Chapter 10: You have once again entered the world of survival horror. Good luck.
We entered the city along Boundary Road and Dev sighed. Looking around, I could understand, adding my own frustrated noise to the mix.
There were overturned cars, fires and corpses between what looked to be make-shift barricades.
I was about to say something, when a form barrelled into the side of the jeep, tipping it and with a loud crash, we landed awkwardly on our sides.
Devan unfastened his seat belt and climbed out, grabbing a gun.
"Devan, I'm stuck!"
A loud growl, almost a roar, pierced my mind. "What the hell was that?"
Devan started firing off shots from the shotgun at something I couldn't see. I struggled to get free and panicked, pulling out the Magnum and shot the latch on the side of the seat with a loud bang.
With a twang, it broke free and I fell, crashing down onto the steering wheel. "Fuck!" My chest hurt, but I managed to get to my feet, leveling the Magnum's ten-inch barrel.
In the middle of the road, amidst the gunshots, was the vague representation of a dog.
It was about twelve feet long, with a row of spines down its back and had teeth the length of a person's arm.
It was hideous and it was very angry.
It snarled and lunged, but the explosive bursts from the weapons kept it at bay, tearing chunks of flesh from the bones and spattering blood through the street. "We can't keep this up for long!"
I fired another shot at the beast's head, aiming for the eye.
I missed, aimed again and fired… and missed again.
Devan fired another blast, causing the monster to roar in anger and charge at us, thick drool pouring from its jaws.
I aimed again, taking a steadying breath and pulled the trigger, envisioning a zipping bullet, screaming toward the target. The creature's eye exploded from the impact and it squealed, falling forward with momentum and gushing blood all over the ground.
I took a few steps forward and rested the Magnum's barrel against its head and fired. With a loud bang and the thundering crunch of shattering bone, the monstrosity went limp, blood spurting from the multitude of wounds.
"Woah, that was getting close!" Devan checked the chamber of the shotgun, his eyes widening.
"Well, this puppy was put down."
My gun had emptied, and I replaced the magazine with a fresh clip.
Devan returned to my side and put his arm around my waist, pointing at the jeep with his other hand. "Well, looks like we're walking."
"Yeah. It does, doesn't it." There was some humour in my tone, but the words left my mouth through a sigh of exasperation.
We were quite a ways from where I lived, but we'd get there. It just would have been easier with the jeep.
A noise caused Devan to turn, holding the shotgun in his hands tightly. The moan gave it away.
A zombie shuffled out of an alley and stalked toward us and without hesitation I fired, sending the foul creature into a bloody spin.
More moans, more shuffles.
Devan waited for a few of them to be in a group and fired his automatic, blowing bits off of the walking corpses. Blood was spraying over the asphalt and Dev continued to fire, finishing the four forms off.
I was choosing my shots as we ran, picking off the undead creatures with a systematic bullet-to-the-head as they drew near and trying to conserve ammunition.
We saw a construction site ahead and we bolted for it, while a mob of zombies formed to follow us with their pitiful wails.
"Quick! We can lock 'em out!" Even as Dev said that, we were already inside the perimeter fence and closing it tightly behind us.
I turned and a wave of panic struck me. "Oh god Devan, it's an Umbrella construction project!"