The first of the infected came into view, a woman about 5'3, blonde hair, missing half her face with blood covering her clothes.
Deep breath, exhale slowly and squeeze the trigger, don't pull it, it's not your dick. Chuckling to himself as he pulls off a nice head shot. He searches for his next target, a fairly tall man 6'4 at least. Aims just between the eyes, leads the target and squeezes the trigger...perfect head shot. Seamus proceeds to grab a Molotov, light the rag, take a deep breath I'm gonna enjoy this, and throws it right in the path of the infected.
A good portion die from that well placed Molotov and he grabs two pipe bombs, lights a match and lights the fuses together. Search for the big groups he tells himself, there to the right, toss 'em both and enjoy the show. He does so and takes out about 50 and wounds another 20. Chuckling he grabs the M14 and empties the magazine into the thick of the hoard. When the mag empties he drops it for the M16, and doesn't even bother looking down the sights, just fires at everything. He reloads and empties another 10 magazines and 360 rounds down there's just enough left for the Uzi to deal with. He drops the M16 while picking up the Uzi, "You sick mother Fuckers HUNGRY HUH? WELL COME AND GET SOME!" and proceeds to empty the magazine into the remains of the hoard. Reloads twice, empties both magazines and takes out the LAR Grizzly. First kill, an Asian man in an expensive looking suit, "Too damn bad that suit couldn't save your sorry ass." and shoots him twice, once in the chest to slow him down and again in the head to keep him down. Next kill, a heavyset White man, dressed like a bus driver, shot once in the head. Third, a Police Officer "Tough luck, fuck nut." Shot three times, once in the leg, once in the stomach and once in the head. Fourth, an old woman possibly a grandmother, pistol whipped twice to back her up then shot through the face making a mess. Rather than reload he grabs his knife from it's holster and stabs one infected through the forehead and another through her left eye "Such a shame...you only had the one as well." He then grabs the fire ax and chops through the last thirteen zombies each kill more gruesome than the last. Starting with a simple decapitation and ending with using the spike to stab the dead bastard in the crotch and then drag it 10 feet and start chopping it up, starting at the feet.
Panting and tired he walks over to his tent and takes it down as it "Smells like dead Mo' fuckers now."
He proceeds to pack up everything and anything he can find that's useful. Goddamn it, fucking cock sucking shit, I ain't making it back home tonight. No fucking way am I travelling at night, not with those fucking freaks out here. So he decided to try to find an apartment building or something along those lines.
After 10 city blocks, he found a suitable apartment building. Three stories high and encompassing an entire block, Hmmm...maybe it's a Project or some such bullshit. Nevertheless he entered the building through a destroyed set of double doors and looked back from whence he came. A four lane street, sidewalks about five feet wide, trees every ten steps, non-functional street lights and johnny pumps, and bodies in the gutters. "What a wonderful world, death, destruction, chaos, and neglect. Reminds me of my childhood." He reminisces with a wry smile and pain in his eyes.
He draws his .45 Winchester and a flashlight, using the Harries Technique to aim both in the same direction. He proceeds to kick open a door to check the room usually occupied by a manager or possibly a security guard given all the monitors. He walks out and to the front desk after ensuring there was nothing but dust bunnies and old papers in the room. "Hello, concierge I was wondering if you may have a room available for a tired customer," He chuckles while ringing the bell. "Oh, room 328 is available? I'll take that one and maybe that bottle of champagne as well." Seamus smirks to himself, happy with his find. May as well treat myself to a good time, maybe the water still runs here after all there do seem to be some backup generators out back. He thinks while looking out the window, " Maybe I still got the magic touch, like with the ladies." he smirks.
Going out back to check the generators he notices that the back yard is blocked off by fifteen foot walls and that he can turn on the generators without needing to worry about unwelcome visitors. He turns them on after seeing they all had full fuel gauges and about fifty extra fuel drums around. With that done he flips the mains breaker and lights up the hotel, and proceeds to his room. Unaware of the possible guests he may have startled.
A.N. Sorry for not updating for a while but my computer broke down and I just couldn't write for FF for a time. But I'm back and I do apologize for the short chapter but it's the best I could do for this chapter without going overboard and coming up next 'Unwelcome Visitors'. R&R if you wish.