This chapter is the full first half of the 4th Survivor section of this fanfiction. It contains the old 4th survivor chapters and a new part of a chapter I'm working on. Reread the old stuff, read the new stuff and review.
Hunk pushed open the metal door and stepped through, bracing himself for anything lunging at him. But nothing did. The closest threat was a blood stained woman in a tank top and shorts swaying back and forth where she stood. There were four more infected in the area, one standing in the far off corner, another on the bridge connected the two halves of the room and the other two stood blocking the only exit.
The tank top wearing zombie didn't even have a chance to react as Hunk's hands wrapped around her and snapped her head around, cracking the bones at the base of her skull and severing her spinal chord. All of her weight dropped into Hunk's arms but rather than dropping her, he lifted her up. By this time, all of the zombies in the room had been alerted of Hunk's presence and started towards him. Hunk bumbled forward, dragging the woman's dead weight with him. The zombie on the bridge made a lunge for Hunk but he whirled the woman's body around and threw it at the zombie on the bridge. The bodies collided and both fell off the bridge to the sewers below. Hunk pressed onwards, kicking aside the two zombies in front of the door, opening it and stepping inside.
The door slammed behind him and the zombies in the other room were no longer important, their threat replaced by the undead in this room. Hunk dodged past the first two without a problem. When the third zombie guarding the door lunged at him, he stepped aside and twisted its arm behind its back. With one hand on its arm, Hunk grabbed the back of the zombie's skull with his free hand and bashed it into the nearest wall. A loud crunch was heard and when its face was pulled away from the concrete wall, it was smashed in and drenched in blood. Throwing the body aside, Hunk dashed out the exit and down the stairwell.
Stepping off the final step, Hunk found himself in sewage yet again. Hunk rounded the corner, coming face to face with a giant spider. It reared itself up, preparing for an attack. Hunk bounded over it only to meet yet another spider. He jumped up, knees rising and crashed down on top of it, squishing the spider. Hunk bounded down through the corridor as the spider lay, twitching. At the end of the hallway, he ascended a ladder, almost feeling happy about leaving the sewer sludge behind.
Popping his head out of the manhole, Hunk saw two Dobermans, each with patches of fur missing, exposing their rotting flesh and deteriorating muscles. As they passed each other they growled and continued pacing back and forth in what appeared to be a canine kennel. When both dogs had their backs to him, Hunk climbed out of the manhole. His MP5 unslung itself and clattered to the ground. As Hunk repositioned it, the dogs turned and ran full speed towards him. The dogs jumped up, lunging for his face. Hunk rolled under them as they collided with the wall. Hunk turned his head and started to run off in the other direction when a third dog rounded the corner and started bounding towards him. The dog leaped up, mouth open and ready to bite, and found his jaw meeting Hunk's combat boot. Before any of the dogs could recover, he was running through the kennel and out the door.
Stepping into this room, the first things Hunk was alerted to were the two zombies lying face down on the ground. He approached the nearest one, staying outside of its reach, and raised his foot above its head. There was a loud crunching sound when the heel of Hunk's boot broke through the zombie's skull. Hunk wiped his boot on the ground and readied himself to take care of the other zombie. He pushed off with his left foot and delivered a running kick to the zombie's head. With a snapping sound, its head broke off its shoulders, landing a foot or so in front of two zombies shambling towards Hunk.
Hunk wrapped his hand around his combat knife, readying himself for the oncoming undead.
Hunk took a step forward. The nearest zombie lunged towards him. Hunk slid his combat knife past its outstretched arms and through its chin into it's skull. He pulled the knife out of it's head and pushed the body past him, but it didn't fall. The zombie wheeled back around, brain apparently still intact, and knocked the knife out of Hunk's hand. It jumped on him, desperately trying to get at fresh meat. Pushing against the zombie's weight, Hunk wrapped his hand across the zombie's face and wrenched it back, breaking it's neck.
Dropping the body, he readied himself for the next ghoul. It lurched forward, as hungry as the one before it. Hunk grabbed it's inside forearms and pushed them outwards, effectly stopping it from moving forward. With a step back, Hunk forced the zombie onto it's knees and then plowed his boot into it's face. Following through, Hunk's boot and the zombie's head hit the ground with a bloody crunch. Scooping up his knife, Hunk ran through the door before the two zombies still behind him could try to get a bite at him.
He stepped out of the doorway into a parking garage. As the door slammed shut, three zombified dogs all turned their heads towards him. They started to run full speed and Hunk narrowly avoided their snapping jaws, jumping on top of the nearest car. In between kicking the dogs off the car, he assesed his situation. His best bet would be to get from car to car to the door at the other side of the parking lot. Hunk gave one of the dogs a nice solid kick and made a run for the closest vehicle. He hopped off the car and sprinted across the lot, keeping the nearest SUV in his sight. He flung himself atop it, just getting away from a set of bloody zombie dog teeth.
Hunk jumped from car to car, the dogs staring up at him, jumping and growling through their drooling, bleeding jaws. At the last car, he slid down the hood and ran as fast as he could to the door, ripping it open and slamming it closed. Two thuds and more growling followed him, but he was safe. From the dogs atleast.
The hallway Hunk found himself in was completely empty except for a piercing cawing sound that echoed throughout the entire place. With his hand wrapped around his knife, he walked through the hallway. At the first corner, Hunk poked his head around and a flock of crows rushed at his face. Keeping his head low, he bolted through the hallway, not wanting to confirm whether or not they were infected.
Birds rushed at him from all directions but, dashing in a zig-zag pattern, he managed to avoid being bitten or even scratched. At the end of the hallway was a stairwell, and none of the birds followed him up. This far without a single problem, no bites, no scratches, and without even sweating. Classic Mr. Death, Hunk thought to himself, ascending the stairs. More growls could be heard from the top of the stairwell and he treaded carefully and quietly.
Another three dogs stood guard here. One turned the corner and the other two were luckily facing the other direction. Hunk rushed towards the closest dog and pounced, kicking it and landing on top of it. With a whelp, the felled dog brought the remaining dogs running. With a small running start, Hunk jumped over the first dog and landed his boot in the last's face. It let out a short wail and Hunk jumped off it and kept running down the hall with all three dogs in pursuit. But, none of them could catch a bite before he slid through the door at the end of the hallway.
Hunk opened up the door and found himself in an office. There was a door off to his right and past that was a zombie in a police uniform staring at him. Both of them started off at the same time, Hunk for the door, the zombie for Hunk.
The zombie narrowly missed Hunk as he walked through the door, finding himself face to face with five more zombies scattered about the room. Tired from all of the running from the birds and dogs, Hunk snaked his way through the office, avoiding fighting the zombies. He shoved past the two blocking the blue double doors and exited the room.
It had appeared as if he had ran out of the frying pan and into the fire. Six more zombies were in this room, encircling him. Hunk drew his combat knife with lightning speed and stabbed it into the skull of the zombie directly in front of him. Before dead weight caught it and it dropped, Hunk grabbed it by the lapel and flung it towards the three zombies blocking the closest door. All of them were caught off balance and Hunk opened the door a crack and slid through.