chapter, but I also want to work in as much banter as I can; the saferoom talks just aren't enough I don't think.
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