Sorry for the delay! I got grounded. Anyway we're on to chapter 2. Let's see what happens…
Chapter Two
The zombie stumbled towards Shauntell speedily, causing the athlete to flinch back. He withdrew his semi-automatic pistol and fired directly into the creature's center of mass. The zombie stumbled backwards, but quickly began walking towards Shauntell once more. Shauntell began firing more shots, but none seemed to do damage. What had allowed him to kill that zombie the day before?
Suddenly, a loud BOOM was heard and the zombie's head subsequently disappeared. Shauntell looked over to see Abigail wielding a shotgun. She turned back towards the door and began sighting another target. Shauntell quickly began figuring out how this worked. Though he did not understand the concept behind it, he realized that only shooting the head would kill a zombie.
He looked at the door to see at least eight undead beings stumbling through the door. He raised his pistol and fired two shots into one. Both hit the zombie's forehead, and it dropped to the tiled floor without another move. Confident that his theory was correct, he began picking off his adversaries with precision shots.
Shauntell's companions also were figuring this concept out. Yvonne and Sydney were a tough tandem to handle, as Yvonne's trigger happy style was balanced out by Sydeny's passive, patient handle. Nick and Monroe preferred closer combat with a machete, though they were careful not to get too close.
Tony used a semi-automatic rifle with shocking efficiency, making one shot kills of any zombie in his line of fire. Bailey and Lauren shot with efficiency, both in terms of ammo conservation and kills, though this was to be expected of two huntresses like themselves. Then there was Abigail. With a sadistic gleam in her eye, she and her "Boom stick" took out everything but her own self. But all together, it was a working, cohesive, and effective unit.
However the walking dead were not fazed by this efficient killing machine. They kept stumbling in, devoid of all thought but a primal and carnivoric hunger. Their numbers seemed to multiply by each passing minute. Nick and Monroe quickly ran back to the safety of the barricade. Abigail's shotgun began ringing out more and more, but each shot seemed to bring more zombies.
Suddenly, a scream rang out from another one of the groups. Soon, another scream emanated from another portion of the building. Shauntell began to get anxious, and he began to search for an alternate exit. He saw a hallway to his left, and saw that it was clear of members of the undead.
"Hey! We have to get out of here!" He yelled over the sound of gunfire,"Over here! Hurry!" Without question, everyone followed him through a crowd of dead bodies. They ran into the hallway, and Nick slammed the door shut behind them.
"Bailey!" Shauntell started quickly, "Is there a way to the roof? Or a fire exit or anything we can use to get out of here?"
"I think there's a back exit at the end of the hall." The exhausted girl stated.
"Well what good does that do us? There'll only be more zombies out there." Tony said wearily.
"There's a forest not far from here. We could camp out there for the night then come back and use the radio to find out what's going on tomorrow." Lauren said wisely.
"I'd agree with that plan. But we're going to have to have hard sprint to the forest" Monroe said.
"Alright then let's do it" Sydney said, hastily running to the door. Everyone followed, and gathered behind the door. Sydney asserted herself to point, then flung the door open and sprinted for her life. Everyone followed suit, and they were soon running past the ranks of the living dead.
Shauntell soon found himself in front, as he was easily the fastest. After about a minute, he began to slow down. He was well beyond the immediate danger that was in the town. After about another minute, all of his friends were joining him. They quickly walked across the remaining distance to the forest without any disturbances.
As they arrived to the outskirts of the woods exhausted. Monroe laid down the moment they arrived. They had covered around half-a-mile in around five minutes, so everyone was tired. But, they still were in bad territory. Some zombies could've seen them run and followed. Whatever the situation, they had to be alert.
"Nick, you take guard for now" Shauntell said, "After about an hour, wake me up."
"Got it" He responded tirelessly. Shauntell curled up under his jacket and drifted off to sleep. Not long after, he was jolted awake by the crack of gunfire. Groggily, he rose and looked around. Nick had his rifle leveled and fired another round.
"What's going on?" Shauntell asked
"See for yourself" Nick responded simply. Shauntell looked over to the hills that his friend was indicating to. At first it seemed as if the hills were moving. But Shauntell quickly realized that it was an army of undead souls marching for them. He fully awoke and ran for a rifle.
"EVERBODY GET UP!! EVERYBODY GET UP!!" he screamed. Everyone awoke slowly, but all soon were scrambling for weapons. Though all knew their effort was futile, they shot anyway. They turned to run into the forest, but the dead were soon slouching towards them through the tree line. With no where to run or hide, a few of the group dropped their weapons and began praying. Shauntell was among them, feeling mortal fear for the first time in his life.
Suddenly, the hills erupted into a mass of flaming body parts and rubble. Sniper shots rang out as the dead were cut down in massive amounts. Another explosion erupted behind them in the forest. A hail of bullets continued to pelt the undead forces until just a mound of burning bodies was left.
Shauntell was shocked. In a matter of minutes, what seemed like the apocalypse had reversed itself. He looked around at what could've created such a miracle. He found it in the form of a small group of people walking out from the burning woods. In the front was a girl with orange hair, a thin body, and a rocket launcher on her shoulder. To her left was a man with curly blond hair, cerulean eyes, and a muscular build. To their right was another man who had brown hair, brown eyes, and a wiry frame.
Shauntell could think of only one thing to ask:
"Who are you guys?"
The response:
"Your saviors"
