Okay, so here we go, the second installment of the bonds of blood, new character inrtoduction time? Maybe? Stay tuned! R&R! The Disclaimer still applies! Exam went well, pretty sure I aced it! Okay, read!
The silhouette behind the window was clear. Aaron backed away nervously, but held the thick, dark gun at the ready, his finger on the trigger. The Hunter drew its claws along the glass and Aaron raised the gun to his eye once more. The window burst inwards and the Hunter lurched inside, followed by another, and another. The three of them stared Aaron down and he gasped before opening fire. The gun kicked and hit him in the jaw, but he continuously held on to the trigger, spraying bullets on his three foes. One fell to his blasts, but the others both dove into the adjoining room. Feeling slightly more confident Aaron followed.
Jocelyn's flashlight caught the blonde-brown hair full on. "Daphne?" Jocelyn gasped tearing up slightly. But then she turned her head. It was the same girl, the same Daphne they loved on the outside, though her skin was purple-grey and her eyes yellow. Her nails were extremely long and unbelievably sharp. But there was no joy in Daphne, no feeling, no emotions. Nothing but pure, blood-lust and anger at having been disturbed.
"You're the witch?" Jocelyn shrieked and ran for the door. Daphne raced towards her from across the room, slamming it closed before she could escape. "Please," Jocelyn whispered as the new Daphne got closer. Her flashlight fell to the floor, illuminating nothing but Jocelyn's shivering legs, and Daphne's, now scrawny, bony ones.
It was the slight reflection in the glass that saved Matt's life. He saw the creature as it was in mid-air. He dove to the side and the zombie crashed hard into the case, which shattered and sprayed out across the infirmary floor. Matt took his bow and arrow from his back and brought it up to his eyes. He shot once, but missed, the arrow sliding under the door, out into the second floor lobby. The creature turned and shrieked at him once again, no doubt the reincarnation of the previous medic. It lurched at him and he bent down, scooping up a shard of glass from the floor and holding it out in front of himself like a knife.
Vivian exited the second room, sighing. In it had been a desk and several filing cabinets: nothing to be of any use in a zombie apocalypse. The third room, Vivian hoped, would be more useful. She entered to find the same storage room that Jocelyn had rushed into earlier. She rummaged through drawers until she found three knives, two hammers, four flashlights, countless packs of extra batteries as well as a large flame thrower. She took everything, shoving it into her backpack. Then she found a large medicine cabinet and emptied it too. Aaron would probably know what it was good for, if not him than Jocelyn. She left the room then, quite content with her finds, but her smile of pride was wiped clean when her foot came down into a puddle of blood. She turned in horror as the floor vibrated and the door burst off of its hinges.
"I'm not afraid of you." Aaron said, his voice shaking as he said it, betraying his obvious fear. He kicked the door in and started shooting blindly into the room. There was a yelp and he knew he had hit one of them. Satisfied he reached in and turned on the light. There before him, lay the dead carcass of a Hunter, bleeding out from where it had fallen to the floor, mid-jump, and soaking the paws of the nearby dog. Aaron gasped at the sight, but movement from the other side of the room caught his eye. The final Hunter leapt at him and knocked him to the ground. He screamed for help, knowing that he was incapacitated, there was nothing he could do now that he had been knocked down. He would die.
Daphne reached out a long talon and stroked the side of Jocelyn's face. She backed away shakily, but Daphne simply reached out and slashed her across the mouth. Jocelyn gasped and clutched at the free flowing blood, but soon became dizzy. She fell to her knees as more blood left her body. Daphne cut her arm deep and then her leg and Jillian's face began to lose colour. With a final shutter, Jocelyn fainted, her torso hitting the floor hard. Daphne knelt to kill her, but stopped.
"When you look me in the eyes. And tell me that you loved me. Everything's all right. When you're right here by my side." Jocelyn's iPod had triggered upon collision with the ground. The words brought sense into Daphne. For the first time since she had turned, over an hour ago, she felt humanity as her favourite band and teenage crush continued singing. Looking down, she recognized the girl, bleeding at her bird-like feet, and knew that she had become a monster. She fled into the hallway and down the stairs until she had taken solace in the downstairs closet, not pausing to look at the fight that was about to commence.
