Chapter 2- New Flesh.

Days went and past as we wandered the infected city. Stabbing, burning and shooting more zombies then I could count. We found some guns along the way. Some were hidden behind the bars of pubs, and some were in plain sight lying on the ground. That was a good sign. That means there were people around, maybe the army, putting guns and ammo around for other survivors.
Right?
Well, you don't turn down a good thing. So picking up our new weapons we trucked on. Zac now had double handed pistols as well as the ninja sword. I had an assault rifle and a desert eagle. Emma grabbed an AK-47 and an army knife for close combat.
"Gurl, you look so bad ass right now." I commented as she aimed down her sight.
Emma winked at me as we shared a giggle. I rolled round my backpack and looked at Cubey who was tucked neatly inside. I was surprised I had made it this far without him being covered in blood by now. I gave him a quick smile and zipped back up the bag.
"Hey guys…" Called Zac from over the street. He was doing some scouting around the alleys. He had a serious look on his face. He waved at us signalling us to come over.
Emma and I shared a look and hurried over to Zac. We moved down a dark slit in between two shops. Zac grabbed a metal emergency stair case and rolled down the ladder. We slowly and quietly moved our way up, before pulling the ladder up after us. Zac looked at us and put a finger to his lips signalling us to be quiet. We nodded in response.
We moved into the building the emergency exit was connected to. Zac moved up the flight of spiral stairs. Emma and I followed close behind. On the way I saw the some infected sliced and cut up. Looks like there were some in here doing whatever zombies do.
'Looks like Zac sure CUT them down to size…' I smiled at the pun. That was terrible. Emma was looking back at me smiling curiously at what I was smirking at. I grinned and made a motion with my hand saying I'll tell her later.
Zac opened a door at the top of the stair case. Wind blew the hair that was sticking out of my beanie. We were on the roof. I looked around over the roof tops. You could almost mistake it for a normal day before for it all went to shit. Zac waved at us to come over by the ledge. He was crouched down just under the wall. Both Emma and I moved over with him copying him, crouching. He put two fingers up and flicked them at the wall. I looked over and peered down on the blood covered street below. My eyes widened. There, walking down the street looking around for something was a band of survivors. There were four of them in total. A large black guy with an axe moved down looking around. He had what looked like a shotgun tossed around his back. I couldn't tell from the height. He was wearing a purple and yellow shirt with plain jeans. Next to him in the line was a young man. Possibly 19-21. He wore blue over all's with the top tied around his waist and a yellowish shirt with something written on it. He had a blue trucker cap, which for some reason I wanted to wear badly. You could see parts of a blue tattoo on his arm. He almost bounced down the street, with a rife that looked a lot like my own. Next to him was a middle aged man carrying double pistols in a white suit. Rather strange even for an apocalypse. I had a little day dream on him walking outside to see all of the undead. He gasped. 'Zombies! Wait.' Then running inside for five minutes before coming back out wearing the suit. 'I better look fabulous for you rotting bastards.'
Oh I tried so hard not to giggle my ass off at the day dream. Clamping my hand around my mouth, feeling both Emma and Zac look at me, I drifted my eyes along to the last member of the group. A dark skinned woman with her dark hair tied up in a ponytail. She had large hoop earrings. She was carrying something that looked like a pump action shottie. They all seemed to be looking for something.
I moved back down the wall and talked in a hush voice to Zac.
"Are these friends or foes?" I asked.
Zac shook his head.
"I don't know. I was down there when I heard voices. I'm sure one of them saw me as I darted away back to you guys."
I looked back over, eyeing them all. They must be looking for Zac. I remember the talk I had with Emma and Zac about if we find others. I said that an apocalypse can do things to you. Anyone we come past might be a little bit too friendly with his gun. I remember watching The Walking Dead back in England and about how they said that you need to fear the living as much as the dead.
Coming back from the memory I saw something moving on the other roof away from me. Looking up I saw some of those Hunters. He was stalking the team, not noticing us. He was down low being as quiet as anything. I watched it closely.
The young man with the cap slowed down from the group a bit. He must have seen something while passing by. He moved back from the group to get a closer look. The Hunter turned himself to the man. Crouching down low, the Hunter picked up the back of his legs and kicked off, screeching at the man. Surprised the group and the man turned to the flying infected. The man yelled in shock as the zombie collided with him sending him back behind a broken down car, away from fire but in front of us. Reacting quickly I stood up and whipped round my gun and aimed down the sight. Zac and Emma rolled back away from me surprised by my sudden movement. I took a breath and shot the Hunter in the chest sending him off the man, but not dead. The man crawled back away from the car in view of his group who were rushing towards him. Keeping my eye on the zombie, he looked up at me with a snarl. I pulled the trigger and sent a bullet through the air and into his brain. He fell with a spray of blood.
I looked down from my gun and to the group. The black guy and the woman were helping the young man up, the man in the suit was looking at me. He quickly pointed his pistols at me. Ready to take a shot.