Sorry this took so long! I got hit with finals REALLY late and had to study for them. I hope you guys enjoy. Also, at the bottom I have a little thing I got to tell you guys.
Escaping Alcatraz
Chapter 7
The Skulls
The white faded and Weasel saw that he was in afterlife. He saw his corpse and quickly revived himself. The others were nowhere to be seen.
"Uh…guys? Where are ya? Anyone?" He called.
"We're in here!" Finn called. They were all in the library.
"So, Weasel. What's the girl sayin to ya now?" Sal said.
"She says to do this." Weasel walked out of the library and looked into one of the cells. He took out his Retriever and threw it inside. It came back, now with an electric blue skull stuck on it. He pulled it off. "According to Sam, there are four more of these scattered throughout Alcatraz. One in the warden's office, one in one of the corners of the roof, one at the docks and one on a lamp post in the middle of the gondola's path."
"I'll go to the docks. Billy, come with me. We'll knock out two birds with one stone." Sal said.
"I'll go to the roof, I guess." Finn said.
"Then I got the warden's. We'll meet in the infirmary. See you guys in a bit." He turned and walked to the warden's office. He was about to walk into the office when he saw a poster inside one of the cells. "Oh my God! Escape from the Tomb! I need this poster to finish my collection!" He reached inside the cell, trying to grab the poster, but couldn't reach it. He then looked down at his Retriever. "I wonder…" He threw the Retriever at the poster and it came back with it. "Yes! At long last, I have completed my collection! My life is complete!"
"Geek." Samantha said.
"Shut up." He replied. He noticed that there was a hole that the poster was covering. He could see the afterlife symbol on the wall behind the hole. "What should I do?"
"Vhat do you zhink you should do?" Weasel thought for a moment. He went to the red box and pulled the switch, sending him to afterlife. After looking around the wall, he found a passage that wasn't there before. He entered, but found nothing but a spoon. He tried picking it up, but shocked it. It disappeared, and demonic laughter came. Confused, he revived himself.
"What was that about?"
"Ve'll take care of zhat later." Weasel walked into the warden's office.
"Where'd you say the skull was?"
"Back vindow, top of zhe telephone pole." Weasel walked back to the window, threw his retriever, and it came back, another skull imbedded in the hatchet, its electric blue color shining in the dark prison. He put it on the desk and sat down at the chair.
"NO! Take zhat skull off zhat desk zhis instant!"
"What? Why?" Weasel said as he snatched up the skull. The second he removed it the desk changed. It turned black and flames erupted from the sides. Weasel could make out something out in the middle of the flames. It was another Blundergat. Suddenly, Weasel's head erupted in excruciating pain. He fell onto his knees, dropping his weapons to clutch his throbbing head. He yelled a terrified yell, and he felt like his head was going to explode. But then, just as it came, it left. A masculine voice started talking to Weasel.
"Go ahead, Weasel. Sacrifice the skulls to the fire, take the free Blundergat."
"I…don't have all five." Weasel said, exhausted from the pain.
"Yes you do. Check your pockets. Not the one with the grenades." Weasel felt inside his other pocket, and could feel the other four skulls.
"Don't do it, Veasel! If you give up zhose skulls, you vill never escape here!"
"Forget the girl, Albert. What does she know? Take your prize. You've earned it."
"Please, Mr. Arlington. Don't."
"I…will…not…" Weasel was struggling to resist the temptation.
"Do it, Arlington!"
"No…NO!" Weasel took his Ray Gun and shot the desk, blowing it up. With a snarl the masculine voice poofed out of his head. "Sam, WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT!?"
"You have just spoken to Satan himself. You did vell. Most vould have taken zhe veapon."
"So…we have the skulls…so what now?"
"Go to zhe infirmary like you said."
"Right." Weasel slowly started walking. That pain he just experienced was unlike anything he had felt before. He felt like he was about to cough up blood then have a seizure and a stroke at the same time. He trudged on. He tripped, and let out a cry. He had to use all of his strength to get up. Why was he so weak? He was fine in the office a few minutes ago. Was this because he refused the devil in his own domain? His vision started to blur, and then he heard it. He could hear hundreds of zombies crying out at once. He looked behind him, and saw hundreds of zombies appear out of nowhere. He turned and ran. He felt like he was going to collapse any minute now, but he had to go on. It was getting difficult to breathe. He turned and fired his Withering into the hoard. The zombies ignored the capsules and kept up their pursuit. Weasel ran as fast as he could. He was so close. All he had to do was go up some stairs, and the others would find him. As soon as he climbed five steps, he fell. He could hear Samantha talking to him, but he couldn't hear over the zombies. He was dead. He had used this round's afterlife on the spoon. He was going to feel death's cold embrace again as he descended from Purgatory to Hell. With every last bit of strength he had he yelled for help. He looked at the oncoming mob, and noticed that they haven't entered the cafeteria yet. He slowly took out his retriever and threw it at the box that activated the trap in the room. He knew there was a trap, but he didn't know what it was. The retriever hit the box, and acid started raining down on the zombies, killing each one instantly. He smiled as he blacked out.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Finn had gotten his skull easily. He went to the back left corner and saw an open part in the wall. He threw his retriever at the light, thinking it had significance, and it came back with a blue skull attached to it.
