Chapter 10- Altogether

Within minutes every last zombie in the alleyway had been killed, Louis and Zoey stared at the man in awe. The man had tattoos running from his neck to his wrists and wore a stained white shirt, a black leather vest and dark grey jeans. The man turned to see the two survivors watching him, so he aimed his gun at them both. Then a sharp click sounded from his AK-47 to show he had run out of bullets.
"Cheap piece if shit!" He mumbled under his breath, then took a pistol from his pocket and aimed it at them. Louis laughed and held out his hand.
"I'm Louis, and that's... Chloe" Louis smiled, causing Zoey to sigh.
"My name is Zoey." She said to both of them. Francis shook Louis' hand and smiled.
"The name's Francis, I'm a cop." He said happily. "I suggest we get outta this shit-hole, it stinks!" Then they continued onwards past the seemingly never-ending alleyway until they reached a light at the end of the alleyway.
"Heaven! I'm rid of this god-forsaken apocalypse!" Louis yelled to the heavens, causing Francis to chuckle a little. It turned out to be a safehouse ahead, and it was empty. compared to the alleyway; the street practically smelled like flowers dipped in chocolate even though there were bodies and abandoned cars covering the road separating them From the safehouse.
"Should we try the door?" Francis questioned what to do, Louis nodded hesitantly and they began to move forward. The building seemed to be only two-storey and the boards on the windows were covered in blood and scratch-marks; some nails were embedded in the wood. This was something Zoey found cringe-worthy; splitting your nail or accidentally ripping it off, just the thought of it sent shivers through her body. Francis used his foot in an attempt to kick it open, but it didn't work.
"Try pulling it, Einstein..." Zoey said sarcastically, she didn't mean to sound mean or even make him feel stupid; it was almost as if she had turned hostile towards everyone due to how much she lost in the zombie apocalypse. Francis took her advice and it slid open without much effort.
"Thanks... I hate doors." Francis mumbled. Just then masses of zombies piled through the door at once, causing the survivors to back-up for space. They took out their weapons and began shooting at the once-human infected. Blood, guts and body-parts flew through the air as the force of their bullets killed the zombies. Francis seemed to be loving it and was yelling obscenities at the infected.
"Fuck yeah you dirty vampires, hungry for bullets?" Francis shouted, as more infected piled around them. Soon all the infected were dead, and the survivors were tired.
"I hate zombies, but I love the apocalypse!" Francis mumbled, out of breath. Then he continued onwards to the building and carefully walked in, making sure there were no zombies there. Louis and Zoey followed close behind him, as Zoey was becoming lost in her thoughts. She thought about the times she had spent with her father, the times she argued with her mother and the time she watched dawn of the dead with her best friend, and her friend never wanted to see a horror movie again. Then something thin wrapped around her arms and torso, she looked down to see it was a grey, extremely-long tongue. The fear prevented her from screaming out to the others, she could only whisper "help" as she was being dragged back through the alleyway, pulled through the corpses that lay on the ground. She was pulled upwards and clawed-hands began clawing at her back. The pain was unbearable and she could feel blood running down her back and staining her shirt. Then the thing stopped with a loud cough and smoke surrounded Zoey as she got up, causing her to cough. She got a good look at this creature to see it had pale-grey skin and large tumours on it's face and neck, it was the most hideous thing she had ever seen. Then something jumped from the fence to the ground, causing her to aim her gun at it.
"Kid, we ain't got time for this, move!" The voice said loudly, and Zoey was too scared to do otherwise and followed him back to the street. They made their way to the safehouse, where Louis and Francis sat there raising their eyebrows at the old man standing in front of them. Zoey cleared her throat nervously,
"Guys, this is Bill..."