BOOM!
Rob's vision was knocked to looking at the ceiling of the venue as he slid backwards on the floor about nine feet from getting blind sided by a mosher right at the end of the song. "Whoa!" He yelled out as he came to a stop. He was pulled up to his feet from a fellow mosher with a smile. "Thanks!" Rob called out and made his way toward the bar on the side of the pit.
He had been moshing for an two hours. Some people in the pit were amazed by his stamina, but didn't know that he was a SEAL. Rob wasn't moshing too hard, mostly saving it up for Last Man Standing. He slipped his way through some metal heads and up to the bar to see a blonde haired girl with black highlights in her hair and dark make up on, serving.
"Hey, chica! Can I get a water?" He yelled over the screams of the crowd behind him. She heard him on went to look for water farther down the bar.
"Thank you! Thank you all you mother fuckers! HAHAHA! We are Head Hunter!" The vocalist Jeff yelled in to the mic with a grin. "Now...I want to hear you scream for the band you all have been waiting for..." The crowd was going insane at the sound of those teasing words. "Last...Man...Standing..." He chanted. "Last...Man...Standing...Last Man Standing, Last Man Standing!" He let the crowd continue with the chant and his crew made it off stage.
Rob got his drink and opened the bottle. The water was refreshing to him as he slid down his throat. "Ahhh...YES!" He rushed back into the crowd, he poured some water on his head to cool off. This was the moment his waited for...he was here at the finale. The end of a long tour and he knew that you always pull of some new shit in the finale.
Rob lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. There was a sick smell among the crowd...most of the time it was cigarettes and booze, but he had smelt this before. Dead bodies had this smell...The thought didn't survive long as Zack took the stage. Rob let out a scream of joy with everyone else.
"How's everybody doing?" Zack called out in the mic to the crowd. "Havin' a good time?" He got a loud cheering scream from the crowd. "Now, for those of you who are too drunk or stoned to know, we are Last-Man-Stan-ding!" The crowd roared for him once more. "That's what I want to hear! Now, I want to see some circle pits open up, or I'm going to be severely pissed!" Zack ordered.
Rob waved everyone back and around him. He was the only one in the center of the open pit. The suicide man...His heart was pumping...he was ready for the beginning of the mosh. His eyes seem to show a psychopathic glare with a evil grin on his face.
"Now that's more like it! Alright! Now we are going to play something heavy because I don't think any of you have the balls to get this place moving!" Zack yelled into the mic, mocking the crowd to get them fired up.
Rob took in the insult and was willing to prove Zack wrong. It fired up his blood and if his rage was water, the pit would be flooded...
"Now let's see what you got! This one's called Internal Combustion! Now set it off!" Zack yelled and the crowd grew silent. It was the quiet before the storm...Josh play his solo and people started to circle the pits.
Rob felt the rage from others, but it was nothing like what he had in him. He wanted to let loose and mosh til security came and got him. It was his time..."Three..." Rob and Zack said at the same time. "Two..." Rob's blood was boiling. "One..." Rob tensed up and screamed with Zack as the moshers rushed in and collided like a destruction derby.
Rob was hurled into three people knocking them over, but he caught himself to his feet and sprung back into the pit, he was shoved and tossed as he rammed and pushed people. It was all one big blur of emotions. Love, hate, happiness, sadness, mixed with the heavy pounding music and sick vocals.
He rammed into another body and it flew lifelessly into another person and fell on them. Rob took a quick look and they seemed to be struggling to get up fast...or it seemed, but Rob didn't have time to look for more than 2 seconds before getting shoved from the back and sent forward. His mosh lasted for fourty-five more seconds until he was pushed to the ground by security. "Damn! They got me already?" He thought in his head, but looked over to see them pull a man off another...strangely the ones he saw no too long ago. The man that was down, wasn't moving and the security was having a hard time controlling the ravaging man that was covered in blood. Rob thought he was caught in the moment of rage in the pit, but saw that the man was...different.
Suddenly he heard a bone chilling scream of a girl and turned to the stage to see Josh spear the living shit out of a guy that was attacking Adam. That's when the shit hit the fan ten fold.
Rob tried rushing to the front, but it was like fighting a tsunami of scared people. He was pushed back toward the doorways. Everything was still a blur, but this time a horrid blur. He didn't follow the crowd as the pit cleared out, but saw two people being eaten alive by another two people. He looked at the ones that weren't running with the people...more like limping after them with arms out like the wanted something.
