Sorry about all italics last chapter, I don't know why it did that. I only had one review when I wrote this (Thanks for it, btw. xD) so if you don't like it or really like it, please review it! I love any helpful tips. Also, can someone tell me how to put a diving line (not just using the underscore button)?
I looked at the other survivors. "What are we going to do?" I screamed.
"Shoot it and run, obviously." Nick said.
"With my invisible gun? Okay," I said sarcastically.
"This isn't the time for this, we got a killing machine heading straight towards us!" he replied.
"Hey, hey. No need for fighting ya'll. Here, take this," Ellis said handing a brown and black gun to me. I really don't know much about guns, except that you pull the trigger to get the bullets out. I didn't think I needed the knowledge before all of this happened. Before my sister- tears rose to my eyes. No, I couldn't think about her now. That was the past, and you didn't need to think about the past when and huge zombie monster was chasing after us.
"I'll say when to start shooting," Nick said. He looked closely at the Tank. "Three, two," everyone cocked their guns. "Shoot!" he shouted, and we did. Bullets went flying everywhere, some even bouncing off of the Tank. I swear, if I didn't use the bathroom earlier, I would have peed my pants. The thing looked like a gaint ape, using it's arms to propel itself further at us. Even his face looked ape like. I saw one of my bullets hit the monster in the eye.
"Yeah! Woo! I am awesome!" I shouted over it's yelling.
"Don't get so worked up about it," Nick replied. I glared at him. He was really starting to get on my nerves. Just then the Tank threw a yellow car at us, hitting Rochelle back about 20 feet.
"Ro!" Coach yelled. Still shooting at the thing, Coach jogged over to Rochelle to help her up. Not paying attention to what the Tank was doing, I looked back at them. Coach was slowly getting her up, but she didn't look good.
"You okay?" I asked Rochelle. Without looking up, she nodded and brushed her pink shirt off. Still nodding, she looked up. But something looked wrong. Her eyes got wide and she opened her mouth like the was going to say something, but then I heard the ground tear once more. The Tank yelled louder than I've ever heard it yell. And that's when I blacked out.
"Oh shit man, oh shit!" I heard Ellis say as I opened my eyes slowly. The Tank was only a few feet away from me, dead. It's massive body took up a lot of room on the abandoned street. It looked even bigger this close. They just killed it a few seconds ago, I could tell because the flesh still moved a little bit when somebody stepped near it, and all of it's blood was bright red and still running down the side of it's huge arms. Rochelle was in front of me, checking for major wounds and patching up the others while Coach was healing Nick's injuries.
"Hey, guys! She's awake!" Rochelle said, looking up from a large, bloody spot that she was healing. I winced. Coach jogged towards me. Nick still sat there, looking over at me. Ellis' head popped up from his view of the ground.
"You gave us a little scare, sweetie." Coach said. I tried to sit up. It felt like there were a thousand bricks on my body. "No, no, no. You can't move now. You're too hurt."
"What happened?" I said, planting my hand on my head. Somehow I thought that would make it hurt less.
"Well," Ellis started, "while you were gazin' over there at Nick, and clearly not payin' no attention to that Tank over there," he nodded his head over to the Tank's dead body, "the Tank decided to throw-" Ellis was cut off by a large, gooey, rope-like thing being wrapped around him. It started pulling him back toward an obanded FedEx truck. "No!" he screamed.
"Ellis!" Rochelle said, getting up quickly with her gun in her hand and running over to where Ellis was being pulled. I watched as Coach jumped up also, shooting over toward a large area of smoke. Tears came into my eyes as I recalled the last couple of days. I looked over at Nick, who was also sitting on the ground a few feet away from me.
"Things are crazy here. This is what it's like on a regular basis. If you can't forget about the past, you're gunna die fast," he said. I sighed. His blue eyes looked me over as I sat there, drawing random lines in the ground with a near by stick. The tears started comming faster and faster, and before I knew it, I was sobbing. "Hey," he said, "don't get worked up about it. We've all been through shit, you just have to move on and survive. I know you miss them, but I can't say that I know how you feel. I never had close family or relationships," he scooted closer to me and patted my hand.
"Smoker-" Coach said, interupting our moment. I quickly took my hand away and Nick did the same.
"Uhh," Rochelle said, half laughing, "were we interupting something?" Ellis' face turned red and he looked away. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, and I got up slowly.
"How 'bout we get a move on before more of those things come?" I said.