"BANG"
"BANG"
"BANG"
Thats all you heard around the whole front of the house.
"Shit, we cant stay here. Their making more noise!" Santana hissed at the other three.
Quinn just kept looking out the front window as they kept comming. Turns out that whole herd didn't get very far, they were now headed towards the four teenagers.
"Okay just keep watching the front." Sam said as he ran off to the back door.
The girls kept watching out the front windows. Brett took off upstairs.
"Hey Brett what should we do-" Santana said stopping herself when she realized he was gone. "Well were fucked, we had a long run. I'm supprised actually." Santana said sitting down on the couch as Quinn kept watch.
"San stop. Well find a way out." She said looking back to her with a serious face.
Sam was at the back door trying to see if they could escape. He looked out the windows and saw the small backyard. It seemed safe to escape through there. So he went to the back door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
He kept pulling but it was no use. He tried to look out the small window that was in the door and noticed the door had been tied and locked from the outside. Sam grunted and kicked the door frusturated.
He then ran back to the girls and Brett.
Once upstairs Brett re-checked all the rooms. The first being a bedroom facing outside towards the front. He looked out the window and saw the few zombies outside their house, but he noticed the large herd approaching from the area where the returant was.
He tried not to panic and kept looking through all the rooms. Once in the last room he ran to the window hoping he was right.
He looked out, and yes, he was right. He was about to open the window and test out his theory when he heard Santana screaming. He took off towards them.
Santana gave up just sitting so she thought it would be best to look around, maybe to see if she could find any good wepons. She fell apon a door which had a lock. At first she turned around thinking, 'No way in hell I'm gonna open a locked door. Thats basically a death wish.' She rolled her eyes and headed back to Quinn when she saw a small remote looking device hanging beside the door.
She looked at it, then back to the door. She tilted her head a little to the left squinting her eyes. 'This must be the garage'. She thought. She walked back to the door grabbing the handle.
"I mean, the garage door was closed when we chose the house, and there has to be gardening tools or even regular tools in there." She said to herself.
With one hand she unlocked the door then grabbed her knife, keeping her other hand on the door handle.
"On three." She said to herself.
"One."
"Two."
"THREE." She said turning the nob and kicking the door open.
All you heard was a loud bang and then silence, Santana looked into the dark room debating on going in. 'Fuck! I wish there was power.' She thought as she pulled out her flashlight.
She walked in slowly checking the whole garage. There were no sick people, or infected. Whatever Sam calls them.
But on the bright side, even though the garage was pitch black, the only light from the door to the house and Santanas flashlight. She found exactly what she was looking for.
She walked up to a wall and flashed her light across it. She smiled at what she found. She reached up and grabbed an axe, it was decent sized. she saw a few screwdrivers and a hammer. She only grabbed the axe and hammer, she turned to leave and she tripped over a small heavy green box. It seemed to be made out of metal. She cursed under breath. "Fuck, thats gonna hurt." She said bending down to get a good look.
"She flashed the the light on the metal box and read in big bold yellow font. "AMMUNITION" She gasped at first. 'This is great, Brett could deffanetly use ammo.' She thought.
She stood up grabbing the ammo box in one hand then grabbing the axe and hammer in the other.
She started towards the door when she heard a sound comming from the far corner of the garage, she knew it was clear becuase she fully checked it before letting her guard down. She flashed her light over to see, and saw a cabinet. But nothing else, She carried on the the door.
Once out of the garage she put the ammo box down and turned to close the door, she miss judged the space from her and the wall, and just as she turned the axe she was holding in her left hand scraped against the wall hitting the remote button to open the garage door.
She turned to look at the noise and dropped the hammer in the process. "Shit!" She said to herself when the hammer landed right onto the button.
At first nothing happend. She sighed out in relief, until she could hear the garage door make a clicking sound and start to slowly open. she looked into the garage from the doorway and you could see a large thin slip of light appearing from under the garage door as it started to rise up. The gurgaling sounds got louder.
Santana dropped the axe and then dropped herself to the floor trying to stop the garage from opening. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. No, no, no!" She said when she reached the button pressing what was left.