The hunchbacked, monkey like zombie in front of Matt was unfazed by the appearance of a second weapon. It jumped at him again and Matt felt the glass blade impale itself inside of the creature. The zombie died then, again, but the momentum and instincts of the creature's body knocked Matt to the ground. Wrapping around him in a last ditch effort to kill. Matt hit the ground hard, and blacked out.
Vivian heard the closet door close, but she couldn't turn around to look, for as soon as she had taken in the sight at the fourth doorway, the iron door to the outside broke down and in barged a second beast. It seemed to be alone. Vivian stood, solitary, and unarmed against two enormous fiends. A Tank, she knew, had just arrived. It was enormous and hulk-like, with pale, pink, rocky skin that was thick all over, like an elephant's. Its upper body and arms severely outsized and outweighed its lower body and the veins in his muscles were extremely noticeable under the translucent skin. The monster that had been inside was similar. One arm of the Charger appeared to still be human, but the other was massive and wider than the average television. Its body was like a fat rectangle from feet to head, all seven feat of it. Its head was like that of an ogre, with few teeth and gaping eyes. She peered past it into the room in which lay three dead and bleeding common infected. No. Two were common infected. One had been a human, an immunized human.
"Seriously?" Vivian whined. "A Tank and a Charger at the same time!" She felt tears stinging her eyes. This would probably be the end for her. She had heard bullets ring out from somewhere far away, probably Aaron. She had heard Jocelyn scream about the witch. She had heard glass shatter nearby. She was alone. And that made her angry. "Look, you fuckers, I will kill at least one of you before I die." She reached into her backpack and grabbed the hammer that was there, bringing it out angrily.
The Charger lurched at Viivian, surprisingly fast with so much bulk to carry. She swung the hammer, hitting it dead on in its titanic fist. A bone cracked and it began to bleed. The Tank roared and charged at her, swinging and hitting her clear across the room. She took her hammer as the Tank lunged at her again and threw it with surprising accuracy at its head. It stopped dazed and Vivian took the opportunity to jumped for her backpack.
She grabbed it, just as the Charger grabbed her by the ankles. It started swinging her around and she had to fight against gravity to keep her hands searching. The blade sliced her thumb: that was how she found it. The Charger continued to swing her, but she used its own momentum against it, curling into a ball so that her gravity was less than what it was accustomed to throwing, it became off balance and she jabbed the knife far into its thin arm. The arm fell off and shrivelled up on the floor, taking the knife with it.
With its big arm, the Charger swung Vivian, still in ball form, towards the Tank, who wound up and punched her straight into the closet. Her vision swam before her eyes as she tried to sit up, only to make eye-contact with the witch.
Aaron could feel his health draining from him and struggled with all his might, but it was no use, he was going to die here. "Woof!" The dog barked and bounded out of the room, tackling the Hunter to the ground and ripping out its throat. Aaron lay there for seconds, but felt relief.
"Thank you!" He cooed and squeezed the dog tightly around its scruffy neck. The dog held up a paw where a bullet had grazed him. Aaron nodded and peaked into the only other room on his floor. It was a computer room and wouldn't be equipped with medicinal needs. Instead he went down to the second floor, the dog trotting at his heels. "Who's a good boy? Saving my life, even though I shot you? Yes, yes that's you!"
Vivian heard the dog bark from her position in the closet and she heard Aaron speak, the sound carrying well in the hallways. Unfortunately, so did the Tank. It stumbled forwards and smashed into the door to the staircase above, locking it in place, probably not on purpose, it's girth was just too large to fit through the door itself. The witch stared at her, she had startled it, but it made no attempt to move towards or hurt her, in fact, it seemed to be trying to do just the opposite. Just trying to stay out of the way.
The Charger barged into the closet and started pounding around with its gigantic hand, it slapped Vivian once across the face and she heard a tooth chip, but got up. She took a running dive and managed to slide between the Charger's legs and out into the lobby once again. She slid right into the legs of the Tank and swore, reaching out and grabbing her knife, just before the Tank crushed her bones into powder, raising it and pointing it straight up, impaling one arm of the oafish zombie.
