Writer's block and school suck. I was gonna make this two separate chapters, but I just wanted to get this done already.
Previously on Surviving the Dead: Chris is talked out of killing an infected Ezekiel, and Ezekiel decides to go through with the infection. At Travis's compound, the lone scientist named Cooper reveals to Scarlett that the outbreak was caused by an evolved case of airborne Ebola. So now anyone who dies without the brain being destroyed or if they are bitten by the infected, they will come back as one of the undead. Also, Heather was brutally raped by Tanner (one of the few times we will actually feel bad for her). Back with Shawn's group, Nicole reveals to Rodney that she's gay, and Jasmine, Brick, and Connor encounter a man who claims to know where their friends are…
Jasmine and the two men turned to face Gareth.
"What did you say?" asked Brick.
"I said th-that I think I know wh-where they are," Gareth stuttered.
Jasmine walked closer to Gareth. "Where are they?" she said.
Gareth stared up at her, silently. "Th-They were c-captured."
"Captured? You mean they were taken?" Jasmine asked.
"Y-Yes. They w-were most likely t-taken by T-Travis's p-people," he said.
"Who the hell is Travis?" Connor asked.
"Travis i-is the l-leader of a group of th-thugs who g-go out and t-take people b-back to their f-f-factory. Th-They use the men t-to w-work, and the g-girls are used to p-perform s-sexual act on the thugs," Gareth revealed, when Cody, Sammy, Roger, and Tyler walked up behind Gareth.
"Who's this chap?" Roger pointed at Gareth.
"This is Gareth," Connor answered. "He says that he knows what happened to our friends."
"He does? Well then, let's head back to camp to tell the others," said Cody.
"Fine, but they're not gonna like what they hear," said Connor.
Scarlett walked through the overgrown grass towards one of the roamer pits that Cooper had mentioned. When she reached the pit, she reached the large harness Cooper had given her and reached down into the pit, trying to snag one of the three zombies that had fallen in. After a few unsuccessful tries, she was able to snag a male zombie with its left arm missing.
"Come on, come," she said to herself as she attempted to hoist the zombie up out of the pit. When she realized she wasn't getting anywhere, she looked over and saw Shawn tending to the pigs. "Hey Shawn Could you give me a hand?" she called out. Shawn hopped over the small wooden fence and walked over to Scarlett.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Jesus, you look awful," Scarlett commented. She was referring to Shawn's appearance, because he was covered in mud.
"Yeah, those porkers sure love to get all over ya," Shawn said. "So anyway, whadaya need help with?"
"I'm trying to get this bastard out of this pit, but I'm having some trouble," she explained. "Could you help me out?"
Shawn walked behind Scarlett and grabbed the back of the harness. "On three: One, two, three!" The two teens lifted the struggling zombie out of the pit and flung it on the ground before Scarlett wrapped the harness around the zombie's neck.
"Thanks," Scarlett thanked.
"No problem. But, why do you need one of them?" Shawn asked.
"Cooper, the scientist here, wants me to bring him one so he can conduct some experiments. Oh, and by the way, he knows what caused the outbreak," the braniac replied.
The last statement caught Shawn's attention. "He does? What happened?"
"Apparently, Ebola had evolved and now every living human has the virus," she said.
"But wait, if we all have Ebola, why aren't we dead?" Shawn perked.
"Cooper said that even though every person has the virus inside them, via the air, the virus is not activated unless a person is bitten by a zombie, or if they die and the brain isn't destroyed. It reactivates the brain stem and gets you up and walking around after you're dead," Scarlett continued.
Shawn couldn't believe it. "Wow, when Ebola started going around, I told my dad that Ebola may bring zombies to life, but he laughed at me every time I brought it up! Ha, man," he said.
"Well, anyway, I have to get back. But listen," Scarlett gestured for Shawn come closer. She cupped her hand over her mouth and whispered, "Do you have a plan of escape yet?"
Shawn sighed. "Not yet. I'm gonna talk with Chef and the others later today and maybe even tonight. I'm pretty sure since you're not a slave, you'll be sleeping in the same cell as us tonight?"
"I'm not sure, but it's possible. I'll see ya around," Scarlett said as she walked off with her zombie, who was tirelessly attempting to grab her. As he watched her walk back towards the factory, Shawn breathed a sigh of uncertainty.
"I just hope we all make back," he said and began to make his way back to the pigsty.
Travis was sitting at his desk, reading a copy of The Well of Loneliness, when he decided that he wasn't in the mood for anymore reading. He marked his place with a bookmark, and pulled out his walkie-talkie. "Yo Pete!" he said into the device, "I think I'm ready for that princess girl from earlier. Bring her in for me, would ya?"
A few minutes had passed, and soon Travis heard the familiar knocking on his office door. Pete entered the room, dragging Ella by the arm. "I got her, boss!"
"Very good, that'll be all Pete," Travis dismissed. Pete nodded and exited the room, locking the door behind him.
"Y-You wanted to see me, sir?" Ella asked.
Travis nodded, smiling. "Yes, my dear. Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair opposite him. Ella hesitantly strolled over to the chair and sat down.
"Do you like it here?" Travis asked.
Ella narrowed her eyes. "I guess. I noticed that we didn't get much to eat for breakfast," she said.
The well-dressed man nodded. "Hm, yes. Our workers work better on light stomachs. If we give them too much, they don't do their jobs as well as we'd like them to," he said, his eyes locked with Ella's. "I want you to understand something: this is how the world was always meant to be. I believe that the dead rising is nature's way of restoring the world back to its natural state." Travis didn't say anything else after that, and for a while the room was completely silent.
