By the time morning came, Ellis had stopped crying, and we were on our way again. Rochelle was looking abit sick; she was bitten right before we entered the safe house. They all thought she was immune, but I know better. She looked worse then Nate did.
And the smell. She smelt like death. I didn't even know people could smell like death. It was a rank smell, and I was the only one besides Cee who noticed it. I tried talking to Nick, Ellis, and Nate about it, but they didn't notice it. Rochelle was changing, and as much as I hated her, I couldn't leave her behind.
Because we both know I could plant directions into their brains and make them hate her, but I was nice, and didn't exacttly hold a grudge. Obviously, I'm not someone you want to get mad because I could kill you in the most painful way possible, but I'd perfer to hold back on... nah, actually, if I had my way, everyone would be dead by now. In the most painful way possible. But I'd rather have people like me then fear me.
We went up some stairs, down a road, entered a bar full of pool tables, rummaged around for abit. Cee ditched the shot gun for an AK-47 and I caught sight of a machete. I slid my frying pan onto my back and grabbed the machete.
We jumped out a window and into an abandoned construction site. The tell tale grunts of a Tank and the sobbing of a Witch. We froze; eyes wide, with fear running through our veins. We are completely and totally fucked.
With the rain that just passed through, we wouldn't be able to light a Tank on fire. We startle the Tank, we startle the Witch. We wouldn't be able to take both down at the same time. So, to sum things up, we are totally and completely fucked. That's it. End of story. Get lost...
On the bright side of things, once Cee gained a human form, my sickness went away. No more head aches, muscel aches, vomiting, itchy eyes, need to lay down. I'm free!
We continued on our way, caution thrown to the wind, knowing we were fucked anyways. Infact, we just might as well throw our weapons away, because we are completely and totally fucked anyways.
fucked. Thats all I can say. We're fucked. Butt fucked. Fucked sideways with a fucking rake. Fucked with a shovel. Just, plain, fucked.
With an enraged roar, a Tank came flying through a door. A startled scream from the Witch joined the Tanks snorts and grunts. We split into groups, one group tackling the Trouble Tank, the attacking the Wicked Witch. The Witch fell first, so Cee, Nate, and I joined the others in the fight for survival.
The Tank finally fell, most of us out of ammo, and the rest dangerously low. Rochelle and Ellis both were whacked around more then once. Ellis' had a few snapped ribs and Rochelle had a broken leg. Due to Ellis' and Rochelle's condition, we were slowed down, even more then before.
But, finally, finally, we made it to the safe house. Nick slid Ellis off of his shoulders, gently placing him down, and Coach sat Rochelle on the table full of ammo, guns, and health kits. We gave them health kits, not much more we can do until we get to an evacuation center.
Nate, Cee, and I collapsed on the ground after rebarricading the door; we were exhausted. Nick and Coach couldn't kill zombies because they were carrying someone, so the rest of us were left to kill zombies. We had to go through a sewar and run through sewars while an alarm was going. We thought we were screawed, but we finally made it through.
Nobody took watch that night. We knocked out Ellis and Rochelle, and the rest of us fainted from exhaustion two minutes later. The rain started up again; a constant drumming on the roof. It helped us relax abit more, tense muscels slowly coming undone.
A smile graced upon my lips, Cee's face mirroring mine. At least we made it through another day. And if we could kill a Tank and a Witch at the same time, we can take on anything.
A/N: Updates may take a bit longer then normal, for school has started. I can't wait to finish this story though. It's fun to write. Comments on how your first day of school went would be amazing. Freashmen in highschool, hell yeah! I feel kinda dwarfed though, all the Seniors are fucking tall.