It squealed and swung its arms around, both trying to free the knife, and to smack Vivian. The knife did come loose, speeding straight to the doorway where the Charger was. It struck its face, killing it instantly.
Aaron peaked into the only doorway in the third level. It was a bedroom; there were four beds in total, two on each side and a window that showed the moon. The clouds had left, and Aaron could see, illuminated on the floor ... a freely bleeding Jocelyn. He yelled for help and ran to her, discarding his gun by the door. He picked her up, steadying her and guided her from the room and down the stairs. There was no hospital equipment on this floor either.
Vivian rolled Charlie's Angel's style away from where the Tank was smashing, breaking up pieces of floor on ever jab. Her backpack had been thrown to the other side of the now locked door sometime earlier, leaving her weapon-less. Save for the two weapons she had already used. The hammer was imbedded, tail end first in the Tank's head still, but it didn't seem to notice. The knife was inside of the Charger.
The Tank picked up a piece of earth and threw it at her, she ran from it, avoiding it. At this point, the Tank was angry and seeing red. It body checked Vivian into and through a wall, into the room that the Charger had vacated. It appeared to have been a mess hall type room. There were more dead bodies than had been hidden before, two common infected behind the counter, with a third laid out against the far wall. All dead. Vivian spotted a gas stove behind the counter and an idea sparked.
She sprang past her enemy and found what she was looking for. It had fallen out of the backpack mid-fight and lay abandoned in the far corner of the room. The flamethrower.
Upon entering the second of two rooms on the second floor, Aaron spotted Matt huddled in a ball on the ground. "Alright, so splitting up was a bad idea!" Aaron said to Jocelyn, who of course, couldn't hear him. He leaned her on a hospital bed and walked over to Matt, rolling him over. He pulled back upon sight of the creature, but regained his composure and managed to unlink the dead zombie's fingers, freeing Matt. He then grabbed one of the six kits in the shattered glass container and started working on Jocelyn.
Matt woke up halfway through the amateur surgery.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. What happened to you?"
"You first. I mean, dog?"
"Where's Viv?"
"Not here."
There was an explosion from downstairs.
"I can't leave Jocelyn to die. Go save my girlfriend," Aaron begged. Matt nodded and rose to his feet.
"Unnecessary." Vivian smiled cockily from the entrance, waving a hammer to and fro. "Guess who just fought a Tank, Charger and Witch, and then won. I did!" She started victory dancing in the doorway. "The door was jammed though, so I had to hammer the hinges off," she explained.
"You fought all those at the same time and killed them?" Aaron asked in disbelief. Jocelyn groaned groggily and he punched a fist in the air. "Success! She lives!"
"Well, the Witch didn't actually attack me," she explained. She looked puzzled by this fact.
"So you didn't startle it?"
"No, I startled it."
"Daphne," Jocelyn said, sitting up. Aaron tried to lay her down, but she pushed him off. "Daphne is the Witch." There was silence, then Aaron groaned and sat down next to her.
"Why didn't she attack me?" Vivian cocked her head to the side.
"Why didn't she kill me?" Jocelyn countered.
"Why didn't she come after us once she had knocked you down?" Matt beckoned from Aaron to himself.
"You don't think she has retained her humanity do you?"
"Is it even possible?" Jocelyn asked.
"I never saw it in the game."
"But why would anything with any humanity, coexist with inhumane beings?" Aaron said, slightly condescendingly. "If the game was a reflection of reality, then the humane zombies wouldn't have chilled with the other ones, or attacked."
"Maybe she recognized Jocelyn," Matt propositioned.
"Yeah, I mean, my flashlight did fall to the ground, so she'd only have been able to see my face when I fainted."
"No, zombies can see in the dark," Vivian said. "But that just reminded me, the flashlight, I found some supplies." She left the room then, heading down the stairs slowly. The door to the first floor lobby was exactly where she had left it on the floor of the first level. Her backpack was on her side of it and she grabbed it.
"Where did they go?" Vivian asked Jocelyn as she re-entered the near empty infirmary.
"Aaron said he'd found guns," she said absently. "They went to get them." She sat up, wincing, and poked the nearby creature with her toe.
"A Jockey," Vivian labelled.
"Jesus! How many types of Zombie are there?"
