Chapter 6

Harold and Lionel walked forward just enough to see three zombies standing around and someone behind some sort of shield like barrier. The two ran over to the three zombies and threw them into a wall closest to them. They then pulled out their guns and fired off three shots at each zombie before they could react. Off in the distance, they could footsteps but they aren't walking, their running. Lionel and Harold quickly switched to their bow and arrows and took cover behind cover. "I don't see this going well, what do you think Harold."

Harold looked at him and didn't bother to answer figuring that Lionel is just trying to lighten the mood. Harold leaned around the corner and fired off two arrows at the front zombie and then took cover again. He looked over at Lionel and sighed. "You have a plan?" Lionel thought and then shook his head. "Then I guess were risking it then." The two switched to their handguns and ran around firing off shots while trying to dodge shots coming toward them. Neither had bothered to pay attention to how many zombies came after them.

Both Lionel and Harold managed to kill three zombies before their legs gave way and the two fell to the ground unable to stand. The two pulled themselves up so far and then sat on the ground. Both tried to pull themselves into cover while shooting at the zombies. Two of the zombies shot quickly killing both Lionel and Harold. The zombies stopped moving proud of their success and headed back to where they started while some other zombies, that had lost their heads in the fight, picked up their heads and put them back on their bodies.

Lionel and Harold woke up where they had entered. The two stood up wearily and shook their heads to clear it. "I hate dying." Lionel said still trying to clear his head.

"You know, it's not so bad the second time you die." Harold said after clearing his head. "So how many zombies do you think their were and are." Harold asked.

"I would say more then we can handle alone." Lionel looked behind them and sighed. "Unfortunately though, we aren't being given much of a choice." Lionel then pulled out his gun as well as Harold and ran full force toward the where the zombies used to be and the slowed down and looked around. Lionel looked around the corner and found the zombies with their back turned to them. Lionel looked at Harold and nodded. "I count six more zombies. If we both take out three, we should be able to take them all down." Harold nodded and found some cover just on the other side. Harold quickly and quietly moved to the other side so as not to give their cover away before the two are ready.

Harold looked at Lionel and nodded saying that he is ready and the took fired off their weapons. Two of the zombies turned around just in time to get their heads blown off. The two zombies turned around, picked up their heads and then put them back on their bodies. By the time they turned around again, four of the zombies were dead and Harold and Lionel couldn't be seen. The two zombies looked around and then felt themselves go limp. They walked around the bodies and found money all over the ground.

Harold and Lionel took a breather after that battle and found something sparkle in the corner. The two walked over to the thing on the ground. The two smiled seeing a key on the ground and Harold picked it up. "Let's get out of here." The two headed back to the start of the area and found the shield gone. They were waved over by the man that was behind the shield.

"I got something for you two." The man then pulled out some grenades. "These are flash grenades, perfect for setting things ablaze." Harold and Lionel looked at each other and nodded. "Four dollars a grenade my friends."

Harold thought for a minute and then made a decision. "I'll take five. How about you Lionel?" Harold asked pulling out twenty dollars and paid the man.

"Give me a case of handgun ammo and five smoke grenades." Lionel said and pulled out thirty dollars and handed the money to the guy." The man thanked them and then ran off. "Let's get to the others."

In another part of the world a man ran as fast as he could, making his way through zombies and other creatures. Eventually he got tackled to the ground and taken to frost. "Frost, I'll never help you." The man said struggling.

"Oh I think you will traitor." Frost pulled something out and held it in his hand. "I'm going to make you much more powerful and less resistant to me." Frost waved his hand over and the creatures dragged the man over to him. The man could finally see what it is Frost has and didn't like the thought of being injected with something. Frost smiled and he prepared the needle. Once the needle was ready, he stuck the needle into the mans neck. "I won't be denied."

The man started shaking from head to toe and then stopped. After a few seconds, the man stood up and his body started to transform. The pain in him grew and grew and then abruptly stopped when the transformation was complete. The man looked at himself and then up and howled. After the howl, he looked toward the ground and then up and smiled. "I told you frost, I will never help you." The man then killed creatures and ran off and got away from Frost.

Frost grew angry at this. 'How can he still deny me?' Frost thought seeing the man run away quickly. "Kill him." Frost then turned and walked away as his minions chased after the man.

Anubis sat on his throne and waited for his loyal minion to arrive. After about two minutes, a tall man with a staff came in and bowed. "Sir, what is it you want of me?"

"I want you to make sure that everything goes as planned. Send in my flaming friend." Anubis said in his scratchy deep voice.

"Sir, why don't you just let me take care of the pest?" the man said still bowing.

"I have no doubt that you could easily take him out but that's just the problem. The fates would have nothing of it and so I want you to serve Frost only as far as helping him with what he needs." Anubis put his hand to his chin while he kept his elbow on the chair.

"But why should we help him at all, he is going to end up dead anyway." The man wants Jack dead sooner then later, he didn't really care about Frost in any way.

"I would rather not help him at all, I could care less about him but if he distracts Jack and keeps him away from me until I'm ready, then so be it." The man bowed and then left leaving Anubis to think. 'What is it that the fates have in mind? All that they had mentioned to me is that a man will kill Frost but they said nothing about who the man is. If it isn't Jack, then who? So many questions and so few answers."

A/N: Sorry it's taken me some time to write but I'm trying to figure out how to make it so that it isn't all fighting all the time which is hard to do since this is originally an idea I had for a video game except the story is with w.i.t.c.h characters and not my own. Except for Wendy and Jack. So anyway, please review and I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

P.S. I can't think of a name for this chapter and so it is just Chapter six.