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Another Living Nightmare

Witches part 2

"Ssshhh," Michael said.
"Don't..."
"Ssssshhh...Emily!"

It looked like some of the silos of sugar hadn't been emptied for some reason and some had fallen over, the sugar was over the car park.

The building was in the middle of being torn down during the time of the infected, they were half way through the process, it looked stable...for now and was probably crawling with the undead.

"Look...sharp," Eddie said as they started to walk around the outside of the facility.
The building was huge and instead of one, there were multiple buildings all doing different jobs.
They heard crying.
"Witch!" Emily said.
"Not one witch," Steve said.
"Two witches?"
"Sounds like four or five," Michael said.
"The sugar mill full of Witches?" Eddie asked.
"Hope they're all inside," Emily hoped.
"Some are out...I just see them." Ahead were two Witches and common infected.
They were walking around and crying.

Another noise met their ears.
"Smoker!" Michael said.
A tongue shot out of the mist and wrapped Emily and dragged her towards the Witches.
"AHH, ITS GOT ME! GET THIS SMOKER!"
"The Witches!" Michael said.

They ran after Emily and Eddie jumped and grabbed a hold of her right ankle, it slowed her down and he used his gun and shot the Smoker's tongue enough for it to rip but a bullet hit near a Witch causing her to be startled.
"WITCH ATTACK!"
It went for Eddie and Emily who were trapped on the floor.
Eddie moved over Emily to protect her from the Witch and closed his eyes waiting for the end.

Steve and Michael opened fire running at her.
The Witch recoiled as her head was hit by the volley of bullets and she fell over backwards whacking her head on the concrete and they aimed for her head killing her.

"Eddie, Emily, you both okay?" Steve asked looking at them.
"She dead?" Emily asked.
"Yeah," Michael replied.
"Sorry," Eddie said getting off Emily and to his feet.
"Its okay," she said straightening her glasses that managed to stay on her face during the incident.

Michael held out his right hand which she took and was pulled to her feet.
"Thanks," she said.
"No problem."
She pulled off the rest of the Smoker's tongue.
"What about that next Witch?" Emily asked.
"We'll have to kill her before we can continue," Eddie said.
"Probably," Steve said reloading his gun.
"We all shoot together, she'll fall before she gets close."
"3...2...1, FIRE!" Michael yelled and they opened fire on the Witch.
She screamed in range and charged the group with her claws like hands.
All four of them fired together in unison trying to bring down the ferocious animal like Zombie.

The Witch screamed in rage, anger and pain.
Some common Infected followed with her but they weren't important.
She finally fell in a pool of blood.
They turned their attention to the common Infected which fell a lot easier than the Witch did.

"Let's get the fuel, looks like a hurricane is coming," Steve said looking up at the clouds.
"A storm atleast," he added.

"We should hurry," Eddie said also looking up to the dark foreboding clouds that hung above them.

They continued to the wall they had to get through to get to the next gas station but they were stopped by more Witches.
"Damn, they must be attracted by the sugar."
"Max Witches," Emily sighed.
"How many this time?" Michael asked.
"I can only see one but there might be more around the corner, she's sat down," Emily said.
"I hate hiding Witches," Steve said.
"I hate Witches all together," Michael said.
"Let's get them!" he yelled.
"I'll give them something to cry about," Eddie said checking his loaded weapon.

They crept up to the Witches and found three.
"Think we can take them?" Michael whispered.
"All three? We're Witch food," Eddie replied.
"Nah, look, there's some piping, I can probably get them by whacking them on the head, someone will be bait."
"Great, we could shoot them," Eddie said.
"Good."

Michael got a metal pipe which was quite long, it took a few practice swings to get it right, using his baseball knowledge and hid around the side of a cabin.
Eddie shot the witches and got there attention.
The three of them opened up firing, one each witch.
"NOW!" Emily yelled.
Michael swung the pipe which was long enough to catch all three in the head, luckily they were running in close formation.
There was a loud noise as there heads came into contact with the pipe.
Michael dropped the pipe which was slightly heavy.
The witches had been taken off guard and were dizzy, quickly they went to the witches and all four of them went to town on shooting more holes in them than swiss cheese.

Once they were sure all were dead they started running towards the other side, the next two Witches they decided something different.
"Beyblades!" Eddie said.
"Yeah," Emily replied.
They pulled their blades out and launched.
It didn't take long for the Witches to be startled, since they couldn't see their attackers it was impossible and they vanished in a mist of blood before their blades came back and revealed two piles of guts.

"Nice," Michael said wiping Trygle clean.
They arrived at the wall, it was a high brick wall that hadn't been demolished yet with barb wiring on top.
"Shall we let our Beyblades do the talking?" Michael asked.
"Seems the best thing to do is to punch our way through," Eddie agreed.
"If Ray was here he'd probably able to leap that wall and we'd know if we were punching through the right side."
"He's not, ready, we might startle a few Witches," Michael said and they launched all together.

The wall shattered giving them a good passage and the Zombies on the other side fell back and then were covered in vomit as a Boomer exploded.
"Ah, Boomer shit!" Eddie yelled.
The Infected charged them as they wiped the puke off.

Quickly they had to shoot through the crowd of zombies that was attracted by the Boomer bile.
They found it awkward but eventually the tide turned and they killed the last of the horde.

"I see it, I SEE IT!" Eddie shouted.
"Let's go!" Emily said and they walked over to the gas station and inside were five gas tanks.
"Okay, we all take one and I'll take the extra," Michael said.
"One straps on the back and one I'll have to carry."
"How about we take turns carrying?" Steve suggested.
"That's cool I guess, reloading is a bitch though."
"We cover who ever holds the gas tank in hand," Eddie instructed.
"Definitely, every drop of fuel is needed," Emily agreed.

They left the gas station and started on a fast pace back towards the boat.
Michael was inside a "triangle of protection" since reloading was a pain he had to ration his clips.

Thankfully no new Witches had replaced the old ones so slipping through the sugar mill was easier on the return trip.
However more zombies slowed their progress down the street.

The houses were all deserted, doors ripped off the hinges, blood everywhere, cars smashed, burning, some houses boarded up with crosses drawn on with spray paint.
Words like "repent" spray painted onwards.

The boat was where they left it and they put the fuel into the tank and Michael started up the engine.
"Looks like we're home free guys!" Emily said.
Were they?

Author notes

Beywriter: Here's 10, let's hope Emily is correct.
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Story- Beywriter
Editor- Lirin Sama