"Umm ..." Vivian held up her fingers and began to count. "Hunter, Smoker, Witch, Tank, Charger, Jockey, Boomer, Spitter, then the common infected." She nodded her head as she counted her outstretched digits. "Nine."
"What about that clown thing you told me about?" Aaron asked, re-entering the room.
"Okay, ten, but that's just in the circus levels."
"This isn't a game, there are no levels."
"Yeah, yeah. What'cha get?" she asked.
He swung his Hunter Rifle over his shoulder and shot once into the dead zombie's head. "Cool, huh? Assault Rifle." He seemed proud of knowing what it was, let alone being able to aim and shoot. He had taken the shoelaces from a pair of army boots he had found and used them to make a sling for the gun. "I got you –" he said, reaching around into his back pockets. He brought out two shining silver pistols and tossed them to her, smiling.
"Wachow!" Vivian caught them and struck a pose. "Do a barrel role!" She got down on the ground and proceeded to roll awkwardly to the side. Jocelyn laughed.
"Fail. What do I get?" Jocelyn asked.
"I don't know ..." Aaron frowned. Matt walked in carrying two more guns. "Matt got the other two."
"Pick one JL, shotgun or uzi?"
"Shotgun, please." Jocelyn smiled an angelic smile and then formed a sling out of gauze, using it to hold up her large weapon. Matt held the remaining weapon.
"Supply check," Aaron demanded. "Backpacks?"
"Check." Vivian tossed three of them into the middle of the room and un-zippered her own.
"Flashlights?"
"Check." Vivian passed them into the pile.
"First aid kits?"
"Check." Jocelyn took all of the remaining ones and tossed them in too.
"Canned food?"
"Check." Matt poured out an army fatigue duffle bags worth of canned goods.
"You could've kept those in the bag, but whatever." Aaron rolled his eyes. "Umm, what else did I say we needed?"
"Weapons and ammunition," Matt supplied.
"Thank you. Weapons and –"
"Check, obviously." Vivian gestured to the two pistols in her arms.
"All right." He smiled. A shrill shrieking then filled the air. His smile faltered. "It's a hoard, hold them off. Cooper, come!" Aaron ran from the room and up the stairs, the dog following.
"Where's he going?" Vivian asked. The others shrugged, and then the first wave of infected charged up the stairs. Jocelyn exited into the hallway and cocked her gun, before setting it off right in the face of five approaching common infected. Vivian followed, both arms held high, she backed up the stairs so as to shoot over Jocelyn's head. Instinctively, Jocelyn crouched down to shoot. Matt stood in the doorway and continued shooting.
"Hah! We're totally winning!" Matt yelled as his gun laid down another wave of zombies. They could only go three at a time up the stairs and so, were scrambling over one another in an attempt to catch them. A long tongue reached out and dragged him swiftly down the stairs, through the throngs of zombies. Jocelyn and Vivian abandoned their perches to chase after him, firing blindly into the mob.
Matt's head hit the stair after stair as the smoker dragged him down the flight, then concrete at the bottom. He could feel the zombies pressing in around him, clawing at him and it hurt. He pulled a single pistol from his back pocket and began firing feebly around him.
Jocelyn pumped again and shot down a fifth row of zombies, catching even more of them now that they were on a flat pane.
Vivian knelt on the stairs in a Tomb Raider position and nodded to her. "Save Matt, I'll hold them back," she commanded and Jocelyn charged through, swinging her gun to knock them down and then shooting them point blank. She could just see Matt's foot disappear into the cafeteria before a hulking Tank blocked her view. She shot and cocked the gun repeatedly, and she could hear Vivian's bullets whizzing past her ears, much too close for comfort. The Tank raised his arms to strike, the bullets having little to no affect on him, but stopped and dropped dead. A Witch stood behind him.
"Daphne!" Jocelyn yelled as the zombies formed a barrier between her and Vivian. For a moment, she forgot to shoot, and then she was on the ground, a Hunter staring down at her. Witch-Daphne wasted no time in tackling and ripping out the throat of the attacking fiend and then barring her teeth at the others.
