A/N: Hello all! Thank you for the follows, favorites and reviews so far! They really make me happy! I will also tell you throughout the story, (not all of it I promise) there will be storytelling from the survivors of experiences they had before the apocalypse. Some will be made up, some will be of experiences I have had in real life. I'll tell you if the story is true or not at the end of the chapter that has one. I hope they give you a good laugh if you're having a bad day!
Francis: I hate stories.
Me: You love mine.
Francis:...
Me: Thought so!~ *Punches his arm.*
Francis: I know. *Squints his eyes at me.*
Kayla: *Kicks him.*
Francis: Hey! The hell was that for?
Kayla: Just because.
Me: *Also kicks him.*
Francis: Stop. Kicking. Me!
Both of us: Nope. *We start attacking him.*
Francis: Son of a-*grabs laptop.* Can anyone see-er-hear this?! *Screams as I elbow drop from above, Kayla somersaults him.*
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"AAUUGGHH!"
Jordan sprung awake and arched his back when he felt a pair of freezing cold feet from underneath the blankets. Beth grinned at his reaction before promptly pushing him out of the bed playfully, "c'mon. We have to get ready to go!" She exclaimed, leaping out of bed with the blankets. Beth ran for the door, as Jordan watched her go. She was nothing but a heap of sheets racing away. "Darling! Wait! The stairs!" He leapt to his feet and went to stop her. But was some paces too late. Beth tripped on one of the blankets and fell down the stairs...again. Just in time as Ian approached the steps, he stopped seeing the unmoving pile of sheets while Jordan groaned from above. The boys looked at each other until Ian sipped his coffee, nodded and went on his way.
Everyone was preparing for the journey ahead. The truck was warming up and waiting for its passengers as they checked over then tossed their supplies in the bed. They cleaned themselves up while doing so since the group was already sinking into paranoia about when they were going to be able to shower next.
"Why did the apocalypse have to start in the middle of winter?" Louis blew into his hands and rubbed them together after he packed his bag in. "I mean seriously, why?"
"Oh just to pull on the thin strings our luck's running on." Bill replied, slamming a door shut.
Zoey strolled in the living room and paused, seeing Francis and Kayla had passed out next to each other. He was snoring through his nose and she was curled up peacefully. She smiled, but felt bad for what happened. She walked over and crouched down next to him. "Hey."
More snoring.
"Hey biker dude," she flicked his nose a couple of times. He flinched and squeezed his eyes tighter before cracking them open. "...Mngh?" Came the slurred reply as her figure came to focus in his vision. "Hurry up," she nudged her head in the direction behind her, "got to get going."
Francis blinked a few times in a daze as she rose, he rubbed his face then turned over. He went to shake Kayla by the shoulder but stopped himself right as he was about to. So, he did as Zoey had, flicking her in the head; causing her to look at him with half-lidded, scowling eyes soon after. He passed on the message before asking, "how's your shoulder?"
"Sore."
"Mm."
She closed her eyes again. "Hey come on, we have to start moving." He encouraged and helped her up. Then she stretched and yawned deeply, "do you want any pain meds?" She shook her head and waved the offer away. "No, I don't like pills."
"If it hurts, you should take a couple."
"Meh."
A bottle of ibuprofen was thrown across the room that caught them off guard. Though Francis reacted in time to barely catch it with one hand. Both glanced at who had tossed it. Beth stood in the living area's entrance with a serious face. "You may hate pills but I don't care. If you're in pain you're gonna take them." Kayla rolled her lidded eyes as he handed her the bottle. Taking it, she did as told.
"Just don't tell Louis. He's a pill Piranha."
…
The truck roared down the road heading towards the city. Bill had taken the wheel as he stared ahead. The morning light reflected off the snow as a cold mist flowed over the land. The group talked among each other about different subjects; Zoey, Amber and Beth were chatting about hot topic, different animes and shows like Black Butler and Avatar: The Last Airbender. Which had almost everyone in the truck yell how great that series is. Other conversations were of urban exploring adventures Keirstan was sharing. She was telling one very intense experience she, Kayla, Beth had one weekend. The others were listening as well as they spoke, but fully tuned in with wide eyes on the climax.