Ella finally spoke back: "Oh, I see…." Her voice trailed off.
Travis's smile soon faded from his face. "And one thing I love about the new world is that men are on top again…..Now take off your clothes."
"W-What?" she asked nervously.
"You heard me," Travis said sternly. He opened one of the drawers and pulled out a Smith and Wesson M&P before chambering a round and aiming the pistol at Ella. "And if I think you're holding back, you and I are gonna have a serious fucking issue here."
Ella, not wanting to take a bullet to the dome, slowly began stripping in front of Travis, small tears beginning to form in her innocent eyes. Travis stood up (still aiming his pistol) and pushed Ella onto his cot after she was down to her white bra and panties. Travis unbuckled his pants with one hand and, well, you know what happens.
"And so th-that's p-pretty much it," Gareth finished telling everybody. The survivors couldn't believe what this man had just said to them.
"Wait, let me get this straight. This guy is saying that our friends were kidnapped by a group of thugs, taken to a factory in the middle of nowhere, and now they're being worked/raped right now as we speak?" DJ said, trying to put everything together.
"That's right," said Brick.
"And he knows this how, again?" asked Noah.
"I e-escaped from their c-c-compound a-about a day ago. One of the p-prisoners, Joshua, was a-able to help m-me escape when the guards w-weren't looking," Gareth replied.
"But the real question is, do you know where it's at from here?" asked Courtney.
"N-Not far, I think," said the man. "If I r-remember correctly, it's about…. a day's walk from here, but s-since you guys have c-cars, we can g-get there faster."
"Yeah, only one problem though. A good number of our tires have been shot," said Scott, who was on his knees, pointing to one of the wheels to the camper.
"Y-Yeah. About that, Travis orders his men t-to slash/sh-shoot the t-tires to any v-vehicles that a group possesses, s-so that they c-can't be followed. But, if we l-l-leave now, we can p-probably make it there by late in the n-night or in th-the e-early morning," said Gareth.
"How tight is the security?" asked Eva.
"According to Gareth, it's pretty secure," said Jasmine. "However, even though they've got guards patrolling the perimeter, not a lot of those bastards are patrolling."
Lightning cocked his sawed-off shotgun. "Well, what are we sha-waiting for? Why don't just go in and shoot up them motherfuckers?"
"Because we lack the firepower, dumbass!" said LeShawna.
Tyler got an idea. "Wait, if he's been there, he must know where the weapons are kept, right?" she asked.
Gareth looked around nervously. "W-Well…I don't know for sure w-where in the f-factory the weapons are k-kept, but I do know that T-Travis and his men have a bunch of a-a-automatics and shotguns locked up, maybe some handg-guns too. But ag-gain, p-probably not a whole lot."
This idea sparked some hope in the members of the group. "Well, if that's for real, a few of us should go in, sneak out some guns, shoot up them fuckers, and high-tail it outta there!" said Vince, chambering a round in his M14.
"That seems a little risky. Can't we try to negotiate with them?" asked Sam.
"Have you not been listening? They clearly have more firepower than us, and given what our new group member has told us, this Travis and his goons seem like pretty bad dudes. We may have to go with what Vince said," Chelsea put her hand on Sam's shoulder.
"I agree. I want my Heather back, and I will castrate every puto that raped her," Alejandro said, pulling out his machete.
"Yeah, and God knows what they're doing to Gwen," said a concerned Trent, accompanied by Cody nodding.
"You know, Izzy has a way of getting her companions out," Izzy said. "Although, it's a bit drastic to most of you. While Izzy was out searching, she found a bunch of zeds all bunched together in the woods exactly two kilometers away from here. We can use them as a distraction, while Gareth and a few of you chickens head inside to get everybody out."
Everyone stared at Izzy. Even though Izzy wasn't the best person to look for smart ideas due to her psychotic nature, this one seemed rather tempting. "How far is it again?" asked Connor.
"Precisely two kilometers!" Izzy stated again.
"What do you think we should do, Jasmine?" Sammy asked.
Her tall friend thought and thought, until coming to a conclusion. "How big is the crowd of zombies, Izzy?"
"HUGE!" she shouted with her arms stretched out to emphasize.
"Hm…..Okay, here's what's gonna happen. Izzy, Vince, Rodney, Nicole, and Roger will go back to retrieve the zombies," she said. "I will drive the SUV towards the factory and we'll use that to lure the zombies. Once we get there, me, Brick, Gareth, Alejandro, and Courtney will infiltrate the compound and look for Shawn and the weapons cache. With the guards occupied, we should be able to slip out of there with ease. All in?"
"I'm in," said Connor.
"Same," said Sky, raising her Beretta.
"Count us in," said Amy as she held Sammy in a chokehold.
"Let's go sha-kick some ass!" exclaimed Lightning.
"Whatdaya say, Chris?" said Zoey.
Chris shrugged. "Meh, I guess," he said unenthusiastically.
"All right, let's go!" Jasmine said. Soon all the survivors got their stuff together to depart. Nicole checked the ammo in her P99 pistol before walking up to Izzy.
"You got this?" Nicole asked.
"Relax, blondie. Where there's an Izzy, there's a way!" she shouted proudly. "Let's go, bitches!" Izzy ran off into the woods, leaving the others behind.
"Is sh-she always l-like that?" Gareth asked Harold.
"You have NO idea, dude," the geek sighed.
Shawn finished cleaning the pigpen as he was instructed. He knew that the guards would make him do it again in the future, as the little porkers would just make it dirty again in less than a day. He walked over to the Hispanic guard who was watching the other men tend to the crops.
