Come on, still no reviews. I want to know how I'm doing :o do you guys like my story? Do you want to take it and beat me over the head with it? Come on, reviews inspire me to work no matter if it's good or bad, just don't flame it okay? I can take constructive criticism.
Still, first to review gets an air guitar J
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Lawrence awoke, noticing Hannah with her hand on his torso. He stayed quiet a bit, a smirk adorning his face. But after realizing he was still in a safe room, he remembered his situation. He glanced to the right to see his slender Hispanic friend snoring lightly. Lawrence wandered over to the front door of the safe room and peered out, counting the infected in the hall. "Seven." He thought to himself disgustedly, watching them feast on a corpse in the middle of the hallway. He didn't want to figure out who it was as the victim rose to his feet, gashes in his legs and torso.
Lawrence wandered over to Enrique and Hannah, shaking Hannah slightly and then prodding Enrique with his foot. They both arose, and they both stared at Lawrence as he sat down and faced them. "Alright, we have two days to get to the rooftops, when the next staff evacuation helicopter arrives. If we continue at this pace we'll never make it, since we're on the fifth floor and it's been one day. Our only option is to make it to the power room and turn on the electricity, then we can take the elevator to the roof." Lawrence explained as he began grabbing ammunition from the ammo beside them.
Hannah looked puzzled as she asked Lawrence; "But power's in the basement, we have to backtrack all that way, and that THING (the tank) might still be down there?" Enrique shot Hannah a glare and then responded; "Either that or continue our current pace and get up to the roof in a week, probably more?" Hannah turned to Enrique and then retorted; "That is probably safer than confronting that beast." She said with a sneer. Enrique, becoming irritated now, responded once more. "Who says six of those haven't climbed up the elevator shaft by now? We're going to power." He said as he got up and began loading his semi-automatic shotgun. "No, we're taking the stairs." She called from the floor. "Hannah, we're going down to power, that's final." Lawrence said, annoyed by their bickering. The blonde woman rolled her eyes and got up, replenishing her ammunition for her Ruger-Mini 14 rifle.
Lawrence opened the door and crouched as Hannah scoped in on the zombies in the hallway, sniping them as they fell to the floor one by one. Lawrence got up and walked into the hallway, opening the door to the stairwell with Enrique and Hannah behind him. Lawrence tip-toed down the stairs as quietly as he could, so he would not disturb the infected. A stray female zombie, Caucasian and approximately 5"4, ran up to Lawrence and began beating him, but was quickly pushed away by his M16A1 assault rifle. They wandered to the second floor, and heard a heavy breathing sound, and then some angry, hoarse screams.
"Tank!!" Lawrence exclaimed as a behemoth stumbled into the room below them. He began scaling the shelf leading up to the upper level, as Lawrence turned to his companions and yelled; "Jump!" As they hopped from the shelf, stumbling onto the ground below them. He began unloading as much ammunition as possible into the creature as he hopped back down and slammed his massive torso into Hannah, knocking her to the floor as the hulking monster beat on her with his massive arms. "AGHH!" She exclaimed. "He's crushing me! Get him off of me!!!" She shouted as Enrique panicked and unloaded munitions into the beast. Lawrence charged the beast and slammed him in the head with his weapon, shouting "Get off of her!!" As the creature began bleeding in the face. It turned towards Lawrence and began pursuing him. At the stairwell across the room, he aimed his sight at the beast as it was at the bottom and he was at the top. "Die!" He exclaimed as he shot a bullet into the beast's forehead, piercing his skull and sinking into his cranium. The creature let out a weary groan and collapsed, as Lawrence dashed to his fallen fiancé. "Are you okay Hannah?" He inquired, lifting her to her feet. "Yeah…But I think he might've broken a rib or two…Man, this hurts…" She whispered in a raspy voice as she walked towards the stairs going downward with Lawrence and Enrique's aid.
They arrived at the first floor, the main lobby where the tank had broken in, and then went down into the basement, where the generator was. "I can fix this." Enrique stated out loud. Hannah and Lawrence looked at him, puzzled. "Well, I was a mechanic before I was a cook. He said as he began to work on the generator. Lawrence and Hannah sat down beside him and then engaged in conversation. "So, where were you when the tank busted through the door?" Lawrence asked. Hannah looked over and began polishing her Ruger-Mini 14. "I was on the second floor, it was my break time after all." She set the rifle down at her feet. "Well, I guess that's not the entire story…"
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Yesterday, 6:30 P.M. 5 minutes before the breach.
Hannah Paulic sat back in the lounge room of the second floor, pouring a cup of coffee and sitting back in a plastic chair. "I can't believe Lawrence is taking it up with the sergeant again." She said to herself with a sigh and a slurp. She stood up and wandered out of the lounge, staring at the window high above, rain cascading down onto the hospital. "It feels like the world is shrinking…This virus being the shrinker." She thought to herself as she tossed the paper cup into a trash bin. Hannah meandered over to the stairs going up as she saw a pale figure in a hospital gown rush towards her. "What the?!" She shouted, kicking at the figure, now grunting and moaning on the floor. "The patients!" She exclaimed, now stomping on the figure's stomach, realizing he was a zombie. Hannah drew her 9mm pistol from her holster and dashed up the stairs. She entered an office room, seeing a dead soldier on the floor, with a hole in his head and a hunting rifle on the floor.
"Well, this'll be useful." Hannah said to herself as she picked up the hunting rifle from the deceased soldier. She dashed to the stairs, closing the doors behind her. Afterwards she heard gunshots from the third floor, the kitchen. "Probably soldiers fighting for their lives…" She reasoned, heading up the stairs. She arrived in the laboratory research level, clearing out some zombies wandering aimlessly. "I need…To rest." She thought as she walked to a room in the middle of a hallway, barricading the door with an old desk. "I'll just rest…For a few minutes." She said as she drifted off to sleep.
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"When I woke up, I heard you guys dying out in the hall." She said, the generator next to her beginning to rumble and sputter as the lights turned on. "Let's get to that elevator." Said Enrique, wheeling out from under the generator, covered in grime and sweat. They paced up the stairs and off towards the main stairwell.
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