"Shh! Senpai, not in front of the war veteran!" Beth loudly whispered, gazing and pointing at Bill as he peered his eyes in the rearview mirror.
"Too late, I'm in the middle of the story. So that's when we realized it wasn't abandoned..." Keirstan smiled and cleared her throat as the sisters chuckled madly at the memory. "We were all like '...hold on.'" She mimicked their expressions in the moment of time. Looks of fear, surprise and wonder. "We turned around and hauled ass, and eventually found this old decrepit building and dove inside to hide."
Louis and Zoey looked at Francis with bewildered eyes. He shrugged while holding his hands up as the story continued. "I wasn't there so…"
"And then Beth!" Keirstan laughed, "had the greatest Captain Jack Sparrow moment ever. We can hear people hollering and charging up the hill, she was looking in their direction and then, as calm as ever fucking can be, turns to look at the rest of us then says," she reenacted the way how Beth looked at them. "'...We gotta go.'"
Kayla erupted into laughter much like the others did as she thought of it, while Beth grinned with pride.
"Jesus Christ." Bill chuckled shaking his head.
"None of us were thinking of each other at this point as we were running back for the car. You know the Gravity Falls intro when Stan is running with the register? That was basically us. Someone asked if we should hide. So I call back, 'no we'll be fine! We'll be fine!' Although I was unsure myself. And then…"
She had to keep from laughing too hard and recollect herself. Keirstan looked at them all, pursing her lips with a small noise. Holding her hand out before slapping it down on her knee. They watched in suspense, "right after I yelled this, we uh...we hear a...helicopter! Heading straight for us!"
"Good lord." Louis' mouth fell open as the others reacted differently with more laughter. "It got more and more terrifying the closer we could hear it come. We got away though, no worries there. We wildly clambered into the car and wildly sped off," Keirstan smiled. "Afterwards, we went to walmart."
"Where I bought a rug for my dorm." Beth nodded, "we acted like nothing happened in the store. So I was like, '...I'm gonna buy a rug.'"
"For fuck's sake." Zoey's eyebrows were arched at the story, "that gives me anxiety hearing it."
"How do ya think I felt." Francis replied, "you should of heard them on the phone when they got back that night."
Bill breathed through his shaped lips, "you kids are damn lucky."
They continued on until the ruined buildings of the small city came in view. The veteran weaved through abandoned cars scattered about on the streets, some lingering infected chased after them in the process. "Why don't you just drive on the sidewalk?" Ian suggested. However Bill didn't hear him over the chit chat, and all became wary when they suddenly heard the engine revving, but the truck didn't accelerate. It started to jerk and shift patterns; so Bill tried the gear shift, only to find it was no longer working. He looked to the dashboard, where lights started to flash or come on. "Ah great."
"Transmission?" Jordan guessed.
"Has gone to shit." He was able to park the truck and the group jumped out. Francis cracked his spine as all collected their bags where some reached inside for a small snack. Keirstan gazed at Kayla who was munching on some potato chips. She noticed her wince slightly and immediately, the events of last night crossed her thoughts. She approached her, "are you alright?"
The older survivor cast her eyes at her and blinked. "I'm fine," she answered through chewing.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
Kayla nodded, looking away. "I'm alive." She went to sling a strap over her shoulder, until Keirstan caught it. "I'll carry it for you. I don't have much in mine."
Everybody looked around for the next available vehicle, however after some time they found many had been too destroyed by fire or vandalism, or flipped upside down. They gathered back together, "guess this means we're hiking the hell over there." Zoey said. Then added, "next time we're looking for a vehicle, we should find an RV that can hold all of us comfortably. Or two five passenger cars." Francis nodded in agreement, since he was the biggest person in the team. He normally found himself in the trunk otherwise he'd be crushing whoever he sat with since everyone was a lot smaller than him. And sitting in the far back had gotten pretty uncomfortable. "I like the RV idea better."
"Wow, you like something?"
"Shut up."
"I still want to know what that chain was for." Bill reminded.