"Huh, that was easy." He turned and saw that Icarus had returned to the runway. He touched it, making sure it was there. "Where the hell did you come from?" Shrugging, he went back down into the infirmary. He sat down up against a wall. He sighed. "Why us?" He thought. "Why did this have to happen to us? I mean, we're all sick, evil people, but why do we deserve this? I mean, there are worse people in the world. Do they have it worse? I'd hate to be them. Hell, I don't deserve this. So I cheated while gambling. So what? Tons of people do that. Are others like me getting this, too? No, that doesn't make sense. Billy killed over a hundred people. I never killed anyone. This is all just a game isn't it? A big, twisted, fucked-up game. What am I supposed to do, come to some great realization about my life? Throw myself to the ground, beg for forgiveness? Well I got news for you, whoever's doing this to me. It's not gonna happen."
"Yo, Finn! We got our skulls! Where are ya?" Sal called.
"In here!" Finn replied. The two walked in.
"You got your skull?"
"Yeah."
"Where's Weasel?" Billy said.
"He's still getting his skull. Hey, I was on the roof, and the freaking plane was there! It didn't even look damaged!"
"You mean, we can go back to the bridge again?" Sal said.
"Screw the bridge. We can get out of here! We can leave!" Billy said. He ran up the stairs. The other two followed.
"Billy! You don't even know how to fly that thing!" Sal said.
"Just get on, dammit!"
"What about Weasel?" Finn said.
"Forget about Al!" He turned the key to start the plane up. Nothing happened. He tried again, frustrated. "No…come one, you son of a bitch! Work, dammit!" Nothing happened. He yelled in anger and punched the steering device. He got down, fuming.
"Well, I'm going down. If anyone wants to join me, you're more than welcomed to follow." The three of them went back down. They sat down. They waited for a half hour.
"For the love of God, where's Weasel?" Sal said, annoyed.
"I don't know. Let's look for him." Finn said, getting up. That's when they heard it.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!" Weasel yelled.
"Holy shit!" Finn yelled, running to the cry. He got to the stairs. He saw an unconscious Weasel, with his weapons on next to him, and he had his Hell's Retriever in his hand. The acid trap was preventing the largest group of zombies he had ever seen from getting through. "Guys! I found Weasel! He brought company! Cover me while I carry him up!" The other two came, weapons ready.
"How many freaks we talking?" Billy said.
"No idea, just fire!" They fired as Finn brought Weasel into the infirmary. He laid him down, and put his ear up to his chest. He was breathing fine, but his heart rate was extremely high. Then, it suddenly stopped. "Shit!" Finn started CPR on Weasel. Nothing he was doing seemed to work. He remembered something his instructor taught him in medical school, before he dropped out. Something about the heart being able to be jump started by electricity. Without a second thought, he yelled for Sal.
"What do you want!? The zombies broke through!"
"Do you have an afterlife left?" Finn said, worried.
"Yeah." He pulled a pin on one of his grenades. "Billy! Grenade comin' at ya!" He threw the grenade back into the stair case. "Why?"
"No time to explain, I need you to shock Weasel. Now." Sal went to the red box and flipped the lever. Finn continued to try and revive Weasel. Sal shocked Weasel. Finn listened for a heartbeat. "Do it again!" Sal complied. He checked again. This time there was a heartbeat. It was normal now. His breathing was normal. He had been revived. Finn slumped over and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God."
"What was that about?" Sal asked.
"I think we saved Weasel's life."
"Hey! Are you lazy shits gonna help me anytime soon?" Billy yelled.
"Be right there, Billy!" Sal said, getting up. "You comin', Finn?"
"Yeah. Just a sec. I gotta make sure the zombies don't eat his face off or nothing." Finn found a place to put Weasel down and went to go help Sal and Billy. Suddenly, a figure appeared. He went over to Weasel.
"You got lucky, Arlington. But don't think that this is it. I will do everything in my power to make sure you all stay here to suffer." And with that, the figure disappeared.
I'm issuing a contest to all of my readers out there. I want you guys to come up with your own Wonder Weapon. You have to give me a name, what it does, and a Pack-a-Punched name. I'm really interested in what you guys come up with. The top three will be featured in later books in my Zombies series! There are a few rules for this contest though
1. It has to be an ORIGINAL idea. If it's from another fanfiction or a custom map it won't be accepted.
2. The weapon has to be balanced. No nuke guns that automatically kills every zombie or anything like that.
3. It can be a gun (like the Ray Gun, Blundergat, Thundergun, etc.), a piece of equipment (Gersch Device, Monkey Bombs, etc.), or even a melee weapon (Like the Golden Spork).
4. It can't be based on another series. No Mario weapons, no Batman gadgets, no Harry Potter wands, etc.
5. Please no inappropriate language. I didn't think I would have to say this but a certain entry has brought me to doing so.
As long as it's within the rules, let your creativity flow! Submit your entry in a review or a private message. Deadline has yet to be determined.
