MATT'S POV:
Honestly, getting the wooden boxes back to the area we came from was said easier rather than done. Luckily, Trent managed to find a trolley which sped up things a lot faster. Currently, I carried one with my remaining arm as if I was cradling a baby, and a second one with my crowbar arm jammed between one of the openings.
We eventually got the trolley filled up and began heading back to the area, with Henry pushing it while Trent stayed in front. However, we paused when we heard the familiar sound of a beastie.
"You hear that?" Trent asked.
"Yeah, I did." I replied.
"What do we do about it?"
"Kill it I guess." Henry said. I listened closely to the sound, looking to find out where it was coming from, as did the others.
"Hey, it's coming from there." Trent pointed at a blue, metal door, probably a maintenance area. Trent brandished his gun, which prompted Henry to take it away.
"We can't shoot. Noise attracts these assholes."
"Oh yeah…" Trent quietly said, no doubt embarrassed. I reached towards the door and quickly opened it to find...nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief and we began to head towards the next area, with Trent once again leading.
"Can I have my gun back?" Trent asked.
"No, I'm not trusting you yet with it."
That was when a fatal mistake was made, because as soon as we entered the area, the beastie making the sound grabbed onto Trent and bit him right on the throat, and he let out an ear-piercing scream.
JOHN'S POV:
"So, where you from?"
Right now, the metal search was doing quite well, as we made multiple trips back and forth with ease. Right now, we were taking a break, and I took this opportunity to talk to Philip and Gwen.
"I'm from Arkansas. I was moving here to begin my job but…you know." Philip said. Apparently, Philip said he was going here to become a businessman, and apparently, he had been offered a pretty damn good deal. Gwen on the other hand, decided to leave her history out, and to this day, I never knew why.
I never got the answer. As I was trying to pry, I heard a terrifying scream, which prompted me and the others to dash over to the source. A horrifying sight was discovered, as I saw Trent laying there, gasping for air as one of those skin-eaters laid dead next to him, and a gaping hole was visible in his neck.
"Trent! Shit! Shit!" I saw Matt attempt to stop the bleeding.
"What happened?!" I asked.
"We were coming back and he got ambushed." Henry explained. I looked at Trent, whose skin was paling and his eyes unfocused, as they began to dart around in panic. Then his gasping slowed, and within seconds, he laid still. Within moments, the rest of the group joined us to witness Trent's corpse.
TERRANCE'S POV:
I felt sick...so fucking sick. There was so much blood on that poor kid that I couldn't keep focused for long. Henry noticed and led me away, much to my relief. I was able to catch a glimpse of Dennis inserting a knife into Trent's head, ending his possibility of coming back in a much more evil form.
Then I saw the horde.
"Henry…" Henry turned to look at me, and he saw it, and he looked like he was about to piss himself. This was the largest horde I had ever seen, even bigger than the one from Heath's base. It seemed to have thousands upon thousands of them, all looking to seal our fate with a combination of teeth and power. Me and Henry ran back to the group.
"There's a horde coming!" I yelled. Everyone immediately went into a panic and began searching for a way out. I looked up and saw a set of stairs, most likely leading to the roof.
"Up!" I yelled. Everyone began to scramble to the stairs, just as the horde entered and began chasing us down with vicious intent. We climbed a number of floors only to see the top part blocked off by some furniture.
"Move it!" Tony yelled.
"We can't it's blocked!" I yelled back. Tony then pushed himself to the front and began the yank at a couch, while Matt saw the only door in the area.
"Door's fucking locked!" He then began to ram against the door, with Jenny joining him to help. I heard a rumbling and saw the couch begin to slip.
"Tony! Get out of there!" I yelled. It was too late, as the couch gave way, and knocked him down the stairs and pinned him against the wall. Dennis moved forward to get him, but unfortunately, the horde got to him first. I didn't see it, but I heard the tearing of flesh and bone. They were picking him apart like a chicken bone. Unfortunately, Dennis, in his horror, didn't realize the beasties moving towards him, and they pounced on him.
"It's open! Come on!" Matt and Jenny had finally opened the door and went through, and I, Henry, Philip, Gwen, and John entered, ignoring the tearing of Dennis's flesh.
Three down, seven to go.