As the group snuck their way down the road, looking for any sudden attacks with their weapons ready like usual, Francis looked ahead seeing Jordan and Beth walking together. They were talking about something. The biker felt his brow narrow and the overprotective instinct was starting to kick in again. He was told he can trust this guy, but he needed to get what he wanted to say off his chest.
"Hey Jordan."
Both looked over at him, Francis nudged his head for the boy to join his side. He did just that as Francis called to the group they'd catch up. Francis paused to think of how to begin as they faced one another, a little surprised Jordan didn't ask the cliche questions of, 'what's up' or 'is everything ok.' Instead, he waited patiently for him to speak first. Though Francis figured Jordan most likely knew what the talk was about.
"I know you and Beth have been together for a little while. And she loves you very much. I can tell you do too, but I want you to know this now. Before this, she has been through far too much. So, if you take one wrong step. One wrong move, if you do anything to hurt her…" he warned.
Jordan nodded. "You're her brother, you don't know me. I understand. Of course you're cautious. I promise, I will never hurt Beth. Ever." His darker eyes were full of assurance and confidence, "you can trust me. I give you my word, you can trust me."
Hearing this, Francis' mind complemented if he can really believe him. But Beth was happy, so everything must be just fine. Their sister even trusts him. That was a rarity.
Some long moments passed of the two staring at each other. Then Francis finally nodded in silence as well. "Alright, I'll take your word."
Jordan held his hand out to him and they shook hands; he didn't notice that Beth had snuck up from behind. She smiled and leapt up onto his back with a yell. Startling the biker and causing him to shout, which made an echo and earning a harsh shush from someone in the group. She and Jordan laughed as he hooked his arms under her legs with shock still all over his face. Jordan carried his gun and they moved to catch up.
"I hate winter. And the north." Kayla groused.
Louis hummed in reply, "where would you be right now?"
"Old orchard beach."
"But that's in Maine, which is further up north."
"Yeah, but I love the place. The ocean's my most favorite place in the world." She unsheathed her knife and looked at it as she walked. While Louis thought of tropical places with a coast she could go to. Instead of a coast further north.
"...I should find another to have a pair."
"You should, and then you can give the zombies a knife show."
She glared at him from the corner of her eye, "I'll give you a knife show."
Louis figured it was time to give her space. With a nervous grin, he skipped over to Zoey, Ian and Amber. She gazed across the street, her hard features slightly relaxing when she saw a large silver ram 1500 parked soley. "Eh! There's a truck!" She jogged over to it excitedly, and earning everyone's attentions. Kayla opened the door as some followed, finding a body hunched over the steering wheel. "Excuse you," she grabbed its shirt and dropped it on the concrete. Peering inside, she saw the keys were in the ignition causing a smile to spread over her face.
"Kayla, these super duty trucks dwarf you." Amber said expressionless.
"So? They're good trucks."
She went to see if it would start up, until Keirstan's voice pulled her attention towards her. "Don't you think, you know maybe we should find some disinfectant before you sit in there?" She placed her hands on her hips, as Kayla side glanced inside the cabin. She reached in, and pulled all the seat covers out to toss them on the road. "There, disinfected."
"That's not…"
"As I've said numerous time before, your smartass is gonna get you killed or maimed one day. And it happened," Beth pointed to her sister's shoulder from her Koala position on Francis' back. "I wasn't being a smartass, I was savin' someone else's!" She gestured over to Amber before going in to turn the engine on. It spluttered over and over as she tried multiple times. "Aw come on…" She kept trying.
Francis didn't like the thought of being shoved in the trunk again. "What about-"
Ian's voice rang out, "hey guys, I see a Dog over there."
He was pointing in the direction and everyone's eyes followed. From a short distance, there stood a large german shepherd. It observed them as it panted, then cocked its head when it heard them speak. "Do you think it's a stray?"
"I don't know, it could belong to another survivor."
"Ooh! Can we keep it if it doesn't?"
"We don't know if it's friendly."