The Witch was the enemy now, to the zombies, and they knew it. They barged forwards attempting to slay her, just as they would a human, but she backhanded them repeatedly, if not knocking their heads off than knocking them out. Jocelyn rushed into the cafeteria where Matt's body had stopped moving. It lay in the middle of a pile of slow acting acid spewed up from a female-looking zombie that looked almost pregnant.
"Let me guess, Spitter?" Jocelyn cocked the gun and shot the beast. It fell back dead immediately.
Aaron tapped furiously at the keyboard of the fourth floor communications lab main computer interface. Recently he'd gotten pretty good at hacking. He started twisting frequencies on the landline radio.
"Hello? Hello, is anybody out there?" a panicked voice from a familiar frequency demanded.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hello! This is Sarah Murdock, I live in –"
"Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada." Aaron whispered into the receiver.
She paused. "Aaron Forrest?"
"It's me Sarah." he said, tears hot at the corners of his eyes. He wouldn't cry, he hadn't cried for years, but the sound of a familiar voice, the thought that somewhere out there, was life, that they weren't alone in the world, it was powerful.
"Aaron! Oh, God! Are you okay? Where are you?"
"I'm in a guard tower in Mexico or somewhere like that, me, Jocelyn, Vivian and Matt are safe. Daphne is a Witch or something."
"You're in Mexico?"
"Yeah, the school trip to the Mayan ruins, remember?"
"Yes, I remember. Jocelyn's safe?"
"She's fine." Aaron smiled. "We're all fine. And I found a dog!" He bent down and scratched the top of Cooper's head. The black lab smiled up at him, tongue lolling out.
"You would." There was humour in her voice. "How are all of you immune? I mean, I'm the only kid in my school who didn't go all un-dead all of a sudden."
"A scientist slash medicine woman gave us an antidote, minutes before it happened. Daphne didn't get it."
"Put JL on, I need to hear her voice."
"Err ..."
"What?"
"She's downstairs fighting a hoard with Viv and Matt."
"Hoard?"
"Oh, there's slang too, hoard is a huge group of zombies that attack all at once in a blitzkrieg. The zombies have names too. Boomers, Tanks, Witches, Chargers, Spitters, Hunters –"
"Hold on. I think somebody else is alive, I hear somebody crying."
"Sarah! No! It's the Witch!" he screamed into the receiver.
Sarah screamed on the other end and her radio clattered to the ground. Aaron sat and held tightly to Cooper's neck until he could fully comprehend what had happened. "She isn't dead. Sarah. Can't. Be. Dead." He paused and breathed deeply. "What do you think about heading back to Canada, boy?" He scratched the dog's head once more before turning more dials.
"Hello, are you infected?"
"Obviously not, I'm a teenage boy, but I need a plane, here, ASAP."
"We're on our way."
Vivian shot the last zombie in the back of the end, creating a clean hole directly through one side and out the other. It collapsed onto the ground and she dramatically blew against the tip of her pistol.
Jocelyn took out a care package and wrapped Matt firmly up, his wounds mostly surface cuts, but one huge gash where the Hunter's tongue had tightened too much. He was conscious, but barely.
"How's he doing?" Vivian asked, coming up behind her.
"Not too bad, not too good either." She had dragged him out of the poison and given him water from a bottle and he seemed to be recovering quickly.
"Guess who I just talked to," Aaron said proudly, coming down the stairs.
"Who? The dog?"
"His name is Cooper, and yes. But also –" he paused for dramatic effect. "Sarah!"
"Sarah! My Sarah? Murdock? My cousin?" Jocelyn jumped at him, holding him tightly by the black polo's collar.
"Yes that one, she's not infected, but we do have to get to her, she doesn't know that a Witch isn't a human. She was attacked before she went offline."
Jocelyn's heart dropped. "Is she okay?"
"She's fine." He comforted her gently, but averted his eyes. Vivian saw, she saw the uncertainty; it brought forth a pang of worry in her chest.
"We have to get to her! We can go and hi-jack a plane!" she rambled on, but Aaron simply held her close.
"A plane will be here in a half-hour, we need to stock up on anything we can pilfer from this place and then just last."
"This time," Matt groaned, sitting up, "let's not split up."
Aaron rolled his eyes.
