Author's Note: Okay, I really lied about there not being many deaths in this story. In the end, there will only be three survivors, but they will be selected by a random generator, and even I don't know what will happen. Also, in a week or so, I will be starting a new fanfiction called 'The Bounty Hunt.' It will be a bit like Contest (by Matt Reilly) and the new Predators movie. It will be a Crossover between Misc. Books and Aliens/Predator. Now, to reveal the hideout and the last of the beginning group!
Jackson Tores stumbled through the mud on the side of the road. Jackson was 13, and was around 5'4 and had short brown hair and brown eyes. Jackson wore his old school uniform, which was a shirt with a crest on it, khaki pants (covered in mud), and some old tennis shoes he had found. Jackson had been separated from his family when the infection had hit, and had been hiding out in the school until a few minutes ago.
When the Infection had started, Jackson was pounced by a Hunter in his school, and nobody was there to help him. He finally managed to kill it, but now he was left alone and was stumbling through the streets, looking for other people. Suddenly, in the distance, he heard shots. He started to run.
Jackson came around the corner and witnessed a conversation between a bunch of people.
"Never heard that theory before." said a man who looked a bit like the leader of the group. "Anybody here have an actual base of operations? Tallie, Ken, and I have a small safe room, but it's not big enough for seven people."
'Okay, so they just met.' thought Jackson.
"I've been hiding out among the streets." muttered a Portuguese man.
"Same with me." said the man holding the P90 and the tire iron.
"Well, we have a whole building we have barricaded against the Infected. I suggest we go there now." said the guy holding the war horn. He motioned for the others to follow, and they started to walk away. Jackson jumped out from his hiding place.
"Wait!" he yelled.
"What the fuck?" said Austin, as he turned around. "Where'd you come from?"
"Uh, I kind of listened in on your conversation." muttered Jackson. "I'm Jackson."
"Huh. Well, I'm Austin, and this is Ken, Tallie, Cliff, Wolf, Max, and Mila. But you'd better not sneak up on us again…" said Austin, cracking his knuckles. Jackson gulped.
About twenty minutes later, the eight survivors turned the corner to stand in awe in front of a giant, patched-up, worn, black building. It was barricaded everywhere, with a large turret mounted out of a window on the second floor. Max walked up to the giant metal slab of a door, and tapped seven numbers into the keypad.
"The combination is 1-2-3-4-5-6-7." said Max.
"Max!" yelled Mila.
"Very creative." muttered Austin. Max pushed open the giant metal door. It opened into a big hallway, with broken pieces of wood scattered all over the floor. There were three doors leading out from the hallway: the one of the right led to a room with a huge amount of mattresses and beds, the left led to a giant living room, with a kitchen in the corner. The last door led to the staircase. The living room had guns all over the place, including some of Max's prized possessions: another war horn, a huge samurai sword, a black mask, a small laptop, and what looked like a huge rocket launcher. The kitchen was stocked full with food and drinks, pillaged from the surrounding supermarkets. There was a whole cabinet filled with first aid, adrenaline, and pills. Two defibrillators lay on the counter, and a large assortment of pipe bombs, molotovs, and bile bombs sat on a shelf in the corner. There were a bunch of couches in front of a fireplace.
"Holy Toledo." muttered Cliff.
"Just wait until you see upstairs." said Max, smiling. He walked up the stairs and opened the rickety wooden door at the top. All the walls were blown out, but there was even more food and mattresses up here. But in the corner, next to the window with the giant turret, was Max's favorite possession: a large game system, which could only be Call of Duty 4.
"No freaking way." muttered Jackson.
"Seriously?" asked Wolf.
Downstairs, Mila was showing Tallie the large bedroom. In the corner, Tallie spotted the entrances to two bathrooms and a shower.
"Wow! Running water?" she asked. Mila pointed to the wardrobe next to them, and then motioned to Tallie's muddy and sweaty dress.
"Thanks." said Tallie, and took some clothes out of the wardrobe and went into the first bathroom to change. The wardrobe had all kinds of clothes, not just Mila's and Max's. There were Army uniforms, fancy clothes, and regular teenager wear.
"Most of it we got from the mall." said Mila. Tallie wondered about that. Upstairs, Wolf, Cliff, Jackson, Austin, and Max were still talking about the video game.
"How does that thing get any power?" asked Cliff.
"We made a generator, which provides power for the lights and this baby." said Max, smiling. Cliff nodded.
Ken was sitting on the couch in the living room, taking in her surroundings, when she heard a dull roar. She peered out one of the patched-up windows. A pack of Infected were running by, presumably chasing another survivor, but it was too late to help them now.
Then, one of the Infected saw her. Somehow, it motioned to the others, and then all of them were running toward the black building!
"Guys!" she shouted. "Horde!"
Max looked out the turret window and saw the mass of zombies running toward the building.
"Grab a gun!" he shouted. He tried to push his way to the stairwell, but he accidentally hit Wolf, and Wolf stumbled back into Cliff, who fell backwards onto the stairs. Cliff fell over the railing, landing on the floor below on his arm. A loud crack echoed throughout the house.
"God damnit!" yelled Cliff. Infected slammed into the door, and Ken fired her pistols out through the gap in the huge metal door. Max jumped into the turret, and all hell broke loose.
A Smoker's tongue shot through the window in the stairwell, grabbing Wolf and pulling him through. Austin jumped off the balcony and grabbed Wolf's foot before the zombies could rip him to bits, and pulled him back in.
A Charger slammed into the door, and Max quickly killed it with the turret. More and more Infected came, but Max killed them all very quickly. Austin cut the Smoker's tongue, while Mila helped Cliff into the bedroom to tend to his arm. The Horde was destroyed very quickly.
"Damn, that was quick." muttered Wolf. Jackson slid down the banister, and looked in on Cliff. Cliff had shaved his unruly beard and given himself a haircut, and tended to his twisted arm. He now didn't look like a homeless person anymore, but still couldn't run very fast due to his arthritis. Cliff got up slowly, testing his arm.
"I think it's good." he said. Mila smiled.
For that next week, the eight would live and eat in that house. Austin, Max, and Wolf slept on the top floor, while Jackson, Cliff, Ken, Tallie, and Mila slept on the bottom. One night, Austin found a small book hidden under his bed. It was titled 'The Infected'. He opened it to the first page. It looked like gradually more and more had been added onto this page. It read: "Hunter, Witch, Smoker, Boomer, Tank, Jockey, Charger, Spitter, and Screamer."
'Screamer?' Austin thought, just as a ear-splitting screech woke everyone up.
Author's Note: Oh no, Screamer! Decided to put him in. If you don't know what he is, he was a Cut Infected that would run away when he saw you, hide, and then attract the horde with his scream. The next chapter may or may not involve a character death, and I will be incorporating a supermarket into the story soon. Later on, I will also be making a few of my own Uncommon Infected. Make sure to review!