Zombies : Chapter 4
Reena smiled as round two ended. "This is just great!" She giggled. "I think we need to get out of here." Jake breathed, his face white, his breaths staggered. "Nah." Jesse replied. "We're doing fine. Plus, we need more points to go into the next room." "Oh, we need points? This is the REAL WORLD, Jesse!" Carly snapped. She dropped a few of the tiny bullets into her shotgun. "Here, Brandon. I think I can hold them off well enough." Brandon reached out to take the Brownie gun, then snapped his hand back. "You keep it. I'm well enough." He stammered, blushing. "Ooh, Brandon's blushing!" Reena giggled. "I am not! I just, er..." Brandon couldn't come up with an excuse fast enough. "You like Carly!" Jake laughed, the color returning to his face. Brandon was fun to antagonize. Brandon quickly turned back to the window and ignored his laughing friends. "You'd better watch out or the zombies will get you!" He called to them. Quickly remembering their foe, they snapped back to their windows. After fighting off round three, Jesse decided they should move on. They reached toward the old door. In white, "Help" had been written, but the P was long and streaked, reading "hell". Carly gulped. Jesse quickly wrapped his fingers around the door and pulled. It moved slowly, making an eerie, squeaky sound. Quite a large gun was pointed, and pale hands were wrapped around it. Everyone screamed. "Guys?" The voice asked, and a face peered around the gun. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, black glasses, and was short. "JOHNNY!" Carly screamed, running forward to hug him. Brandon sighed. Johnny, or John, as his real name was, was Carly's boyfriend. "You survived! God, I'm so happy!" John breathed. "Man, you already got the Thompson." Jesse grumbled, gesturing to John's gun. "Heh heh." John laughed, before jogging into the room. "Man, this one's hard. I've been fighting them off, but it's difficult." John waved his hand around the room. "The zombies will come out of either of those two windows. They can also come through that wall. Some from that other room will start to come in once they take care of the boards you put up." Reena, the strong, hysterical one, went pale. "Oh, no worries. Just get your back against a wall and they probably won't kill you." "Probably." Jake repeated, trembling. "Oh, there's a mystery box over there. Gives you pretty good guns if you ask me." John gestured to a long box covered in question marks. Brandon opened the box and got a double-barrel shotgun. "Those are powerful. Slow to reload, but powerful." Jesse remarked. Carly got a BAG gun. "Almost an AK-47. Those are good." John said. AK-47's were the best gun out there. They fired fast; zombies didn't stand a chance against them. Jesse kept his gun. Jake received an un-named gun with a huge aiming viewfinder. "Ah, the un-named. Great gun." Jessie said, backing into a corner. "Ready?" John asked, tying a band of black ribbon under his bangs. "Here they come!"