She was lucky, it stopped at about a rulers length. She sighed again, but deep down she knew it would only fuck her over.
She sat frozen still high on adrenalin from one, the noise she just made, second from how clumsy she is and almost killing herself.
"Gurgh" She heard from the Garage. She looked back into the room panic slapping her across the face.
"This is why your a lazy fuck Santana! Becuase you try to help and you only fuck things up." She said to herself as a sick person started to crawl under the garage.
She stood up in panic grabbing the axe and hammer. In the same time the sick person managed to craw under the garage door and two other sick people followed it.
Santanas mind went blank, she forgot what she was supposed to do. The fear taking over. She slowly walked backwards as the sick person got closer. Once she started to show her panic, it made the sick person try harder to get to her.
Just as it reached the door, Santana stepped back. Forgetting the ammo box she put down, and fell back onto her but. The axe fell out of her right hand, but the hammer stayed in her left.
The sick person then fell onto her trying to bite her.
Santana screamed shoving the hammer into the sick persons mouth, so it wouldn't be able to bite her. But she rememberd Brett saying something about them scratching to. She tried her hardest to fight it off, but boy were they strong.
She quickly thought of what to do, reaching with her left hand to her back pocket for her knife.
She held the sick persons head back with her right hand still holding the hammer in its mouth.
She reached and reached for her life as the face got closer to hers. just about an inch away from her face she grabbed her knife and stabbed it into the eye of the sick person, this caused a bunch of blood to pour out and all over santana.
The body went limp and she fell back breathing heavily.
Sam had just kicked the door when he heard Santana scream. He ran towards where she was and just as he got there he saw both Santana and a sick person on top of her go limp.
Sam quickly grabbed the body ontop of Santana and chucked it into the open door, seeing more infected trying to craw under the garage door, he slammed the door closed locking it.
He turned back to Santana who was breathing heavily. He bent down to look over her body for any bite or scratch marks.
"See troudy mouth, this is why I dont help. Becuase I always fuck something up." She said looking to him with a straight face.
Sam locked eyes with her after not finding any injuries. He smiled and helped her up.
"Dude, your a fucking badass. Took one down on your own." He said making a discusted face as he picked a peice of what looked like brains off of Santanas top.
"I guess, but look what i found." She said bending over and showing him the weapons he found.
He looked down and smiled again. 'This was not the girl he first met that he always fought with. She was different, like the real Santana.' He thought as he saw the green ammo box Santana was trying to lift.
"I found an axe, its heavy as fuck, and a hammer. Ohhh also this ammo box." She said touching each object as if teaching Sam what they were. Then she started to open the ammo box.
Brett and Quinn wipped around the corner just as she opend it.
"What the hell, are you okay? We heard screaming!" Quinn said as she looked to Santana then Sam.
Brett quickly grabbed Santanas arm and pulled her up to her feet, she squeeked in surprise not expecting such force. He started to check her body over for any bites or scratches. Just like Sam did.
He noticed she was coverd in what looked like sick people guts. He grabbed her face with both hands. He looked her face over longer then needed, but he was so scared at what he might come down to.
"Dude!" Sam said excited. Everyone looked over to him wondering why he was so excited.
"Holly shit, Santana your fucking amazing!" he said again looking into the ammo box.
Quinn bent down to look aswell. "Shit, there's another pistot and a bunch of ammo." Quinn said grabbing out a box of the ammo to show Brett.
"Yup, I feel safer now. If it comes to it, well be able to take down at most a group of six." Sam said as Quinn put the ammo back in and sam closed it up.
Then Quinn bent down and picked up the hammer. "Yea and better wepons then knifes." she said looking to Sam
Brett looked to Santana. "Are you okay?" he asked.
She was about to answer when Sam stood up carrying the ammo box. "Oh fuck yea she is. She took down one on her own, it was ontop of her and everything. She's defanetly a bad ass." He said as he passed the two with Quinn following him.
Both Brett and Santana laughed. "I mean from when you smacked me in the face with that paddle, I knew you could handle yourself." Brett said
"Thanks." She said smiling.