"Holy shit..." Rob said in shock. He turned for the doorway out and was face to face with one of the man eating people. It let out a sick moan and clamped it's dead cold hands on the sides of Rob's face. He was looking death in the eyes literally, but Rob was quicker, he pulled out his butterfly knife and flipped it up, then forced the blade into it's eye and pulling it out. The man dropped hard to the floor and blood spilled from the fresh wound. Rob didn't understand what was going on when he heard more screams from the lobby.
"What are these things?" He yelled in confusion as he looked for a way out. He looked up at the balcony, it would make a great escape, but those things had already made it up there. He still needed to get out and that was his best option. He ran towards to stacked speakers, but heard the scream of the bartender. He looked over and she was being cornered by a large man.
"Shit..." He put the lock on his knife and flung it at the attacker. It stuck right in the side of his head and dropped him. The bartender looked at her saver and tears streamed down her face. "Get out of here!" Rob said and he heard more moans of the things behind him. He looked and they were too close and getting closer. Rob ran full speed at the speakers and jumped up, landing on stop the first set. It was about five feet off the ground. He climbed the two set that made the distance bigger by ten feet and another set that made it bigger by another five feet. He looked at the balcony next to the top speakers he was standing on. No one would sit here for the bad view and distortion of the music. Rob dove into the chairs and rolled off to his feet. He heard more moans coming from the other balconies.
"Time to get the fuck outta here!" He ran out of the door he snuck in from. He turned to the edge of the roof and grabbed it, pulling himself up. He rolled over on his back, out of breath from what he was running from. "Sweet...mother...of god..."
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Chad was making his way around toward Kirsten's street. He walked over to the nearest mall and checked it out for a hour and came back. It was dark already and the street lights turned on, plus the feeling that he had on the dream returned slightly.
Chad was only two blocks away from the street as he turned to see three cop cars, all doubled up in the front with two officers, fly by and turn on her street. He thought nothing of it really and continued walking. He saw a couple of swaggering, staggering people that looked wasted farther down the street. Chad's attention was pulled back to the street when sounds of 9mm fire came from Kirsten's street. He took of running and passed the first block and stopped when he got to the second. He looked down the road and saw five police cars with lights flashing, with cops firing into people.
"What the fuck! Those people are unarmed!" He looked and one officer was already down with another body next to him. Chad was shocked when one officer fired five rounds into the persons chest, but the person didn't stop or even show signs of pain.
"It's not human..." He thought as the person latched onto the officer and sunk it's teeth into his neck. The officer screamed in pain and fired the rest of the clip into the person's stomach, but still didn't phase it. Chad didn't care much for the officers though it sounded cold to not help, but he was more concerned about the well being of his girlfriend.
He took off into the back yard of the nearest house on the right side of the street. He hopped fences and gates with ease, making his way undetected by anyone, until he landed into a backyard that was a human feasting ground for those things. He looked in horror around as people were eating others. A little boy, no more the age of 6 was eating what seemed to be his own sister. He didn't want to stand around and watch as 4 other things were moving toward him with low, dead moans.
He rushed forward and jumped over the little boy and his dead sister and cleared the fence into Kirsten's backyard. He could only pray that she was alright. "The guys living with her probably kept everyone safe..." He thought as he pulled out the 9mm he took from the gangster earlier. He moved to the door hunched over some and he leaned up against the door. His heart was racing and he felt that pressure once more...
"Fear..." A voice said in his head. The same voice that he heard in his dream.
He shook the thought and reached for the door knob and turned it slowly. It was unlocked, which relieved him, but worried him. "What if those things made it in through the back?" He thought as he opened the door in to the dark kitchen. It was a small kitchen, pretty much it's own room with an exit doorway to the hall way, which was dark as well and to the dinning room which was lit up. He saw a red haired girl crouching over a body. It was Kirsten's best friend Jessica. They always went everywhere together and unlike today, everything was turning into shit.
"Jessica...It's me, Chad." He said to her as he closed and locked the back door. He looked out the window to see if any where coming and looked back at her. She didn't respond. Chad looked and saw a better look of the body from standing up. It was Manny. Kirsten's best guy friend. A guy Chad didn't have to worry about doing anything with her because he was gay. Manny's face was covered in blood.
"My god...they got Manny!" He saw why Jessica didn't respond.
"Jessica..." "She's probably in shock..." Chad walked up and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Jessica...?"
Her shoulder felt cold, even through her shirt she was wearing. Jessica turned her head slowly to Chad and her mouth was full of chewed intestines. Blood spilled out of her mouth as she let out a sick moan. Her eyes were glossy white, soulless almost.