"All right, I'm done. What should I do now?" Shawn asked.
"Get down and get croppin'!" said the guard, pointing to the ground. Shawn sighed and go down on his hands and knees.
He leaned over and whispered to Chef, "I'm trying to put together a plan to bust out of here. Have any ideas?"
"Not a thing," the black cook replied. "I thought we could try overthrowing the two guards here, but the sound of the commotion may make Pete and the others come out here."
"Oh yeah, that's true," Shawn said, disappointed. He stood up with a few potatoes in his hands and walked over to the group wheelbarrow. He dropped the vegetables in, and saw the other guard standing over Miles.
"No, no, no! You're going to slow!" the guard shouted and slapped Miles on the back of the head.
"Hey! You can't treat him like that!" Shawn shouted. The guard looked up and noticed Shawn standing there.
"The fuck did you just say to me?" He cocked his M16 and quickly made his way over to the teenager. "Say that again," said the thug with venom in his voice.
"I said you can't treat him like that. He's just a kid," he repeated.
The man just stared into Shawn's eyes for what seemed like eternity until he whipped Shawn across the face with the buttstock of his rifle, sending Shawn to the ground. The muscular man delivered another blow, this time to his stomach. Joshua ran up behind the guard and jumped on his back, causing him to drop his M16.
The guard shouted "Get off me, kid!" but Joshua wouldn't let go. He was able to bring the man to the ground and began punching him repeatedly until the Hispanic guard fired his shotgun into the air. As expected, Joshua stopped punching and turned to look where the gunshot came from, giving the other guard the opportunity to sucker punch Joshua across the jaw.
The Hispanic guard reached for his walkie-talkie. "Pete, you and the boys need to get out here. We got some fellas who think they're top notch," he muttered.
Within minutes, Pete came riding out on his motorcycle towards the group, with Brian following close behind on his own motorcycle. "What's up?" Pete asked.
"Take these two to Travis," said the first guard, blood dripping from his mouth. He pushed Shawn and Joshua forward with his M16.
"All righty, let's go you two," said Pete. Shawn hopped on the back of Pete's motorcycle and Joshua hopped on the back of Brian's and they sped off back towards the factory. After parking, Pete and Brian dragged the two teens through the hallways until they reached the stairway to Travis's office.
"Move it," Brian ordered. Joshua shot him a glare before ascending up the stairs, followed by Brian, Shawn, and Pete. "Yo, Travis, we got a little prob-….Uh, this is a bad time, isn't it?" Brian said. Travis was frozen still, his member deep inside Ella, who was lying on the cot, with duct tape over her mouth and tears streaming down her face.
"Um…..No," said Travis. He pulled out of Ella and began to zip his pants back up. "What's up?"
Brian pointed at Joshua. "This asshole attacked Larry and nearly broke his face," he said.
Travis walked over to Joshua. "Is this true, son? Did you hit Larry?" Joshua didn't have time to answer, as Travis punched him in the gut. Joshua collapsed to the floor, clutching himself. "DID YOU?!" Travis shouted. He kicked Joshua again, this time in the chest.
"Leave him be!" Shawn protested, but was held back by Pete. While Travis continued to beat up Joshua, Shawn looked over to Ella, who was still weeping softly. She locked eyes with him, and he could see that she was scared and in pain. Her eyes seemed to scream, "Help me!"
Travis kicked Joshua one last time, before stepping back to catch his breath. "Brian, take this scum back to his cell," he commanded. The thug picked up Joshua and threw him over his shoulder before exiting.
"Why is he here?" Travis pointed to Shawn.
"Your man Larry was abusing Joshua's brother, so I stood up for him. I know you like your work being done for you, but he's just a kid for Christ's sake!" Shawn told the leader.
"Is that what this is about? You bad-mouth one of my men and the other guy hits him?" Travis grabbed Shawn by the front of his sweater and held him close to his face. "I told you when I first met you, Shawn. We are the ones who are destined to be in control. It is people like that kid Larry disciplined who are chosen by nature to do our bidding. So what if he hits him? Big fucking whoop!" He shoved Shawn back to Pete. "Take him back outside to the crop field."
Pete nodded and dragged Shawn down the stairs as Travis kicked the door shut. He turned to Ella. "Now, where were we?" he asked as he unzipped his pants.
Izzy, Nicole, Rodney, Vince, and Roger trekked through the forest, searching for the large herd of zombies that Izzy mentioned. Izzy stopped in her tracks and gave a small "Shush!" The other four young adults stopped behind her, weapons drawn. Izzy pointed ahead, and sure enough, a large herd of zombies were walking away from them, all bunched together.
Izzy pulled out her walkie-talkie. "Yo, Jaz! We found them!" she whispered loudly.
"All right, fire away!"
Nicole and Vince fired their guns into the air, successfully getting the attention of the zombies. Izzy pulled out two bullhorns and blasted them, while Nicole and Vince fired more rounds.
"You guys head back! Izzy's got this!" Izzy ordered.
"Are you sure?" asked Rodney.
"Yes, just go!" The other four looked at one another, and ran off in the opposite direction while Izzy stayed behind. As the dead inched closer, Izzy slowly began to walk backwards. "That's right, my pretties. Follow the Izzy!" She blew the bullhorns again and this time sprinted towards the campsite. "They're coming everybody!" Izzy shouted. All the other survivors ran towards the main road.
Jasmine, who already had the white SUV parked on the main road, honked the SUV's horn. "Come on, guys!" she shouted. Everyone piled behind the car as Izzy came running out of the woods, the zombies close behind her.