Beth slid down Francis' back and his gun was returned to him, as Louis and Zoey knelt down on their knees. "What a beautiful animal," the analyst breathed. They hardly noticed the smile on its face was beginning to fade, and when Zoey carefully reached a hand out to try to coax it to come over, it began to growl quietly.
"Hey it's alright. Come here, you're a pretty boy, girl...I don't know." Zoey began making clicking and squeaking sounds. But the Dog didn't budge.
"Maybe it's shy?" Francis raised a brow.
"Doesn't look shy." Amber answered.
It slowly tilted its head the other way and sniffed twice.
Zoey, along with Louis and Ian tried kept trying to encourage it to come over. However all it did was just stare at them. Until its growling sounded louder.
Meaner.
Louis immediately stopped and pushed her hand away, despite it not being very close. "Uh…"
Ian froze.
Its eerie stare darkened and drool dripped from its maw. Bill stared back with a solid gaze. Something wasn't right.
Something was seriously wrong.
"There's another one!"
Turning around, all but Bill who raised his gun see a Doberman who seemingly appeared from thin air. It watched them unblinking. Unmoving, in silence. The first one suddenly began barking, its fur and body now bristled and head lowered as it glared at them. Drool flew from its lips as it snarled and barked deep, vicious warnings.
"Shoot at them! Scare them away!" Amber exclaimed. The doberman pulled back its lips in a sneer, a drawn out growl came out as Francis glared at it. Bill shot in the spot right next to the german shepherd, however, it didn't flinch.
Bill lowered his gun and observed it in surprise much like the others reacted.
"The fuck? It's acting like you didn't fire at all..." Jordan muttered.
"That's what I was afraid it'd do."
While he shot a few more times, it stood its ground. Still barking, still snarling. The doby suddenly barked as well and began charging at them, so Francis quickly raised his gun and fired a bullet in its head. It yelped and hit the ground unmoving. Seeing this, the german shepherd immediately backed off and trotted further away.
"Francis!" Zoey yelled.
"What the hell was I supposed to do?" He retorted while the sisters, Ian and Keirstan looked at the body in horror and sadness.
An eerie, deep howl pierced the air. It was soon accompanied by more howling all around them. The german shepherd started panting again as it watched their every move.
"We need to get the fuck outta here." Louis said with panic in his voice.
"Right."
The group started to hurry off, with Bill's gun still trained on the animal, until they all heard a blood-curdling scream. To their surprise a man came running with a limp out from an alley behind the Dog. His face was full of absolute panic and tears. He breathed so hard he might as well start hyperventilating. He was bloodied and beaten up, his clothes shredded, hanging in rags. The Dog snapped its head at him as he looked to the group and stopped with wild, pleading eyes. He cried out in distress seeing the first animal.
"Help me! Please! They're everywhere!"
"Yeah we heard!" The biker replied, despite seeing the condition the man was in. The others looked on in growing dread, holding their weapons in front of themselves. The Dog's full attention was on the man now, he backed away shakily holding his hand out in sheer terror.
"Kill it! They killed my friends! They're!-"
What occured next happened too fast. The german shepherd lunged at him. Someone fired at the animal, but missed. Then two more large Dogs leapt out from the alley and full on tackled the man down. They chewed and tore into the man viciously, shaking their heads as blood violently gushed all over the place while he screamed and tried to fight them off. The startled survivors watched in terror and shouted profanities as Bill and Francis stood next to each other to shoot at them. Bill ordered the others to start running the other way. One of the Dogs loudly barked at them as the other two savagely dragged their prey off to a secure place.
The sound of galloping picked up in the alleyways.
"This way! This way!" Ian panicked, he led them towards a building as they frantically looked around for cover. They could hear more of the animals running and barking. The team cried out and wildly scattered when some of them sprang out from where they were about to go. A rottweiler charged down a flight of stairs from inside and threw itself into Beth, shoving her to the ground; she yelled and used her gun to push it back while it rabidly chewed down on the barrel like a bone. She could hear its teeth grinding and breaking against the metal while it stared gravely with black orbs. She kicked into its stomach as a greyhound slammed Louis in a brick wall. Slobber and blood flecked onto his face and neck while he tried to keep its much too close snapping jaws away. As he stared into its wild murderous eyes, he was met with the all too familiar signs of the green flu.
