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Rated T
Drama / Adventure / Friendship
Zoey & Bill
English
Alive
Chapter Nine
The whole world exploded. Well, not the world, just the ear splitting alarm jerking and scaring her awake. Throwing open the door from her quarters, finding that Sam had already left the room and probably going about her doctor's duties. Zoey ran out into the corridor, where the klaxon was screeching away in the hall. She breathed hard and took in the red upturned police lights, stuck high on the walls which glared and sucked the comforting air that the facility once oozed past every door. Worker, soldier and civilian all felt as ease in the base. Until now.
Zoey saw the elevator was out of order, an eye catching garish 'do not use' message in the space as to where the number for the corresponding floor where the elevator hung should be. A door a floor above her clunked to a close as she passed a corner, another room for someone, clearly no longer in there. Zoey tracked up the stairs, all the while the alarm played on. A whirring burst of sound that quietened then restated, droning an irritating soundtrack as she peeked around each bend in the staircase. Being constantly reminded of her lack of weapons and vulnerability if something green skinned and snarling came hurtling around the next corner.
Her green eyes met the back of a scientist looking person, carrying a clip-board and wearing a confused expression that could rival even hers. Before the stranger passed through one of the multitudes of doors on either level, Zoey touched her on the arm, making the older woman yelp. Even in the loud, sickening blaring klaxon still going on strong, she could make out a yell and curse from the scientist. Zoey frowned and saw the way red alarm lights made skin take on an eerie appearance. "You have any idea what's going on?!" She yelled at the equally baffled scientist directly beside her while gesturing to the nearest rotating light.
The white coat wearing fair-haired woman waved her hand over her ear to signal she didn't hear her properly, but pointed at the warning lights and moved her body and arms, with her hands bent also part outstretched to say in a way without words as to what was causing the alarm. Walkers. The undead. The infected.
Leaving the scientist to find her friends, Zoey left the scientist woman to make her way to wherever she felt the need to move to.
She sure as hell would want to see them as soon as possible, they might know as to what was happening. But where would they all be? Bill would sure as hell know – seeing that he was close to being bed buddies with a soldier on each outing since Zoey had been there. That and the fact the old man was right about most things zombie related. Francis could know, seeing as the guy always seemed to have something to say about anything and everything. Most of the time in a negative way. Then there's Louis the only guy in the facility who seems to be enjoying every moment of his fresh-air free life. The man about town, so to speak and the one who has a foot in the most important door.
She saw the latter approach her with a big mug of coffee, not quite sure what to do with himself and the strange event that seemed to be taking place. "Zoe! You know what's goin' on?" Francis bellowed over the loud klaxon, still on going.
"No! I don't know anything!" She shouted back as equally loud.
The bigger, burly man opened his arms out and nearly sloshed the coffee. "All I know is there's been a breach in the perimeter. Now everyone's running around like headless freaking chickens." He stood closer to her so they didn't have to yell so loudly.
"Where about in the perimeter?!" Her eyes grew wide as she replied, taking hedr voice down a notch.
"Uh, I saw Sam running around earlier. She said the gate at Level 2." Francis nodded in reply.
'Oh, god! Louis!' Zoey felt her blood run cold, her breath stilled and it seemed for a split second like the time did too. Swallowing hard, she looked around wildly. Trying to figure out a way to get to Level 2.
"Go on! Go on, damn it!" Louis yelled as a group of ashen faced undead sprawled their limbs dramatically. The fasted of which tried climbing the fence but was cleanly picked off with a few equally fast well-placed bullets. They tried climbing the fence which led to a supposed it was a balcony of some sorts that gave the military a place to go out, have a cigarette and survey the area for possible zombies.
A couple of soldiers accompanied Louis as he went about his work for the morning. What a thing to wake up to! Louis saw the wiring from the underground complex and the gate which he was now having to climb up slightly and fix. The coated wires had some loose strands and needed to be mended. Luckily, he had all the necessary equipment with him. A few strips of electrical tape and they would be able to high-tail it out of there. The soldiers then opened fire and tore through a couple of zombies with their silenced sub machine guns. Blood spurted through its chest, the bullet pierced the undead being's chest, destroying everything in its path. The sticky red liquid oozed down the torso and ran down the zombie's chin as he stumbled around trying to keep balance. It quickly eyed up the tasty meal dressed in a shirt and tie. Louis near enough ordered the army men to shoot and not hesitate before doing so on anything that looked like it was close to taking a chunk out of him.
"I think they followed the vehicle last night!" Louis yelled over his shoulder at his protectors. They waved the business end of their weapons around Louis' body. He opened the electrical box, restarted the circuit and just about plastered the wire in strong electrical tape. Tearing the final strip with his teeth, he straightened up.
About to move back, now with a up and running electrical charge running through the main gate. Which shocked anything with some serious volts if one of the infected outside the facility decided to climb the fence. "You think?" One of the soldiers yelled back. Louis was too busy trying to not get his face blown off to reply. After fixing the broken wire, he threw his hands over his head and taking one last look at the metal gate – the 6 foot barrier from them and the rabid zombies completely covered in chicken wire and intertwined electrical wires which fried zombies day and night.
Louis then ran, with his hands still covering the back of his head. Wind whipped around him as he ran, taking his breath and replacing it with ice. He breathed heavily and near enough tripped over his own feet before banging on the metal fire door.
Relieved was no way close enough to describing Louis' thoughts as he saw a cloud of grey smoke and a man who's beard was just about the same colour. He nodded his thanks and Bill opened the door a little further as he blew out a puff and slapped a hand on the slim black man's back in a reply of thanks and as a congratulations to fixing the problem.
Bill kept the fire door open as he looked around at the 'damage' that the infected had done. Nothing serious, just a snagged zombie who got caught in the wire underneath that tripped the alarm. The undead infected then began to shake and spark before all their eyes. The soldiers had blew away the guy from the fence as Louis got his butt into gear. "Alright, ladies. The threat has been dealt with, let's go!"
"Not yet, sir! Get back, we still need to rid the close radius of infected people." The nearest solider ordered.
"Ah, crap." Bill moaned, took his cigarette out of his mouth, throwing it into the enclosed space he then grabbed the man's gun. Getting an earful from the man in question, Bill jabbed the muzzle into a space in the chicken wire – he opened fire and mowed down the close radius of the undead, bloodied limbs flew through the air as bullets rippled and bounced of the ground after zipping through their bodies.
"The close radius has been eliminated, son." Bill handed the man back his gun and took in his look of astonishment.
"Now, let's damn well do something about that warning alarm. It'll draw more of 'em!" Louis grimaced then waved his arms around to beckon the people outside to get in the building as fast as possible. It was only a matter of time until they were all swarmed with sprinting infected. They weren't ready for another batch of screeching zombies. They certainly weren't ready for more then before.
Oooh! Something of a little cliff-hanger there! Hoped you liked this new chap! :D
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