Chad jumped back into the kitchen and heard another moan in his ear, escorted by a rancid warmth on the back of his neck. Chad stumbled forward back into the dinning room and rolled over the table with his gun aimed at a new thing.
It was Gary, one of Kirsten's classmates that stayed with them. He was huge from football, but was now one of those things...Chad didn't understand it. He switched his aim between Jessica and Gary as they looked at him and began their approach, not even phased by the weapon Chad held.
"It's me guys...Chad...remember?" He tried to plea. "Please...don't..." These were people he hung out with. People he's gotten wasted with. Friends that he's known for so long. Jessica was only four feet from him and she reached out with a low moan.
Chad fired a shot into her shoulder, only making her stumble back some, but she looked at him with no facial expression of pain and continued her advancement.
"What the fuck? She's...not human..." Chad aimed for her head and paused.
"I'm sorry Jessica..." He said seething through his teeth. He forced himself to pull the trigger. The 9mm jumped a little as the round went off. The shot was right between her eyes and it snapped her head back. She fell to her knees and then over onto her side.
Chad looked at his kill and then back up at Gary who was seven feet away. Chad aimed again and forced himself to pull the trigger once more. The shot rang out and connected with Gary's forehead. Gary seemed to struggle with accepting death as his body shook , but he soon dropped to the floor. Chad breathed out and was struggling to catch his breath.
He had been holding his breath and he didn't know it. He looked up at the living room and saw another body. His heart raced once more as he quickly moved over to it. It was a male. He pulled the body over to see it was TJ, the stoner of the house. He was dead from a bullet to the head and judging by the accuracy, the shooter was good.
TJ's body was at the base of the stairs leading up stairs. The stairs were blood and streaks of blood were on the walls and judging by the angles of them, they were heading up stairs.
Chad made his way up the stairs and reached the top with his gun poised. He stopped at the wall next to doorways to rooms and jumped out aiming to see if it was clear.
"Six people live here...four are dead..." Chad's mind was working like a commander of a SEAL team's would. He counted all the possibilities in his head.
"I could be dealing with two alive, or two dead...or two things...or one thing, one dead...or one thing, one alive..." He kept checking rooms and all were empty except Kirsten's room that was locked behind her door. The blood trail from the stairs and wall ended here...at her door. He backed up to the wall behind him and breathed out. He was afraid to see what was behind that door...he pictured Kirsten's mangled body in the room being eaten. He shook his head and focused on her door. He let his 9mm rest in his right, instead of the proper aim stance of two hands.
Chad shuffled short to the door and with all his power kicked it. It flew open and he heard a POP and a bullet whiz pass his head.
"Shit!" He jumped to the side as five more bullets fired and hit the wall with great accuracy. Chad looked at the wall and the bullets weren't more than two to four inches apart from each other. "Kirsten!" He cried out.
"C-Chad?" She called back in a sobbing confusion. "Is...that you?"
Chad sighed in relief. He stood up and walked in. He saw her and her friend Carol there. Carol was on her bed with blood seeming out of a wounds on her shoulder and neck. Carol's eyes were closed and her chest wasn't moving. Chad opened his arms to Kirsten as she rushed into his chest with sobs of many emotions mixed together.
"Oh god...I don't know what happened...TJ and Gary were sick for a day and...Me, Jess, Manny and Carol were just hanging out and TJ attacked Jess and Manny tried to help her, but he was attacked and Carol just thought it was a fight and tried to help but got hurt! So we ran and call the police...and I got my gun and defended myself..." She was frantic and gripped Chad tightly. "Oh god...I'm scared Chad..."
Chad ran his hand through her hair and held her close. "Shhh...it'll all be o k baby..." Chad closed his eyes and leaned his head on hers. The gunfire from down the street stopped. Chad wondered if the police had stopped the things, but doubted it.
Chad opened his eyes to a standing Carol. She opened her eyes and they were the same as Jessica's and Gary's . Soulless and dead...She reached out and let out a moan. Chad took aim and didn't hesitate or have to force himself to protect Kirsten. The shot was perfect once more. Right between the eyes and she dropped to the floor.
Kirsten jumped and looked back at her fallen friend. "Oh my god...was she?" Tears rushed down her face as she looked at the blood leak from the new bullet wound on Carol's head.
Chad was starting to understand...Then it hit him. "George A. Romero..." He said looking down.
Kirsten turned to him in confusion. "What? Who is that?" She asked.
Chad knew this all too well from being a Pittsburgh hometown boy. It was the same as one of his favorite movies. "Night of the Living Dead..." He looked at Kirsten. "They are zombies..." He saw her look down and around as if looking for a answer.