"Floor it, Aussie!" Izzy shouted. Jasmine put the car in drive and slowly began edge the car forward to allow the zombies to follow easily.
"Do we just keep going straight, Gareth?" Jasmine asked.
Gareth, his head buried in a map, looked up at the driver. "Yes, j-just keep g-going until we c-come t-to an intersection," he stuttered.
In the very back of the vehicle, Ezekiel through up again into his bucket. "It's all right Zeke," Bridgette tried to comfort him as she fanned him with Geoff's hat.
"I really ap-preciate this, eh," Ezekiel managed to say without puking. "Hey, Bridge, I…wanna s-say something."
Bridgette stopped fanning him. "What is it?"
Ezekiel didn't say anything for a moment, until: "I'm sorry….I'm sorry for all th-those things I said about girls…back during Total Drama Island," he weakly said, his eyes shut tight. "My father believed that stuff…..I was just…. repeating what he said." Ezekiel's voice was down to a whisper now. "The truth is….you're great. You're a strong, capable person and…I'm sorry."
Bridgette couldn't believe what she was hearing. Ezekiel was apologizing? This was all new to her. "Wow, Zeke. I really appreciate that. And I must admit, I'm sorry too….for being so hard you so quickly. I know you didn't get out much, and that wasn't entirely your fault," she said. "I guess we were both in the wrong, huh?" She didn't hear anything. She looked down at the prairie boy.
"Zeke?" she asked. Nothing; he sat still in his seat. "Oh no." She put her ear to his bare chest, but couldn't hear anything; Zeke was gone.
Bridgette stared at Ezekiel, tears beginning to form in her emerald green eyes. She brought Ezekiel's body close to her chest, hugging it tightly and softly sobbing into his hair. "I'm sorry," she whispered in between sobs. Bridgette held him for a little longer before taking her hunting knife in her hand. In one quick motion, she drove it into the back of Zeke's neck.
Jasmine swore she could hear crying and looked back. "What's going on, girl?" she asked.
Bridgette wiped the tears from her eyes. "Zeke's gone," she said.
"I'm sorry about that. Did you stop him?"
"Yes," she said, holding up her now blood-stained hunting knife.
"Right, we'll bury him later," Jasmine said.
*Later That Evening*
Pete finished locking up the last of the prisoners in their cell. "Nighty night, y 'all!" he cackled. Pete walked back up the basement stairs and flipped off the lights before slamming the door.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Shawn asked Joshua as Jo lit the candlestick.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Besides, I've experienced worse," said the shaggy teen. He had a visible black eyes and a chipped tooth. "I wanna say thanks for sticking up for Miles."
"It's no problem. They can hit us, but they can't hit kids," Shawn said back. "Are there any others kids here?"
"There was one last week, but she was given to Nathan as a slave. She died after Nathan probed her privates with a knife as punishment for not giving him oral sex," said Miles, who sat in the other corner of the room next to a tired Ryan.
"You know what we should've done? We should've killed Pete when we had the chance so we could sneak out of here without anyone noticing," said Kenny.
"Perhaps, but how could we do it without causing too much noise?" asked Jo.
"Y 'all could've strangled him!" shouted a young prisoner from one of the other cells. Shawn and the others groaned at not taking the chance.
In Cooper's lab, Scarlett removed her knife from the zombie's skull. The specimen she acquired earlier proved to be too wild for her and Cooper, so she was forced to kill it and go retrieve another one. However, this turned out to be a lost cause as this one was even more wild than the previous one.
"Damn it, that's the third one this week!" Cooper griped.
"What can we do? These things are too aggressive," said Scarlett. She walked over to the other side of the room and plopped down in a small recliner while Cooper lit a cigarette.
"You want one?" he offered.
"Sure, what the hell," Scarlett shrugged and took one from the packet. Cooper lit it up for her and she puffed out a large cloud of smoke.
"Do you ever dream of getting out? Of this place, I mean," Scarlett asked.
"Oh, darling, I pray for it every night before I go to sleep. Don't get me wrong, what I'm doing could potentially turn the tide of our situation, but I cannot handle Travis's men anymore. They're too aggressive for my liking," said the scientist. He stroked his long black beard. "I think with just a little bit more time, we may be able to figure this out."
"But how? You said it yourself, all your previous attempts have ended in failure, so how can you be positive of a breakthrough now?" Scarlett put the cigarette between her lips.
"I don't know; maybe it's just the small part of the human spirit to keep on going," Cooper said.
"Hey, there's one thing I forgot to ask you earlier: How does place still have power?" she asked.
"This factory has its own generators. However, Travis has ordered the lights be turned off at 9:00 to conserve energy," Cooper answered. "And it is currently…." He checked his silver watch. "8:45, so the lights should be cutting off pretty soon."
Scarlett then remembered one more thing. "Oh, also, do I have to sleep in that cell again?"
Cooper shook his head. "No, there's a small room next door where I sleep and it's got an air mattress. You can sleep there if you want. Speaking of sleep, we should probably get some rest. I wanna dissect this one tomorrow to see if I can get any information from," he said, pointing to the zombie Scarlett had just killed.
Scarlett threw her cigarette on the ground and stomped on it, putting it out. "Okay, good night," she said.
"Night, Scarlett," Cooper said. Scarlett left the room and went into the room next door, hoping to get some sleep. However, she would not be getting much of it…
Jasmine pulled up to the side of the fence of the property. "Is this it, Gareth?" she asked.
Gareth looked out the window. "Oh yeah, th-this is it," he said.
