Weapon Of Choice

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On a side note, this is my first action chapter. Not a whole lot of story, just a descriptive fight scene. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3: One Tank, One Hundred Infected

Oh boy. Right after I told the group about my life before this outbreak, a Tank ripped open the door to my vault. Well, here's how we handled it.

The Tank stampeded into the vault. It was barely big enough for all six of us; that is, me, Bill's group, and the Tank. Francis made the mistake of shooting it. That made him a target. It turned toward him, the rest of us sliding away from Francis. Before we could say, "Watch Out!" the tank was on him. We all ran out of the vault, horrified at the sight of the Tank pummeling our foulmouthed friend to a pulp.

Soon, I hear Bill shout, "Damn it, shoot the thing!"

And so they did. Zoey shot with her pistols, Bill with his shotgun, and Louis with his machine gun. As you could predict, the monster was now madder at us than at Francis. It squeezed through the gaping hole in the vault and came full speed at us. Now, Francis was shooting with his pistol, too. We thought we had it, until it knocked Bill to the side. It picked up the vault door, and was ready to throw it at us. We wouldn't survive that.

"Get outside!" shouted Zoey. It was a smart idea. We have a better chance in an open area. So we filed out of the room, making sure the monster's attention was on us. There was no way the three of us could survive, especially when I didn't have my sword.

"I'll be back!" I told to the group, running back inside the bank. I needed my sword if we were going to kill this thing.

"Take these!" she shouted, tossing a First Aid Kit my way. Zoey really was a smart girl. We needed Bill and Francis in this fight, too.

I ran into the vault, rummaging through my massive pile of junk to find my sword. I finally get it.

"Little help, Cody?" asked Francis. I saw blood in his mouth; would the First Aid really help him?

I patched up what I could, but I'm no doctor. He was limping on one leg and was still in a bad condition, but he would make it through this fight if he stayed with the group. I gave him his gun back, and he stumbled out to Zoey and Louis. Now there was the matter of Bill. I kept the painkillers from the kit, because they seemed out of place. Later I found out that's where they kept them when they found them. I gave some to Bill, and he stood up.

"Ugh... thanks," mutters Bill, picking up his shotgun and following Francis. As I headed back, I gave Francis the rest of the bottle. Now we were all pretty ready to fight. At this point, Zoey and Louis had reached the roof. Unfortunately, it seemed as though the Tank had destroyed the fire escape. I see Francis throw a bottle at it. Soon, the Tank is engulfed in flames. How could it possibly survive that?

"Haha! Burn, mother--!" Francis stopped. He saw the Tank running at us yet again. "How tough are these bastards?"

Bill, Francis and I were circling the building, trying to find a way up without going inside, while simultaneously shooting at the Tank. At one point, the Tank stumbled from a shot to the head. So that's where it's weak! I ran up with my sword, making sure not to get in the line of fire, and I jumped as high as I could. I only ended up on the Tank's arm.

"What the hell are you doing, Cody?" shouted Bill.

My plan didn't quite work. I still tried hacking at its face, but it shook me off like a fly. Now I was apart from the group. The Tank realized this, too. It came running across the street at me. It knocked everything else out of its way. When it was twenty feet away, I realized that one of the cars on the curb had the lights on. If the Tank hit that, it would activate the alarm, which means even more monsters. When it was ten feet away, I saw everyone begin aiming for its head. At five feet, it lurched to one side. Was it dead? It was at the car. It stopped running.

"We made it!" I screamed to the group. Then the Tank stumbled forward and fell on the car.

"God dammit!" shouted Bill.

"Everyone, on the roof now!" ordered Zoey. I ran across to the door of the building and the three of us ran inside. It was pitch black, which is bad for us. Suddenly, we hear moaning and crying. Another survivor?

"Hello?" I yelled. There was an echo.

Bill pulled me close. "Don't make a damn peep, understand?" he whispered angrily into my ear.

"Why?" I whispered back. "Someone in this building is still alive!"

"No, it's a--" Bill couldn't finish his sentence. Infected were tearing down the doors. "Just run upstairs!"

I followed Bill's demand and ran to the attic. Now it was really dark. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I turned my flashlight on, only to find a Boomer staring back at me. I pushed him back and threw my sword at him. He was nothing but goo. Soon, I heard Infected screaming. But I also heard something else. A different scream. One more bloodcurdling than anything I've heard these past weeks.

"Damn it, Francis!" I heard Bill scream. Soon, Francis is screaming Bloody Murder too. I had to run down and see what was happening.

There was a female zombie standing over Francis. It had strange claws for fingers, and it was very mad at us. Bill was treating it as his first priority. Together, we brought it down like nothing. I ran up to help Francis off the ground.

"Thanks, man," he says quickly before returning to the Infected chewing on the doors. I looked at the Witch. Her face looked familiar. Then I realized that she was wearing a necklace. No, it couldn't be. I didn't want to face it. But sure enough, it was the same necklace I got for my wife on our eighth Anniversary.

"Not her..." I was getting angry, but not at anything specific, just everything in general. "Not my wife..." Francis was getting constricted by a Smoker. "Not my wife, you bastards!" I screamed. I ran to the door and chopped it down. I was trying to fight all of the zombies on my own, even though I just had my sword. I wanted to take all of their lives, like they took hers. I was being stupid, sure, but I was angry.

Then I got pounced by a Hunter. When Bill pushed him off me and shouted, "Get up, Cody!" I snapped back to reality. I ran into the attic and got up with Zoey and Louis. Soon, the other followed. We picked off the infected that ran up to us and made it through the horde.

"That was too damn close," said Francis. He was taking shallow breaths.

"I need to heal you guys," said Zoey, and so she did. She did a much better job than I did.

"We need to find a safe house, and fast," suggested Louis.

"No objections here," Bill said.

"We could head back where we were before we met Cody," planned Zoey.

"Good idea," Bill agreed. "Let's roll."

We didn't have much trouble getting back to their safe house. They did most of the work, since I didn't have a gun yet. We finally made it back, and Zoey quickly boarded up the doors.

"Now could you tell me what kind of superhero bullcrap you were trying to pull back there?" Bill was obviously mad at me.

"That Witch... it was my wife. She was wearing the necklace I got her."

"Oh God... I-- I'm so sorry..." Bill seemed to be regretting yelling at me.

"Don't pity me. She's one of them now. We need to put this behind us and continue the mission." Besides, she's in a better place now.

"Good point. We'll rest up tonight." Bill looked at Francis. "Tomorrow, you will show us where the prison is."

Phew! That took me a couple hours to write. So, as usual, I hope you enjoyed it, Rate and Review, and don't forget to check back soon for the next thrilling chapter of Weapon of Choice!