I felt like, I had sat there for over 40 minutes.. waiting for them to
show. But it really was only 4 minutes. I scarcely heard foot steps echo
through the halls, and into my room. They sounded as if they were running.
I knew zombies couldn't run. Well, atleast not the human ones. I tried to
stand up, but found my legs jiggle with weakness but, I managed. I then
screamed out for help. But my words didn't come out like they use to. It
must be since I hadn't talked almost at all for the past few days. It came
out, groggy, tired, and sorta angry sound. I heard them stop, when they
heard me. I slowly walked to the door. And had seem them open it with the
flash lights of their guns blinding my sights, unabled to see, I put my
hand in front of my eyes to cover the light. As they all encircled me.
That's when they started with the questions.
"Who are you? And what is your Social Security number." The Man infront of me asked. he raised his gun and pointed it in a threatening way. I squenched my eyes, for they still didn't dialate from the brightness. As I opened my mouth to speak, but I felt more like being hostage than safe. I frowned inside me but showed relief on the outside of me.
"I'm... Milna.. Milna Anderson, and its 425-32-7686" I said shakely and fearfully. I coulda swore, I swore I heard one of them whisper a giggle to another one, I had no clue what could be so funny in this situation. I heard one of them yell some more questions, and orders. I saw the guy left of me type something in, and gave the guy infront of me a thumbs up. Then the guy right of me spoke.
"Alright, are there any other survivors? and would you please turn on the safety on your guns. your not experienced enough to be using those." not experienced? I use to go to a target range and get the bullseye quite frequently. But I didn't want to get on the bad side of these men.
The man released a kink from his gone demanding me to do it or seemed like a threat of death if I didn't obey.
I turned on the safety and opened my mouth to speak.
"No I'm the only one left, and are you here to save me?" I asked hoping for a good answer. Then I saw them turn the heads to eachother. I thought I overheard the word, witness, but I truely wasn't sure. I sighed waiting for their answer. Then one of them finally spoke.
"Alright, we'll save you. But we need to reach the basement first, and your going to have to come along." I didn't like these words coming from his mouth behind that mask which only showed his eyes. I saw the umbrella symbol on of their jackets..... I got scared for a second, but it didn't matter they will save me. And that is all that really matters. I sighed once more, I may have been wrong about before that the sigh was my last. I then continued behind the 6 guys and one women, as we traveled down stairs to the 3rd floor. Once again my heart raced against the seconds it naturally was suppose to go. I was behind all 7 of these people. What if something attacked from behind? I thought this and caught up quickly and tried to stay in the middle of them. Then we reached the bottom of the flight of stairs. I scarcely looked out the window remembering that helicopter from earlier. I was going to say something to those 7 but I decided to keep it to myself. They all stopped and saw the previous 3 zombies I shot. "It seems as if, You killed these 3" I stopped horrified. 3????? I killed 4 down this hall, and one by that door. I quickly spoke up.
"Oh no, carefull I shot 4 down earlier. It must be up walking around somewhere." I said shakely as one of the men put his hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me.
"It's alright" he said with his clear sharp voice with no fear. I didn't reply, I just stared at the ground thumbing my safety button incase if I needed it.
The the zombie came around the corner as those 7 men quickly waisted it. Weighing it down with mass amounts of lead. The zombie fell to the ground. With its body ripped in half and bleeding all over the ground. Those bullets had perfectly ripped his body in half. I closed my eyes at the nasty sight. and murmered. " oh my god.... oh my god..." As i noticed that use to be one of my close friends. The Squad leader walked over the dead corpse. He was a bearded man, with a scar over his eye. He seemed to have good idea of what he is doing. I dont know his name yet. Then Smith, Which is what they kept calling him, walked over the dead corpse. He was Black and very dark skinned at that, but smoked almost 24/7 so far. Then Trez walked over, he was a young man in his twenty twos or around there, and he was tanned, but european race. Then there was Sam, also known as Samantha. She didn't ever talk much. Just obeyed. She was Mexican, I think. Then Another guy, Yal walked over. He is the one that touched my shoulder. He looked like a kind guy. Then Wack Jack, I dont know his story. He looked completely psycho in my eyes. He never seemed to blink, and he had piercings on his lips, eyelids, and ear. Then I walked over quickly, not slowly like the others. as we all waited for Earl. He had the laptop before, punching in my Social security code. My eyes widened as I yelled," LOOK OUT!!" THe top half of the zombie was moving, And grabbed earl's leg. earl fell on the ground as 5 zombies came down the hall on our side. those 6 were busy firing at the new 5 zombies instead of their partner. I turned off my safety and shot the zombie that bit him, straight in the head. It stopped biting Earl. But Earl didn't move. I looked closer. I took off his mask, but found his neck had ben bitten. And he died from blood loss. I let out a frown of sadness and pity for the guy. I felt someone grab my hair hard, while he spun me around to face him.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU DAMMIT, TO KEEP THE SAFETY ON!!" Yelled the squad leader.
"You said turn it on, but you never said keep it on." I said fearful of getting hurt. His grip on my hair got tighter as I let out a gasp, and I tried to pry off his hands from my hair.