Jasmine rolled the window down and hollered at the others. "This is the place! We're gonna head down a little farther, but leave the zombie's here! With that big of a herd, they might tear down the fence!" she shouted. She put the vehicle in drive again and headed down the way, the rest of the group following close behind. Meanwhile, the zombie horde had picked up some more dead ones along the way, and was now starting to pile up against the fence.
The group pulled to the front gates of the factory and Jasmine and Gareth hopped out, the former pulling the hammer back on her revolver.
"Ready guys?" she asked. Gareth, Alejandro, Lightning, Courtney, and Brick nodded, their pistols ready (except Courtney and Lightning, as they were using Shawn's shotgun and the sawed-off shotgun respectively). "Let's get Shawn back!" The six of them broke the gate lock with a bolt cutter and made their way to through the parking lot to the main building.
Sal, who was on patrol in that area, stopped in his tracks when he saw the massive horde of zombies at the fence.
"Holy shit!" he shouted. "Nathan, Larry! Get your asses out here! We got a problem!" he screamed into his radio.
Inside the factory, Brian locked Gwen in her large dog-cage. Gwen was still naked from being raped, and had a black eye.
"That wasn't too bad, but how about tomorrow you cooperate a little more, kay?" Brain asked, removing his leather jacket. Brian then jumped down on his cot and fell asleep in merely a few seconds. Gwen huddled into a ball and began sobbing softly, until she noticed something on the ground. It was a comb. The comb was close to the cage, almost at arm's reach. Gwen stuck her hand out of the cage and tried to grab the comb.
After trying to grab it for four minutes, she finally grabbed ahold of the comb. "Yes!" she whispered to herself and used the comb to lightly push the door handle up and pushed the cage door open quietly as to not wake up Brian. She stood up and stretched herself before walking over to her clothes that had been discarded on the floor and started to get dressed.
Back outside, Nathan and Larry ran up to Sal, their automatics locked and loaded. "Whoa, what the hell?" exclaimed Larry.
"I don't know but start shooting, there are too many of them and they're starting to cave in the fence!" Sal ordered and extended the stock on his Uzi before firing away. The two other thugs soon began firing their battle rifles at the zombies on the other side of the fence. They fired until their ammunition ran out, to which they began firing their Colt 1911s.
"There are too many of them! We need backup!" said Nathan.
"Well go get some!" shouted Sal as he shot another zombie. Nathan made a mad dash for the factory, not wasting a single second. However, Nathan was in such a rush, that he forgot to close the back door, leaving it ajar. And unfortunately for them, help would not come in time, as the zombie horde's weight caused the old fence to cave in, allowing the undead to flood in.
"Let's bail!" Sal said. He and Larry turned to run, but Larry tripped on a rock, which gave one zombie the opportunity to get on top of him and bite off a chunk of his cheek.
"SHIT!" Larry screamed as he tried to shoot the other zombies that were heading in his direction. He was only able to strike one in the head before he was overwhelmed. Sal could hear his companion screaming from within the horde before inserting a fresh magazine into his 1911. However, after three shots, the pistol jammed, and Sal was tackled to the ground while trying to unjam it. The last thing he saw before he died was a zombie ripping out his intestines and dozens of pale, decaying faces and hands trying to get their share.
Tanner had stripped Heather down and had just dropped his pants when he heard the faint sound of gunfire coming from outside.
"What the- AWWWWWWWWWW!" Tanner looked down to see Heather biting down on his penis. He tried to shake her off of him, but Heather had already let go, and Tanner came tumbling down. Before he knew it, Heather had punched him in the nose, and then punched him in the nuts. He looked down and saw that the head of his penis was missing.
Heather spat Tanner's penis head out of her mouth and it landed on Tanner's chest. "Rape that, shithead," she said before kicking him in the crotch, causing her captor to yelp with pain.
"You stupid bitch! You bit off my dick!" Tanner shouted in a high pitched voice. Heather began dressing herself while Tanner writhed on the ground in agony. After getting fully dressed, Heather picked up Tanner's Colt Detective revolver and pulled back the hammer, aiming it at his head.
"Yes, please kill me, please!" Tanner begged, grasping his bloody crotch. Just at that moment, the door busted open, and there stood Alejandro, aiming his silver 1911. In the background, Jasmine and the others could be seen peering into the room behind him.
Alejandro gasped in shock. "Heather!" he exclaimed with happiness. He ran up and hugged his girlfriend tightly.
"Oh God, Alejandro! Am I actually glad to see you!" Heather said. Alejandro gave Heather a kiss.
"¿Estás bien, bella?" he asked in Spanish, caressing her cheek.
"Yeah, I'm fine now," was all she said before the Latin broke the momentary silence.
"So this is the bastardo," he said. He aimed his pistol at his head but Heather stopped him.
"No, wait. He's suffering enough, let's just go." This shocked Alejandro.
"Are you sure?"
Heather nodded. Alejandro looked at Heather, then down at Tanner before flipping on the safety and putting the 1911 in the front of his pants. The two started to leave, but Heather turned to the caged Vivian.
She looked down at Tanner. "I believe you two have unfinished business," she said. She suddenly shot off the lock of the cage, and the former slave-turned-zombie stumbled out of the cage. The zombified Vivian wasted no time in getting on her knees and biting Tanner on the center of the throat, causing him to cough up blood.
"Okay, we can go now," Heather stated. The survivors fled the scene while Vivian continued knowing on Tanner's defenseless body.
"Heather, where are Shawn and the others?" asked Courtney.
"They're in the basement. Come on!" she said, leading the way. They turned a corner, and saw two thugs running with their guns drawn. Thankfully, they were gunned down by the gang before they could do anything.