They stared into eachothers eyes for a minute, both looking down to eachothers lips every few seconds. Brett slowly moved in closer. He was close enough to where their noses were just about to touch, both breathing heavily. Still looking from eachothers lips to their eyes.
"BANG!"
There was a loud bang from the front of the house and the sound of glass breaking. Brett and Santana both jumped back.
They both ran to the front to see Quinn hitting a sick person in the head, killing it. It happend to have broken one of the front windows trying to get in.
Sam was beside her doing the same for another sick person.
"I forgot we were surrounded when Santana screamed." Sam yelled over the loud groaning comming from outside.
They could now hear banging comming from the garage door connected to the house.
"Shit, were surrounded. Oh were gonna die." Santana said starting to pace with the axe in her hands.
"No were not." Brett said he thought for a second then snapped his fingers.
"Okay heres the plan, Sam and Quinn, keep guarding the front until I come back down okay? Santana come with me!" Brett said running up the stairs. Santana looked to Quinn then followed him upstairs.
She found Brett in a room at the back of the house. He was opening the window.
"What are you doing!" She asked walking up to him.
Brett opend the window and ripped the screan off. Santana just watched with an eyebrow raised.
After he got the screan off he leaned outside the window. Then he turned and took his backpack off leaning it against the wall that had the window. He walkes towards Santana and did the same. Throwing her backpack to the wall beside his.
He placed his hands onto her hips and turned them around so her back was facing the window. Santana grabbed his biceps as a reflex. Brett slowly walked her backwards.
"What are you-" She asked getting cut off by her back hitting the wall/window. She gasped in suprise.
Brett tightend his grip on her hips. "I promised you well get your brother. I wont let anything happen to you, or Quinn. Were gonna get our siblings then get somewhere safe." He said just before lifting her up and placing her in the window. She gasped again holding his arms to balance her out.
"This is how were getting out." He said nodding out the window. Santana turned to look out seeing a small roof and the backyard of the house. She also saw the 30 foot drop from the second story. She started to panic.
"Wait no, no. Not here, its to high." She said trying to go back into the room but Brett held her tightly.
"No, its okay, you'll be fine. I need you to go out and wait for us. Im gonna get Quinn then me and Sam will join yall. We gotta make sure you guys are safe." He said looking down to her lap not making eye contact.
"Brett." She said quietly. "Were not 5, we can handle this. I mean I took down one myself." She said trying to convince him.
"Yea luckily, but there are dozens out front. It won't be long until they get through the front, we need to go, now." He said grabbing one of her legs and putting it through the window, so she was sitting on it with a leg outside and the other inside.
"Santana go, well be behind you. Just walk over there and wait." He said with a firm voice. He then turned to leave.
"Fuck." Santana hissed. "Stupid heights." She said getting out the window, leaning against the wall.
Quinn just killed her 5th sick person and Sam, his 8th.
"Where the fuck are they!" Sam hissed pulling his knife out of the dead bodys head. Quinn pulled her hammer back.
"I dont know, would they leave us?" Quinn asked.
"No, out of every bad thing you can call Brett out on, leaving those he cares about isint one." Sam said just before stabbing another infected in the eye.
"He cares about us?" Quinn asked looking over to Sam. She had a look in her eyes, like she couldnt believe it.
"Of course we do, were family now. Its us four against the world, until we get Izzy and Mateo." Sam said looking back at her.
Just then the door was hit with a big enough force for it to break it open a bit. The sick people all pushed against it, braking it more.
"Nope, NOPE! MOVE QUINN, GET UP THE STAIRS!" Sam yelles over to her, killing two sick people who got stuck in the door.
Quinn quickly walked backwards up the stairs. "COME ON SAM!" She shouts back. Just as she hits halfway up the stairs, Brett comes running down.
"Quinn, get to the back room. Go out the window, Santana is waiting for you." He said passing her.
"What about Sam?" She asked, Brett stopped and looked to her.
"Dont worry, I got him. Get on the roof, okay?" He said continuing on to Sam.
She noded and headed up.
Since Sam yelled at Quinn to go upstairs hes been killing sick person after sick person. They just keep comming, they get stuck on the door, he stabs them, then they fall. But more approach the door.
