Chapter 6 here! :) Note: This chapter contains violence and strong language just to inform people. Anyways, enjoy!
THUMPP! FOOMP!
The hammer made as another nail went into the board, securing it to the barrier's frame; Chuckie's vision finally beginning to take form.
It was the next day and they jumped right into work at daybreak, now with Lil joining the team of blue-collar workers. Years of sports gave her some robust forearms, allowing her to easily increase progress on the fence.
Deep inside she still felt helpless, but putting herself to work allowed her to get her mind off of the present hell that surrounded them; even if it was only for a few seconds when concentrating on driving the nail into the board.
Standing on the balcony of her parents' former bedroom, with the .22 resting her in hands and a pair of binoculars dangling from her neck she eyed the street and the surrounding area. Looking for any signs of movement, zombies or otherwise, she focused on the sounds not overwhelmed by the constant hammering of the wanna-be carpenters down below.
All she could hear was their relentlessly pounding amongst the silent Southern California air. She didn't get why any biters haven't been drawn to them yet, especially for their house being seemingly the only place of activity in the whole of Los Angeles suburbia.
In the two days of work they encountered only one zombie, an old hobbling one wearing a blood stained wife-beater, who Dil took down with a single blow to the head with his work hammer before Kimi could even raise her rifle.
With a sigh, she leaned against the railing and stared aimlessly ahead. Allot of the time she hated being the one constantly on guard duty, even though she always volunteered for it, but she couldn't help but be overly cautious in this new world.
By being up in the second story balcony, away from the far more dangerous street down below, she was certainly ten times safer than her 'gang' working precariously; not bothering to look up every couple seconds for an approaching biter.
Call her selfish, but she was never going to throw herself into a potentially dangerous situation unless it was absolutely necessary. Screw the group, her survival was first and foremost. Not to mention being the "honorary guard" gave her their only rifle which could drop a dozen or so zombies in half a minute.
Above the hammering the purr of a motor appeared, bringing Kimi back to reality as she strained to see where it was coming from. Suddenly, multiple engines of the same caliber pierced the air. Her crew down below didn't even seem fazed by it, for their ears were already overwhelmed by the relentless hammering.
Looking through her binoculars, for her .22 was just standard iron-sights she could make out what seemed to be five or six motorcycles, and their riders dressed in piercing black fatigues forming in a circular formation only a few blocks away.
Her eyes pressed into the binoculars, her whole being panicking, so focused on the distant strangers that she didn't see the hunched-over creature and a few of its friends approaching from the shadows. Coming right for her childhood friends.
"Shit…" Phil muttered, sucking on his thumb, the hammer missing the nail by a mile and colliding with his hand.
Bringing his arm back for a second attempt, he felt someone forcefully grab onto his arm. Looking up abruptly, he met the face of a twisted dead corpse with chopping jaws. His brain going into panic mode, he screamed and fell backward over a pail of nails, the biter going down with him, the creature's friends following his lead.
"FUCK! JESUS CHRIST! God-damnit…SOMEONE HELP ME!" Phil shrieked, holding off the walking road kill with his hammer, the weight of it strangling his frame.
Kimi was brought back to the serious predicament at hand from Phil's bloodcurdling cries. Fumbling with her rifle, hands shacking like crazy, she could barely get a clear line of sight without hitting one of her friends. She cursed, trying to move her position to get a clean shot.
His fellow carpenters were already on it though. The "throat" of Chuckie's hammer collided down hard on the cranium of a lanky zombie, ripping the edged blade out and jumping back into the fight. Lil swung her bat, shattering a biter's leg as it fell to the ground in agony as Tommy finished it off.
Drawing his .38 from his windbreaker pocket, Dil dropped the biter trying to rip into Phil's face, drenching the frightened teen's face with blood and brain matter, and turned his sights to the road, putting down a couple approaching zombies drawn from the commotion.
"Clear," Dil called, re-holstering his revolver in his pocket, "You okay Phil?"
"Fine and fuckin Dan-Dee," Phil shrieked, getting up from the ground, "God-damnit Kimi! Your one job, your one fucking job to sit up there and make sure our faces' aren't ripped off and you fail at that! Is there anything you can do right?! Hell, you could have at least fired a couple shots with that rifle you got there and not just let us do all the work! Can you be anymore useless?!" Storming inside, slamming the door behind him.
Everyone, along with the city fell silent once again. Running her hands through her hair, breathing heavily threw her nose she glanced over again at the spot where the bikers once inhabited.
They were gone.
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