"Take their guns," Jasmine ordered. Gareth picked up an M16, Heather picked up an MP5A2, and Courtney picked up a Beretta 92FS.
"Where's the basement?" Courtney asked Heather. The Asian pointed to the door at the end of the hallway.
When they reached it, Lightning tried to open it, but to no success. "This door must be broken or something. It's not sha-working!" he said stupidly.
"Move, meat-for-brains!" said Courtney and blasted the door open with Shawn's shotgun.
They practically ran down the staircase and flipped on the lights, waking up those who were already asleep from the day's work.
Shawn couldn't believe his eyes and sprang up from the ground. "Jasmine! Oh boy, am I glad to see you guys!" he said.
"Sha-get out of the way! We're gonna shoot off the lock!" said Lightning. Shawn and his cellmates moved away as Lightning blasted off the small padlock with his shotgun.
The prisoners exited their cell, and Shawn and Jasmine shared a small kiss. "Be sure to free the others," he reminded. Courtney and Lightning likewise freed the other inmates from their cells.
"How did you know we were here?" asked Chef.
"M-Me," Gareth raised his hand. "Hey, Josh."
"Gareth, buddy!" Joshua gave Gareth a hug, to which the stutterer returned. "Good to see ya again!"
"What's going on outside? I swear I thought I heard what sounded like gunshots," said Ryan.
"We were able to lure a large herd of zombies here to distract Travis's men so we could sneak in and rescue you," explained Brick.
"Wow, good work G.I. Joke!" Jo complimented.
"We need to get out of here quickly. The dead may already be in the compound if they haven't been stopped or controlled," said Miles. No one else said anything as they all bolted up the stairs to escape. They wandered the halls until they came across a door with the words, "Weapons Room" conveniently painted on the window. After turning on the lights, they saw various rifles, shotguns, and carbines lining the walls, as well as a single crate full of handguns.
"Take what you can!" ordered Shawn, who picked up a Chinese AK-47 with a small bayonet folded under the handguard. He turned to Jasmine. "Also, pack some weapons for the others outside too."
Brick picked up an M16A1 with a bayonet on the end. "I've always wanted a rifle like this," he said, chambering the rifle.
After everyone chose at least two weapons, they all piled out into the hallway, but rather cramped due to all the other people that had been freed.
Shawn Jasmine, and Lightning each had a duffel bag of guns slung on their backs. Shawn looked around at his friends and the other prisoners. "We're armed, and we're large. Let's blow this joint!" he shouted, throwing his Chinese AK-47 in the air. Everyone shouted a big "HOORAW!" before everyone except Shawn and his people ran down the hallway. One man in his early 50's stopped in front of Shawn and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks you," he said. Shawn patted him on the arm and the man ran off to join his comrades.
"Wait, w-we're just g-gonna l-let them g-go off on their own?" asked Gareth.
"Their numbers are big enough. I'm sure they can handle themselves," said Shawn. "Now, who are we missing?"
"Gwen, Scarlett, and-" Brick started to say when Ryan ran in the opposite direction.
"Ryan, where are you going?" Shawn called out.
"I'm gonna try to find Stephanie! I'll catch up!" the muscular man called back. Shawn thought about trying to convince him to forget her, but Ryan had already left the group before he could say anything. He nudged his group to follow him and ran off as more gunfire rang out.
It was surprising that Travis didn't wake up until he heard gunshots coming from inside the factory. He sprang up from his cot, completely naked from rape Ella again, and ran to his desk. He turned on his laptop and pulled up the security footage. On one camera, he could see Shawn and the others firing their new acquired guns at a guard that stumbled into their path.
"What the hell? How is that possible?" Travis muttered. He then checked another camera, the one near the back door. To his horror, he could see the massive horde heading towards the factory. "Oh shit!" he quietly cursed and immediately began dressing himself.
Ella rubbed her eyes and yawned. "What's happening?" she asked.
Travis finished putting on his dress shoes. "Get your stuff together, Sleeping Beauty, we're leaving," he ordered.
"What?" Ella asked, confused.
"I said get dressed, we don't have a lot of time!" Travis shouted. Ella, still half-awake, willingly obliged and started putting her princess-like clothes on while Travis began packing his escape bag. He put his Smith and Wesson M&P in his holster, then reached under his desk and pulled out an AKM. He grabbed Ella by the arm and exited his office.
Nathan ran through the factory, searching for anyone to help him fight off the zombies. He ran into Scarlett and Cooper, who had just woken up.
"Nathan, what in the name of Saint Peter is going on?" asked Cooper, who was still wearing his lab coat and full clothing.
"There's a big herd heading this way. I need y'all's help," he said, he reached into his holster and gave Cooper his Colt 1911. "Take this to defend yourself. Shoot to kill, otherwise they'll-"
BANG!
Nathan felt a ray of pellets go through his back, and his corpse fell in front of Cooper and Scarlett's feet. Their shirts covered in blood, they looked to see Joshua aiming a double-barreled shotgun at where Nathan once stood. Soon everyone else came around the corner.
"Well, thanks for getting blood on my sweater Joshua," Scarlett griped.
"Sorry about that, but we gotta get outta here. The zeds are coming," said the shaggy teen.
"How big is the herd?" asked Cooper.
"Pretty damn big, now I suggest we all find the exit and bail before we're either shot or eaten," said Alejandro. The group then took off once again, but Scarlett noticed that Cooper hadn't moved and was staring inside his lab.
The evil genius ran back to him. "Cooper, what are you doing? We have to go now!" Scarlett asked.
Cooper calmly said, "My research….I can't give that up."