An hour later, the four of them stood, guns at the ready, on the desert sand in front of the guard tower. A steady thumping of rotary blades descending upon them. The ladder fell from the sky and Matt started to climb, then Jocelyn, who lowered the pulley system in which Aaron and Vivian strapped Cooper, their bags and a sheet covered Daphne.
Jocelyn and Matt started raising it and Vivian followed. Aaron stepped in last and slammed the door.
"Where to?" the pilot asked. He had short blonde hair and a heavy southern accent.
"Canada, and hurry."
"We survived Belize." Aaron laughed. "And you know what, those ruins weren't even the real ruins! I remember now, the Mayan pyramids and ruins were always in a jungle not a desert."
"We're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and you're concerned about faked tourism." Vivian stared at him dumbfounded.
"It's Aaron, what did you expect," Matt said.
"I still can't believe I successfully used a gun." Jocelyn awkwardly fingered the trigger of her shotgun.
The pilot glanced back uneasily. "You best put the safety on that there shooter," he said.
Jocelyn picked the gun up and started twisting it this way and that, searching for a button or lever marked safety. The gun wound up pointing straight at the pilot and his eyes widened. "Uh, never mind, perhaps it'd be best for y'all to just set the weapons on the floor … pointing that'a'way." He gestured to the back of the helicopter.
Cooper, the seemingly adopted black lab, bounded cheerfully up, resting his head in Matt's lap. He scratched him behind the ear softly and Cooper panted in ecstasy.
"So, your theory is that them Mayan's calculated that science'd destroy the world, and it ain't spiritual er nuttin'?"
"That's our theory, yes," Jocelyn said.
"I guess it done kinda make sense. But how would they know what th' outcome'd be?"
"Huh?" Vivian turned to him, the conversation catching her interest suddenly.
"Well, you done said that they made a gosh darn video game 'bout this. Then you said that them there zombies were the same in real life. How'd them Mayans predict that?"
"I … I don't know," Vivian admitted, frowning.
"And another thang, you read on th' Internet that the Mayans predicted this whole thing, down to the minute, right?"
"Mhmm." Vivian frowned more, she was beginning to understand the flaws in her theory, the others were listening raptly.
"How'd they do that, if back in that day, they didn't even have science?"
"Uhh …"
"And why wouldn't that there paper get published earlier on, right? And not just, like, conveniently right before this done appoca … appaco …"
"Apocalypse?" Aaron offered.
"Yeah, that thing. Wouldn't people publish it like, two years ago, when the whole, world endin' in twenty-twelve conspiracy theory was circling?"
"Yeah …" Vivian sighed. Her entire theory, all of the facts that it had been built upon, were flawed, seriously flawed.
"Well, what's your theory?" Matt asked him.
"Ma theory, is that –" But then a Hunter jumped through the window as they passed by a tall building, slamming into the pilot and pushing him out and through the opposite door.
"Holy shit!" Aaron yelled and jumped from the back, landing in the pilot's chair. He pulled the door closed and then pulled back on the spiralling controls. The plane pulled up out of its nose dive, but the flight was shaky.
"Victoria …" Jocelyn looked out the window. The buildings they were passing were lined with Hunter after Hunter.
"I see them …" Vivian gulped and drew her pistols from where she had them stuffed into her back pockets, she had completely ignored the pilot's request to drop their weapons.
"I can't fight, I have to keep us up!" Aaron yelled, straining to keep the plane level, it shook minimally and soon he had found his groove. The pilot had entered the co-ordinates and the helicopter was new-age enough to run by itself, but it needed somebody to steer away from wind currents and onto tarmacs or, in this case, to avoid buildings.
"We got this," Matt said to Jocelyn, who's weapon was only short distance.
There was a single scream as warning before the first Hunter broke through the side windows, Matt shot it in the face and Jocelyn dove into the back, hiding beneath the same tarp that covered the final member of their party: the zombie-fied Daphne.
Vivian shot out her window and started firing, the sound of the spinning propellers was deafening and the wind only added to the cacophony.
Two Hunters dislodged and bounded into the air. Vivian shot one in the head, the other on the shoulder. The second one twisted in mid-air, but still crashed through her door.
Matt shot it off of her and she got back up, pushing its body out the now ajar door.
