What's up everybody? I'm going to State College with my family today, so I figured that I would update. Hope you like it. (If anyone's reading this at all…)
Chapter 9 The Adventure Begins anew! Awake the Slumbering Demon?
Jason and Gabriel were standing by the rooftop when the helicopter began firing. The machine gun turret began to spin up, and Bill ordered everyone off of the roof. Yes, he said, even the new Infected. They were almost near the door when bullets began spraying from the turret, turning the ground around them into a large piece of concrete Swiss cheese. A couple bullets found their marks, but in all the wrong places. A bullet glanced Jacob's shoulder, and another hit his arm. Gabriel got about five bullets to her side, and both of the Witches, male and female, whipped around and screamed at the chopper in animalistic fury. Jacob started sprinting across the bullet-riddled roof, and when he reached the edge of the roof, he flung himself off of the ledge towards the chopper.
The pilot saw the Infected Warlock flying through the air and panicked. He let his finger off of the trigger to the turret, ceasing the spray of death. Then Jason collided with the copter and began tearing the armored plating off of it, screaming all the time. When the chopper had taken enough damage, it began to smoke, and then it caught fire at the immense friction of Jason's claws scrabbling the metal. It then began to plummet to the ground with Jason still holding on.
After the impact, (Which caused another Tank to burst into flames) Jason stood amongst the wreckage, looking confused, hurt, and lost. Then he saw the pilot struggling under a propeller from his own helicopter, and he went over to him, picking him off the ground with one hand.
"Fastest route out of the city, please." He said sweetly, while slowly crushing his throat.
"*Gurgle* THERE *choke* ISN'T ONE!" He screamed, struggling uselessly in the Warlock's vice-like grip. "The only way out," he wretched, "Is to find the Army in the town of Trenton, and have them Evacuate you!"
"Thank you very much. Now run along, and do try not to run into any Infected. After all," Jason said, swiping the pilot's sidearm away from its holster, "You ARE unarmed."
Jason then released the pilot, and he scrabbled away into the street, already puling out his walkie-talkie to call in help. As the group walked away from where they left the pilot, they heard gunfire and screaming that sounded suspiciously human.
"Hm. Guess they didn't know that helicopters attract the Horde." Jaycee smirked cutely, totally out of line with Bill, Francis, Zoey, and Louis's horrified gaze. Then they shrugged, and together began the trek to Trenton, five miles away.
Two Hours Later
"Safe House ahead!" Bill called triumphantly, as everyone else sighed in relief. They had fought through WAVES of zombies to get here, and were finally at the edge of the town of Trenton. A barricade jutted up from all around the city, which looked as if a small nuclear bomb had hit it. After about an hour into the walk, Zoey had become fatigued to the point of passing out, and when Jason had noticed her dragging her feet and the tip of her ax dropping, he had gently scooped her off of the ground and began to carry the now-sleeping student over the rest of the distance.
Zoey stirred in his arms and looked around, her eyes still hazy with sleep and disorientation. "Where are we?" she murmured, and Jason's heart twanged sympathetically. She had had a rough day, with the meeting of all the Infected, the pilot, and having to walk almost two miles under extreme fatigue. He knew the others had gone through the same and more, but he really didn't care. All he cared about was keeping the Survivors from harm and escorting them from this new hell on earth. Anyway, once they learn the truth of his origins, he might as well jump off of a cliff onto sharp rocks, because a multitude of things would happen. Bill and Francis would react with cold, calculating precision; Louis would become quiet and cold to him, and worst, WORST OF ALL… Zoey would want nothing to do with him. He shuddered at the idea of not being able to speak to her, to hear her laugh, to feel her warm body at night, (Calm down, you perverts), and to be without her in any way. He wanted to protect her, because she reminded him that this world wasn't dead YET; that it MIGHT be able to be saved, if ONLY he could get this angel away from the demons attempting to corrupt her body and ravage her mind with this dreadful disease with he embodied.
No. If she could get away, he could know his wretched life had been FOR something, for preserving the most beautiful person on the planet.
And if the others got away, well, that was fine too.
So how was it? Please leave a review. Also, a little added seriousness for this author's note. This other author, called DeadAliveManiac, MIGHT help me with some ideas. So, shout out to him. Also, check out some of my othere stories for more sarcastic and perverted humor.
-Zombie14Slayer