"If we don't hurry, we might not make it. Besides, you might not have been close to a cure anyway," Scarlett continued.
"You don't know that!" Cooper yelled at her face.
"But this is your opportunity to escape! Didn't you tell me not too long ago that you prayed you would get out? Well, here's your chance! Take it!" Scarlett tried convincing him.
"I know very well what I said, it's just…..I may not get another chance to try to find a solution," Cooper pouted.
Scarlett sighed. "Okay, you can either come with us to freedom, or you can stay here and die with your findings. However, if you come with us, if we find a safe place somewhere, you may get the opportunity to do this again," she told him.
Cooper thought for a moment, not saying a word. Finally, he made his decision…
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"Okay, I'll come. But first, let me get something," he said. He retreated back into his small lab for a minute, before emerging with a small black briefcase.
"What's in there?" Scarlett asked.
"Notes and such," Cooper replied simply. He put a black fedora on his bald head. "Let's roll." The two scientists ran off down the hallway, trying to find the others. The two finally made it to the front entrance, where they found Kenny waiting for them.
"There you guys are, come on!" he said before bolting out into the night.
Thanks to Nathan leaving the back door open, the zombies were able to slowly but surely pile in with ease. They stumbled through the cafeteria, and eventually began crowding the halls, desperately searching for more flesh to feast on. Blake turned a corner and saw the zombies advancing towards him.
"Oh fuck!" he screamed in fear. He fired his AKM into the horde in full auto. Gwen peered around the corner and saw Blake firing his weapon. With no weapon of her, she snuck up behind Blake and put him in a chokehold, causing him to fire a few bullets wildly. Gwen then took the AKM and bashed Blake's face in in one blow. Gwen spat on his face before taking the only spare magazine that was on his body and his revolver before running off. She didn't look back as the dead surrounded their next meal.
"I gotta find the others," Gwen said to herself, cocking the assault rifle. She suddenly spotted Travis and Ella at the other end of the hallway. Travis and Gwen fired their guns at one another, but only Gwen was able to get a hit; she managed to strike him in the shoulder, a couple of inches above his heart.
She ran up to Ella. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Ella nodded. "Yes, but he's not. Should we try to help him?" she asked.
Gwen stared at Ella, dumbfounded. "Are you serious? After what he did to you, you're worried about him? Let's just leave him for the dead," she scoffed. Ella looked down at Travis, who was trying to stop the bleeding.
She sighed. "You're right. Let's leave this son of a bitch." She gasped. "Sorry, I didn't mean to curse," she apologized.
"No time for apologies, come on!" Gwen grabbed Ella by the hand and led her down the corridor. Travis weakly reached into his holster and pulled out his M&P. He aimed it at the two girls and fired, hitting Ella in the back of the head.
"No!" Gwen shouted as Ella's limp body fell to the floor. In retaliation, Gwen shot Travis in the head from a distance with her AKM. She slung the rifle on her back and flung Ella's corpse on her shoulder. Gwen only looked back once to see the horde drag Travis's dead body away from sight.
She ultimately came across the main doors outside, and hurriedly fled the building. She noticed a stray zombie had wandered in, so she put it down with Blake's Smith and Wesson Model 15.
"Gwen!" she heard a voice cry out. She looked ahead to see Zoey, Kenny, and Trent running towards her.
"Oh thank God you guys are here!" the Goth girl exclaimed.
"Is she okay?" asked Zoey.
Gwen tried to fight the urge to cry. "Travis killed her," she spoke. The three remained silent.
"We'll bury her with Ezekiel. Come on!" said Trent, cocking his new MP5K he took from one of the bags of guns that Shawn had snuck out. The four ran through the small front parking lot and through the large gates open again.
Ryan ran through the hallways, calling out Stephanie's name. He randomly entered Blake's room, and he found his girlfriend, who had just finished getting dressed. Stephanie had dark African skin like her partner, with dark eyes, dark lipstick, and Miley Cyrus like hair that was died dark purple. She wore a dark red short-sleeved shirt that exposed her mid-drift, purple short-shorts, white socks that went all the way up her legs, and purple sneakers.
"There you are!" Ryan said. Stephanie ran up and gave Ryan a big, rough kiss.
"There you are baby! What's going on?" Stephanie asked.
"Zombies are attacking, but now's our opportunity to bail!" Ryan explained. Before Stephanie could say anything, he pulled her out of the room and into the hallway. One of Travis's men had reanimated and was advancing towards the couple, but Ryan blew his head off with his 8-shot Remington 870.
When they turned another corner, they saw the horde feasting on Travis's remains.
"Well fuck, I was hoping to kill him first," complained Ryan. The two retreated in the other direction, but that didn't stop the zombies from following them. They passed Tanner's room, when all of a sudden, the zombified Vivian emerged from the room, followed by a now reanimated Tanner. Vivian pinned Stephanie against the wall and tore a chunk out of her upper arm.
"Ahhh!" she screamed. Ryan grabbed Vivian by the back of the shirt and smashed her face against the white wall, dousing it with dark blood. He then turned around and shot Tanner in the face before he could bite Stephanie as well.
"Don't worry, I gotcha," said Ryan as he put his arm around her to help her walk. They limped towards the front entrance, but Pete and Brian ran out of nowhere, handguns drawn. The two thugs tried to shoot, but the young couple ducked behind a wall. Ryan pulled out his silver Colt Python and handed it to Stephanie.
"Use this, Steph," he said. Stephanie took the revolver and fired two shots, only able to hit Pete in the leg, sending him to the floor. As she tried to pull back the hammer, Brian used the opportunity to fire his Colt 1911 at Stephanie's chest.
