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UNDEAD

Ghost stood everyone up and down as he walked down the line of soon to be soldiers. In the line was Sikks, Rak, Clyde, Flappy, a new survivor who got off the bus, DJ, Chester and a few others that Ghost didn't give ten sluts name was. He handed each one a small 9mm pistol. He had already set up a few wooden plants, hung up a few dead bodies, and pictures on the wall (which had Rager's face on it).

"Ok, you scum sucking maggots! I want you three to shoot the pictures. NOW!" he pointed to Chester, DJ and Flappy. DJ fired his pistol with one hand and hit Rager's face in the cheek. Chester fired and hit the picture in the forehead. Flappy tossed his pistol away, somehow pulled out this weird looking sword, charged, and sliced a body in half. Everyone stared at the fruit bat with awe. But Ghost didn't seem that pleased. "Bitch! I said use the gun and hit the picture!" He slapped Flappy in the back of the head and took his sword. He then gave him another 9mm. Flappy aimed and fired. MISS! He shot again. MISS! He fired the rest of his clip. HE STILL MISSED, IDIOT! HE CANT SHOOT A GUN. Two wolves in police uniforms laughed hard. Flappy refused the urge to aim at the two cops, but knew he would get gunned down the minute he did.

That second, Rager walked in, covered in sweat. "We have a breach! Everyone get some guns. There's so many!" Everyone ran past the exhausted wolf. They could already hear the moans of the undead. Pain was at the end of the hallway passing out guns. Creed had set up multiple sentries in the foyer, as if the infected were at the front door. Sadly, they were.

"How the hell did they get past that gate you set up?" asked Misery Cutters.

"I don't know! I didn't even hear it! Disco Bear was supposed to be on guard! Why didn't you warn us!" Rager shouted at the bear. His clothes were tattered up and were covered in sweat. That's when everyone realized that Disco smelt funny. Sex kind of funny. Chester punched Disco Bear in the face. "While you sat there, fucking some random girl, you let the zombies gather at the gate, push it down, and get to base! What the FUCK!" Skorge was prompted to pull his trigger on the already aimed shotgun near Disco's gut.

The door was starting to crack.

"Ok, we don't have much time. Everyone, get to high ground. Make sure you don't have anything loose hanging. And most importantly-"

The infected broke in.

"DON'T GET BITTEN!"

Short chapter Is short. But hey, its something. And I hope someof you realize that I updated before. So go back and look at what I wrote. See ya.