"Don't get smart with me bitch, we didn't have to save you. Now turn it on and keep it on. Get my Drift?" He said in a angry voice. I could see his veins popping and rising from his neck. I simply sighed.. and didn't argue.
"Alright..." I said as they pushed foward and we met the other end of the hall where the stairs led downward. I closed my eyes, hoping I would end up out of here Alright.
"Who are you? And what is your Social Security number." The Man infront of me asked. he raised his gun and pointed it in a threatening way. I squenched my eyes, for they still didn't dialate from the brightness. As I opened my mouth to speak, but I felt more like being hostage than safe. I frowned inside me but showed relief on the outside of me.
"I'm... Milna.. Milna Anderson, and its 425-32-7686" I said shakely and fearfully. I coulda swore, I swore I heard one of them whisper a giggle to another one, I had no clue what could be so funny in this situation. I heard one of them yell some more questions, and orders. I saw the guy left of me type something in, and gave the guy infront of me a thumbs up. Then the guy right of me spoke.
"Alright, are there any other survivors? and would you please turn on the safety on your guns. your not experienced enough to be using those." not experienced? I use to go to a target range and get the bullseye quite frequently. But I didn't want to get on the bad side of these men.
The man released a kink from his gone demanding me to do it or seemed like a threat of death if I didn't obey.
I turned on the safety and opened my mouth to speak.
"No I'm the only one left, and are you here to save me?" I asked hoping for a good answer. Then I saw them turn the heads to eachother. I thought I overheard the word, witness, but I truely wasn't sure. I sighed waiting for their answer. Then one of them finally spoke.
"Alright, we'll save you. But we need to reach the basement first, and your going to have to come along." I didn't like these words coming from his mouth behind that mask which only showed his eyes. I saw the umbrella symbol on of their jackets..... I got scared for a second, but it didn't matter they will save me. And that is all that really matters. I sighed once more, I may have been wrong about before that the sigh was my last. I then continued behind the 6 guys and one women, as we traveled down stairs to the 3rd floor. Once again my heart raced against the seconds it naturally was suppose to go. I was behind all 7 of these people. What if something attacked from behind? I thought this and caught up quickly and tried to stay in the middle of them. Then we reached the bottom of the flight of stairs. I scarcely looked out the window remembering that helicopter from earlier. I was going to say something to those 7 but I decided to keep it to myself. They all stopped and saw the previous 3 zombies I shot. "It seems as if, You killed these 3" I stopped horrified. 3????? I killed 4 down this hall, and one by that door. I quickly spoke up.
"Oh no, carefull I shot 4 down earlier. It must be up walking around somewhere." I said shakely as one of the men put his hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me.
"It's alright" he said with his clear sharp voice with no fear. I didn't reply, I just stared at the ground thumbing my safety button incase if I needed it.
The the zombie came around the corner as those 7 men quickly waisted it. Weighing it down with mass amounts of lead. The zombie fell to the ground. With its body ripped in half and bleeding all over the ground. Those bullets had perfectly ripped his body in half. I closed my eyes at the nasty sight. and murmered. " oh my god.... oh my god..." As i noticed that use to be one of my close friends. The Squad leader walked over the dead corpse. He was a bearded man, with a scar over his eye. He seemed to have good idea of what he is doing. I dont know his name yet. Then Smith, Which is what they kept calling him, walked over the dead corpse. He was Black and very dark skinned at that, but smoked almost 24/7 so far. Then Trez walked over, he was a young man in his twenty twos or around there, and he was tanned, but european race. Then there was Sam, also known as Samantha. She didn't ever talk much. Just obeyed. She was Mexican, I think. Then Another guy, Yal walked over. He is the one that touched my shoulder. He looked like a kind guy. Then Wack Jack, I dont know his story. He looked completely psycho in my eyes. He never seemed to blink, and he had piercings on his lips, eyelids, and ear. Then I walked over quickly, not slowly like the others. as we all waited for Earl. He had the laptop before, punching in my Social security code. My eyes widened as I yelled," LOOK OUT!!" THe top half of the zombie was moving, And grabbed earl's leg. earl fell on the ground as 5 zombies came down the hall on our side. those 6 were busy firing at the new 5 zombies instead of their partner. I turned off my safety and shot the zombie that bit him, straight in the head. It stopped biting Earl. But Earl didn't move. I looked closer. I took off his mask, but found his neck had ben bitten. And he died from blood loss. I let out a frown of sadness and pity for the guy. I felt someone grab my hair hard, while he spun me around to face him.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU DAMMIT, TO KEEP THE SAFETY ON!!" Yelled the squad leader.
"You said turn it on, but you never said keep it on." I said fearful of getting hurt. His grip on my hair got tighter as I let out a gasp, and I tried to pry off his hands from my hair.
"Don't get smart with me bitch, we didn't have to save you. Now turn it on and keep it on. Get my Drift?" He said in a angry voice. I could see his veins popping and rising from his neck. I simply sighed.. and didn't argue.
"Alright..." I said as they pushed foward and we met the other end of the hall where the stairs led downward. I closed my eyes, hoping I would end up out of here Alright.