He heard Quinn yell for him to come, but Brett told him to wait and he trusts Brett. Last thing they need is these sick people running upstairs to them.
Another two infected got stuck in the window. He killed them like it was reflex. 'This is defanetly good practice' Sam thought.
He heard another bang, thinking it was Brett upstairs doing something. Until he felt a hand grab his jacket.
"Fuck!" Sam yelled elbowing the sick person in the face, making him drop the the ground. Sam jumped on him and stapped him through the eye.
"Shit." He said looking up seeing three more comming from the hall that let to the garage.
Now hes panicking, with no wall to block and set them up, hes useless.
He approached the first one, grabbing its neck and stabbing it with his knife. He prepared to stab the next when the front door broke more, Letting the sick people not struggle as much to get through.
"This is it." Sam said to himself. He pulled the new pistol from the back of his jeans. Aimed it at the sick person infront of him. He pulled the trigger, but nothing happend. He then slapped the gun with his other hand. "Stupid thing." He said aiming the gun again and pulling the trigger.
Nothing. He walked up to the two sick people from the garage and stabbed one in the face. He stepped back trying to fix the gun. "Remember Sam, what did Brett say when he found Dads gun." He said to himself looking down to it. "Press the button, check the clip." He said as he did so. "Okay, now, now what?" He looked over the gun not seeing anything. "Shit!" He said as the last sick person from the garage approached him. He hit it in the head with the bud of his gun, then stomped on its head breaking its skull.
"Fuck! You!" He yelled. Then he went back to thr pistol trying to get it to work. "Uhhh, uhhhhhh. after you check the clip, youuuuuu. Ummm, you TAKE THE SAFTEY OFF!" He said screaming. A big smile crossed his face, he figured it out. He found the saftey and slid it so it was off. He jumled up celebrating, then he heard more groaning and gurgaling sounds from the garage. He looked back up and saw 5 of them.
Sam gasped and backed up. "Oh god, let's hope these video games helped with the aim." He said to himself, pointing at one of their heads. He aimed the gun and pulled the trigger, he shot it right into the head. The sick person dropped.
"Woooohooo. I fucking did it." He said again, until he heard the door make another sound. He turned and noticed the door almost fully off. Sam quickly moved the couch infront to block it. Then he turned and shot at the 4 other sick people. They all dropped.
The window in the front broke and a bunch of the infected fell through. "Welp, back to being screwed." He said slowly walking towards the stairs backwards.
They all started towards Sam. He kept walking backwards until he tripped over and fell, he shot 4 bullets, all 4 shots hit and the infected dropped to the ground. But were quickly replaced by 6 more.
They were approaching him fast, he was scooting back to he could get a clear shot, then out of nowhere.
"BANG"
"BANG"
"BANG"
"BANG"
"BANG"
"BANG"
Sam looked up to see Brett standing behing him.
"Get up! Give me the gun lets go!" Brett yelled
They swapped guns as Sam got up and started to reload the revolver. Brett stood his ground shooting 6 more bullets. 6 new bodys hit the floor.
They ran up the stairs Sam pulled Brett into a room.
"Here help me move this!" Sam said pushing a dresser out the door. They blocked the stairs to save them as much time as possible. They both put their guns in the back of their pants. Brett leading Sam to the back room Where Quinn and Santana should be.
Sam looked around, slightly scared.
"Where the hell are they?" He asked closing the room door and moving another dresser infront.
"Its okay, there safe." Brett said grabbing his backpack and Santanas. He put his on and tossed Santanas out onto the roof.
Then he started to climb out the window.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked as brett stood on the roof.
"Come on! We dont have time." He said as the door to the room started to open. Sam quickly pushed the dresser into the door keeping it closed. Brett got back into the room and helped him.
"Here Sam, take my backpack and get on the roof. they should be right to the left." Bretts said passing his backpack over. Sam just looked at him.
"B, No. They will get you." He said not moving.
Brett pushed him away and threw his backpack at him. "GO SAM, GET ONTO THE ROOF!" He yelled. Sam did as he was told. Brett wanted to hold the door as long as possible. So they had a good chance to get away.