Death or Glory

Chapter 4: I hate zombies

Hey guys. It's a great day for writing, don'tcha think? Well, I've been trying to put some thought into this installment, unlike the last three chapters, which I swear I made up as I opened WordPad. But as I've said, I really hope you guys like it.

"Start you piece of shit." A large, well-built man said to hopelessly to his motorcycle. He'd been trying to start it for fifthteen minutes now. He groaned. It looks like he would have to travel on foot from here on. He toke one last look at his ride, and walked into the night. This evening had turned from fun and entertaining to dreadful. He had heard growling and moaning, en masse, and gunfire. He wasn't the last man on Earth. He gripped his shotgun, and jogged down the sidewalk. Zombies were slowly wandering around the street, the man picking them off with his weapon. Eventually they turned to him, and began charging at him. The one to get closest met the butt of his shotgun. He cocked the gun, and fired into the already stunned zed. It fell back, as he cocked the gun again and continued to fire. The last of the creatures leaped a few feet at him, but he simply moved to the left and avoided the attack. He turned to him quickly and scratched at him, but the man grabbed its arm, and fired into it's chest.

It, like it's fellow undead, fell dead. The man grinned, and continued to walk.

"Huh. You're starting to feel a little light, girl." He referred to his shotgun, going into his pocket and grabbing a few shells. He placed them into the gun, cocked it, and continued his stroll. Suddenly, he heard a scream nearby, human scream. It came from behind him. He turned, and saw someone running in fear, firing behind him as a large zed with a one huge arm and one scrawny limp arm chasing him.

"Oh shit." The first man thought to himself, "Hey!" He called to the other man. The other man looked at him, but didn't stop running, for obvious reasons.

"For gods sake man..." He sprinted to the zombie and fired at the beast. The first shell was shrugged off, and now the infected directed his attention at the new blood. The man rolled to the right to avoid the beast's charge, cocked his gun again, and fired at its back. It moaned in pain from the shot to it's back. The man now knew it's weakspot, and let out a gigged.

"Hey!" He called to the other man again, "Shoot it's back! Thats it's weakspot!"

"Gotya man!" The other survivor replied, circling around the zed, firing his handgun at it's back. Both men fired into its back a few more times before it let out a death cry, and fell to the ground.

"Woo!" The second man sighed, "That was a close one. Thanks for the help." He walked over to the man who just saved his life. "I'm Louis." offering a hand.

The other man rose without the help.

"Francis."

"Well it's nice to meet you Francis."

Francis continued walking, ignoring Louis.

"Um... excuse me?" Louis asked in confusion.

"What do you want now?"

"You're just gonna keep walking, you don't want to me to ask if I could tag along?"

"Do whatever the hell you want, dude."

Louis sighed, and walked with him. There was a silence between the two for a while. Louis occasionally looked at Francis. He was obviously was some sort of biker. He was covered in tattoos. Black pants and a leather vests. He looked so weak compared to him, in his work clothes, dress shirt, ripped up, red tie.

"Mondays, huh?" Louis joked.

"Louis, right? Look, it's cool if you wanna chat and shit, but don't spout out stupid one-liners" Francis replied.

Louis could already tell they wouldn't get along very well. But it didn't matter. Because Francis was stuck with him. Louis, as he always did, was going to make the best of a bad situation. If he didn't stay positivem no one would.

The two walked for a few blocks, and they found something rather surprising. An apartment complex, door wide open, tons of zed dead and burnt. Francis tilted his head to the complex, Louis nodded. They walked slowly up the stairs, not wanting to alert any possible infected. Louis looked around the stair case, they were dirty and bloody. Not watching his footing, he tripped while lifting his foot and fell. Hitting his chin against of of the stairs, his hand flinched, pulling the trigger of his gun, making it fire a bullet into the wall.

"What the hell was that?" Zoey asked, responding to the gunshot.

Bill heard it aswell. He rose up from the couch.

"Come on, were checkin' it out." He answered with. Zoey nodded and followed him. Bill opened the door, and could hear two people arguing with one another.

"Louis! What the hell!"

"Sorry! I tripped."

"Survivors." Bill sighed in relief. Zoey grinned.

The two went down the hall, headed for the stairs, as they could tell it was coming from a lower floor. Bill's foot hitting the stairs alerted Francis.

"We've got company..." Francis whispered.

"Oh man..." Louis sighed.

Francis ran up the stairs, and as soon as he reached the top of the flight, he saw two figures he didn't recogonize. Without even thinking, he fired at them.

"Get down!" Bill yelled. Zoey, not wanting to make lip to lip contact to a buckshot, complied.

"Hey! Were not infected!" Zoey yelled, "Stopped shooting!"

Francis relaxed his stance. "Oh um... sorry about that." Francis said, embarrased. Louis finally reached the top of the stairs.

"Francis!" Louis cried, "What the hell!"

"What? I thought they were infected." Francis shrugged.

Bill, angry, strided over to the survivor.

"You have some pair a balls, kid! You know that?" Bill yelled, "Not even checking to see what you were shooting at!"

"Oh, excuse me! I would have been doing you a favor, you're too old to be in this kind of warzone."

"Old! Now you listen to me you little chicken-"

"Bill!" Zoey cut him off, "Calm down. He made a mistake."

"Look, I'm really sorry about Francis." Louis said, trying to make up for Francis' mistake, "I'm Louis. Glad to see other survivors in this hellhole."

"Bill." Bill responded.

"Hi Louis," Zoey grinned happily,"My name is Zoey."

"If were done making buddy-buddy Louis, can we please get out of here?" Francis groaned.

"Francis, we found other people! And I think we should tag along with them... if thats alright with you guys."

"It's fine." Bill grunted, "So long as your friend knows who to shoot."

"Bite me, grandpa." Francis sneered. "Now listen up, cuz I'm only saying this once. I'm heading to downtown, I hear theres an evac zone there. You can come if you want, just stay out of my way."

"If it gets me out of here, I'll go with you, Francis." Zoey answered.

"I'll go too." Louis agreed.

Zoey and Louis looked at Bill for his answer. He took in a breath.

"Fine, I'll go too." Bill sighed.

"I'll enjoy your company." Francis replied.

"Well lets get going guys, we don't hurry, we may miss the evac." Louis grinned. The other three nodded, and headed for the stairs.

And just like that, the original survivors are together! I plan on going back to the Savannah next chapter to go hear a story from my buddy Ellis about Keith. So please, leave a comment and tell me if you liked the story or not. I apprecieate the input, good or bad :P