"NOO!" screamed Ryan. Stephanie dropped the gun and she fell on her face. Ryan cocked his shotgun, saying, "This is for my girlfriend you son of a bitch." to himself, when he heard the oh-so familiar sound of moaning from behind. The zombies were just inches away from him now, so Ryan said, "Oh fuck it!" and ran as fast as he could out the door, narrowly avoiding Brian and Pete's gunshots. Once they saw the zombies, Brian helped Pete to his feet and carried him off to find a place to run or hide. They eventually made it to the manufacturing room and entered.
"There's no other way out, Brian. We're screwed," said Pete pessimistically.
"Don't give up yet, pal," Brian reassured. "We'll find us a way out." The zombie horde started to flood the room, so the two men wasted no time in trying to shoot them all. However, they didn't notice there was a second door in the back corner of the room and more zombies began piling in. One of the ones snuck up behind Brian and bit him on the side of the neck.
"Awww!" he yelped and pushed the zombie off of himself and shot it between the eyes. He put his hand to the side of his neck and he and Pete slowly began backing up to the far corner of the room, firing at any zombie that came within grabbing distance. The two goons backed up against the corner wall, almost out of ammunition. Knowing what might happen next, Pete looked his friend in the eyes.
"One." Pete cocked his Smith and Wesson Model 19 and put it under his chin.
Brian, still holding his hand against his neck bite, put his 1911 under his chin. "T-Two," he weakly spoke.
"Three!" The two men shouted together before pulling their triggers, and their brains went splattering on the walls.
The quartet of survivors fled back into the woods, but a lone zombie grabbed ahold of Kenny and sunk its teeth into his neck.
Kenny screamed in pain as the zombie tore out his jugular. Zoey pulled the zombie off of Kenny and stabbed it in the head with her hunting knife. Kenny collapsed to the ground, gasping for air and bleeding profusely, and within seconds, Kenny breathed his last.
"Oh my God, it killed Kenny!" said Trent.
"You bastard!" Gwen said in addition. [1]
Trent picked up Kenny in his arms, but with great difficulty, given Kenny's large body mass. The now three survivors ran into the forest until they spotted the others camping out.
"What happened to them?" asked Tyler.
"Ella was shot by Travis and Kenny was killed by a zombie," explained Zoey. "Speaking of which, we should probably put him down before he comes back."
"On it!" said Trent. He dumped Kenny's body on the ground and used his MP5K to shoot him in the side of the head. Ryan came running up to the group, tears in his eyes.
"Whoa, Ryan what's wrong?" asked Miles.
"Steph was killed," the muscular man said.
Gwen laid Ella's body on the ground. "Should we bury them now?" she asked.
"We'll have to do it later. We need to get as far away from this place as possible," said Shawn. "Load up everybody! We're heading for Toronto!"
"Whoa, whoa, hold up! You said a long time ago that the only reason to go there is that you have weapons stored away," said Chris.
"Yeah, so?" Shawn shrugged.
"Well, we're pretty well-armed now, so what's the point?" said Chris. A bunch of people started to agree with him.
"I'm the leader, and what I say goes! Now everyone get your stuff together!" Shawn snapped. This caught everyone totally off guard. Even Chris was a little shocked.
"Whoa, authoritarian much?" said Sierra.
"Shawn, we have everyone back together now, and we've got guns. Why do we have to Toronto?" Chuck said.
Shawn looked at his followers, and sighed. He laid his Chinese AK-47 against the SUV. "My dad lives in Toronto. I told him that in the case of the apocalypse, he needed to head to my bunker I built in the forest. I….I just wanna make sure he's okay," he explained. The entire group let his words sink in.
"But Shawn, if he's in your bunker, he should be safe. So why should we waste our time trying to check up on him?" asked Joshua, double-barreled shotgun rested on his shoulder.
"If Miles was somewhere far away in something like this, would you do anything to find him and make sure he's okay?" asked the prepper.
Joshua looked at his little brother. "Well…Yeah," he answered.
"Exactly. Now…come on. Let's go." Shawn picked up his weapon, walked around, and climbed into the front seat of the SUV. The others all looked around at one another, but decided not to try to argue, as they've had a rough last couple of days. They loaded up their stuff and followed the SUV driven by Jasmine into the dark night. None of them knew what they may encounter as they cross the Ontario border, but they all knew one thing: they would be ready anyway.
[1]: I couldn't resist putting in a South Park reference.
Important: If a character's name is in bold, they're alive. If they're in italics, they're dead. If they're in normal text, they're unknown. For those who are dead, they appear in reverse order of when they died (i.e. Staci was the first death, so she's last, then Justin is second-to-last, and so forth).
Shawn's Group:
Chris, Chef, Shawn, Jasmine, Sky, Topher, Beardo, Scarlett, Rodney, Amy, Sammy, Mike, Zoey, Dawn, Lightning, Cameron, B, Dakota, Sam, Brick, Scott, Jo, Alejandro, Sierra, Izzy, Bridgette, Courtney, Heather, Cody, Trent, Gwen, Noah, LeShawna, Tyler, DJ, Connor, Chuck, Roger, Chelsea, Nicole, Vince, Miguel, Gareth, Kenny, Ella, Ezekiel, Sugar, Lindsay, Leonard, Sadie, Katie, Beth, Geoff, Anne Maria, Owen, Dave, Max, Justin, Staci
Travis's Group:
Joshua, Miles, Ryan, Cooper, Pete, Brian, Stephanie, Travis, Blake, Nathan, Tanner, Sal, Larry