"They bite you and you come back as them...they are slow and dumb. They only die if you shoot them in the head." He knew Kirsten didn't have a problem with head shots, since he taught her how to shoot. She was as good as a gun as he was. "I'm on a mission right now...but I'm going to protect you. We need to meet back with my team..."
Kirsten wiped her eyes and looked at him. "Alright..." She was breathing heavy. She had never seen anything like what she has tonight. She lost her friends in a matter of minutes and was about to lose her life. For her...it was only going to get worse.
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Greg and Tony laughed as they left the restaurant with two cute girls with them. "Oh man...that was a great time that time!" Tony said as he turned to the girls. "Well ladies...this is where we must leave, but I've got your number and I will call you in a couple of days after I'm done with my business."
The 2 girls smiled and waved at them as they turned and walked off.
Greg and Tony waved back. "Damn...Fine pieces of ass right ther'" Greg said as he rubbed his chin. "Motivation to get this mission over, beliee' dat'!"
Tony laughed as he turned around with Greg and they walked down the street. "Man...I like this place, I mean it ain't half bad, ya' kno'?" Tony said.
"Yeah..." Greg looked at a bar they were next to. "Yo', hol' up man" Greg side as he stopped. Tony stopped and turned to him. "I'm gonna' get a Colt 45, you want anything?" Greg asked.
"Nah', I'm fine." Tony responded.
"Aight'." Greg walked into the bar and saw people in the booths on each other. "Damn..." He said as he continued to walk to the bar. "Hey tender, can I get a Colt 45 to go?" He said to the tender who's back was turned to him.
A person latched onto Greg's shoulder and let out a moan. Greg looked and pulled back while pushing the person to the floor. "Get the fuck off me!" Greg looked at the man. "What the fuck is it? Happy hour..." Greg turned to the tender who was turned around.
"Oh shit..."
The tenders face was half eaten, with blood leaking from his wounds. It grabbed Greg, but he pulled him over the counter and threw him back. "Aw', hell naw'!"
Greg looked around and two more of the things got up from the booths with fresh blood dripping from them. Greg looked at the one he pushed get up from the ground and looked at him. Greg was cornered and weaponless..."Shit..."
The thing shook some and threw up on Greg's shoes. Greg looked down at his ruined shoes and back at with the fires of hell in his eyes.
"Oh fuck dat'...NOT THE FRESH J's!"
He yelled as he grabbed a 40 ounce bottle and broke it over the things head and dropped him. He took the shard and stuck it into the tenders head dropping him with ease as well, but was grabbed by a female zombie and it tried to bite him, but Greg pushed her head away. He snapped her head back to the other side with force, breaking it and dropping her.
The next one tried to grab Greg, but he side stepped and grabbed the back of it's head and tripped it, shoving its head into the edge of the bar, breaking it's neck. The 1st zombie got back up, but Greg grabbed him and pulled him toward the front of the bar and whipped him around. "Fucker!" He threw him out the window.
Tony looked over at the man who landed next to him and saw him getting up and looked around. Tony cocked his leg back and kicked the man's head, but it's head flew off and rolled five feet to a stop. "Oh shit!" Tony didn't understand what he had just done. "Fuck...I just..."
Greg ran out and looked at Tony and down at the body with no head. "Thanks for handling my light work..." Greg said with a grin.
"I killed him..." Tony said looking at Greg.
"...these people were already dead..." Greg said as he looked at the body. "I don't understand how they were moving, but they were trying to eat me like a fat kid to cake."
"You aren't serious...?" Tony said still trying to shake the filling of kicking someone's head off.
Greg looked up and saw a girl in a skimpy outfit stumbling toward Tony. "There's one!" Greg yelled as he pointed.
Tony looked. "Ohhh...what are you talkin' about Greg? She's just hammered." Tony smiled at her. "Hey baby...you need some help?"
"Tony! Don't fuck around!" Greg warned.
Tony looked back at Greg with a smile and the girl latched onto Tony. Tony looked back and grabbed her head. He saw her glossy eyes and smelt rot in her breath as she tried to bite him. "He was right..." Tony ducked under and around her, then grabbed her head from the back.
"Sorry doll, I don't kiss on the first night..." He broke her neck with ease and looked at Greg. "What the fuck are we dealing with here." His face serious now.
"I have no..." Greg stopped as he saw Tony's face look shocked. He looked back and saw a large group of them. "Oh shit..."
It was going to be a very long night for the team...