Matt opened fire on a row of zombies that were lined, poised to jump. All five of them leaped before any had died, but two fell in mid-air to his bullet spray. Vivian shot too, hitting one in the foot, it, also, twisted in mid-air, but as the final two collided with the helicopter. Aaron accidentally lost control of the machine, lowering their height by mere inches. The last Hunter was decapitated by the rotary blades, spraying a slight splash of blood against the windshield.
Daphne reached out a talon and swiftly sliced the closest Hunter from where she lay and Vivian performed a close-range head-shot to the other. More Hunter's jumped, approximately half of them falling to the guns before they even reached the chopper, the other half splicing themselves, or misjudging the gap and free-falling to the ground below.
The Hunters that remained, approximately twenty, knew that they were outmatched, but then came the re-enforcements.
The Smokers busted out top story windows, their tongues ripping forwards and easily slipping into the air vehicle. Cooper yelped helplessly as he was dragged out of the helicopter and into mid-air. Aaron screamed for him and Daphne darted out from beneath the tarp, skydiving out into the air and hooking her bird-like feet against the skids in order to grab the black lab in the crook of her arms before he could fall to his death. Matt shot the tongue off of the Smoker, causing it to explode where it stood. Daphne literally threw Cooper back into the chopper with more force than intended and the canine blacked out upon hitting the opposite wall.
"Cooper!" Jocelyn grabbed his paw and dragged him to the back of the vehicle, as close to the tail boom as she could get him. She covered him with their bags and the tarp to protect him from farther harm.
"Something is on top of us." Aaron yelled back and Vivian turned her attention, all guns to the ceiling. She shot through it and a Hunter lost its balance and crumpled to the ground below.
Three tongues flew towards them simultaneously, Aaron gasped as one hooked his right arm. Jocelyn reached for a backpack, but was pulled back by a second tongue around her ankle before she could get it and Daphne, still hanging from the skids, screeched and sliced open the third.
Aaron was pulled from the chopper immediately, but he held on with his left arm, to the arm rest of the pilot seat. Vivian tried to shoot the tongue away, but Aaron was forced to let go and fell out of the helicopter, barely managing to hook his thumb and forefinger around the sling of his Assault Rifle. Daphne was infuriated to find the tongue out of reach and Aaron felt his breath leave him as he began to free-fall.
Daphne coiled up and then sprang outwards, letting go of the vehicle and tackling into Aaron, in mid-air. She cut the tongue mid-flight and then curled into a protective ball around him before they smashed through the plate-glass window of a nearby conference room.
Matt managed to wedge himself into the pilot seat, but Jocelyn was dragged out of the cabin. Vivian shot the tongue and Jocelyn managed to grab onto the landing skids rather than falling to her death. The ground rushed up to meet them, but Matt pulled them out of the nose-dive.
Two of the backpacks slid out of the ajar door as a Hunter landed on the tail boom. It started to claw against it and a crackling could be heard as the automatic engine ignited and then failed. A Smoker reached up and pulled at Jocelyn's leg, but she wouldn't let go, despite the searing pain, thus, lowering the altitude of the already failing chopper.
"We're going to crash!" Matt yelled and the chopper did indeed begin to spiral.
Cooper and the remaining bags slid out of the door, landing hard on the rooftop of a hotel, below a flash of blonde hair was all that he saw before something else caught his attention. The zombies began to back off, and then the roar of a tank filled the air. It picked up a car, below them and threw it, hard, at the helicopter. It went up in flame with Matt, Jocelyn and Vivian still inside, before crashing hard into the streets below. Jillian dropped from the skids right before impact, hitting the ground and curling into a ball, but she couldn't protect herself from the resulting flying debris. Matt and Vivian were enveloped inside of the twisting metal.
A broken, cracking female voice came over the GPS. "You-u-u ha-have reached you have re-reached your desti-tina-destination your destination. Welcome to come to welcome to Cana-Cana-Cana." It then failed.
Okay, so this chapter wasn't very long, I'll give you that, but I felt that the ending was JUST right, and I didn't want to edit out anything. My last exam before summer break is tomorrow, so be sure to wish me luck and whatnot in your reviews. Tell me what you think of the characters. Who is your favourite? Who pisses you off? R&R