Hell On Fire
Chapter Seven
Several days went by without incident. Zed were still out there, but declining in numbers every day. I pulled Seamus, Brinnmore, Mike, and Tick with me into a room. I told them we were going to head out tomorrow, if there were few enough Zed. I went over my plan with them; we would run across the street to the gas station, and from there, if the coast was clear, we'd head over to the Storage King. We just couldn't leave all that shit behind. There were way too many guns, equipment, and possibly survivors that we needed.
"So you're all clear on the plan, then? I asked them. They all muttered and nodded in agreement. "A'right then." We spent our last night at the hotel, more than a little agitated. We might all die the very next day.
When morning came, I woke up, ate some rations, and woke the others up. I didn't bother waking up our gracious host, but left him a note thanking him for his hospitality, and saying that we took a few ration packs, because we didn't know if there were any left at the Storage King.
"Ready guys?" I opened the door slowly and cautiously. "Go, go, go, go…" I whispered at them as they went out one by one. We ran to the gas station. The Zed didn't really notice us much. A few of them glanced over, but other than that, we didn't seem to attract any attention. The gas station's door was still wide open, and we ducked inside and shut it as quietly as possible. We did a quick search of the place, and found a dead body with a 44. Magnum and a few rounds.
We slowly opened the front door of the gas station, the glass of which had been broken by the Zed days ago, when we first got out of there. I ushered them all out one by one, for a reason; if we all went out at once, the Zed could get us all at once.
The five of us quickly ran over to the Units. We all kept looking around, all of us real nervous, 'cause we didn't know if the Zed were right on our asses.
"Go in, quick!" I whispered to them, as they all filed into the Storage King. The door was still wide the fuck open. We ran inside, and saw a few Zed. We tried to kill them without bullets; noise attracts them. We had confirmed the theory days ago, the night Shang…
We ran in in a single file line. We made it to the security office, and there were lots of guns in there. We all cheered quietly, because we knew we were gonna be fine for weapons. We then ran to the room we used as the cafeteria, where we found a shitload of rations, water bottles, and medicine. We were gonna be alright. For now, anyway.