As a matter of fact, most of these Dogs were showing the effects all over their bodies. Missing fur, chunks of grey-white skin, ears, cuts, veins. Many were foaming at the mouth. Some had large, ugly healing wounds. The dead, soulless look in their filmy, pale or inflamed eyes…
"They're infected!" He screamed with so much horror it ran everyone's blood cold.
Francis rampaged over to the rottweiler and angrily shot at it, then kicked the body off. He stood over Beth and fired at more of them as she laid where she was, shooting rounds in the opposite direction. Louis was able to shove the greyhound away and sprayed bullets into its stomach, at the same time Jordan drove an axe through its shoulder. It yelped and screamed before passing on, and both barely had time to jump away when an english mastiff soared and slammed straight into the wall. It scrambled up and barked like mad while running after them.
A couple of them took Ian down. He shouted and kicked as they tugged at his pants and jacket. He screamed for help as they attempted to drag him away whilst another went for his face. Zoey ran over and beat them off before shooting at the crazed canines. Yelping and whining, they retreated some feet away as she helped him up. Next one of them decided to go for Bill. It charged and shoved him against a car, making him lean backwards on the hood as he also used his gun as a shield like Beth had. The Dog thrashed violently against him, its barks deafening in his ears and its snarling equal with a Wolf's. The nasty long claws scratched his chest and wrists as the veteran tried to push it away. With a mighty yell, and as Louis rushed over to help; Bill kicked it away as hard as he could right before another jumped up onto the hood behind him. He immediately took aim and fired some rounds at the animal. With the analyst taking care of the second with his baseball bat.
The Dog shrieked when it felt the melee weapon collide with its ribs. The same moment it hit the ground however, it lunged at Louis again. He went to swing once more but it moved out of the way, resulting him to smash one of the car's side mirrors. The Dog ran away, so he and Bill jogged off in the opposite direction.
Kayla, Keirstan and Amber were chased into a jeep cherokee. They quickly scrambled inside with Amber slamming the door shut. Almost instantly, Dogs were attacking the car. One leapt up on the hood, clawed at the windshield then jumped on the roof, as others slammed into the vehicle; rocking it while doing so. Francis turned when he heard two of the girls scream. He shot some of the animals around the car, and most took off; while trying to keep them away from Beth as she got up and fought beside him. Jordan joined them and used his axe as she pulled out her katana. Slashing into the vicious, violent mutts while the biker continued to try to keep them from breaking into the jeep and help the others all at once.
"Fuck! She's in there! Someone help me get those Dogs away from the car!" He yelled desperately. Francis pulled Beth close and began to run for the cherokee.
He swung his machete at a couple as a warning. "Get outta here!" He screamed furiously in a strained voice. They snarled and jumped away.
They barked and clawed at the vehicle as the girls fired and yelled in fear. Amber was knocked over, sending her barrel upwards and she shot through the roof. The Dog dropped from where it was while its partners left blood and cracks in the glass. Especially when they scarily slammed themselves into it. One broke through a back window, so the girls flailed, hollered and fought to keep it away. It twitched and crazily struggled to get in, since Kayla briskly unhinged the seat and used it to hold it back with her legs. It barked and gnashed in their faces until Keirstan managed to stick a barrel in its muzzle. The Dog chewed down on it and she fired a bullet. Its body now dangled through the frame, but aside a couple who leapt away, roaring deeply, they barely let up like the first Dog had.
"Ah! Cujo!" Amber shrieked, her eyes wide and panicking at the sight in front of her.
A huge, gored st. bernard was suddenly barreling its way for the car from the front. The trio shot at it, breaking the windshield, fearing it was going to dive straight through. But assistance arrived in time. Ian and Louis furiously blasted at it. The Dog looked at the men and changed course to avoid the bullets and disappeared from sight; so Keirstan threw the door open and shot an incoming canine. "Fuck me Jerry!" Amber wailed as they clambered out. Kayla looked ahead then dodged another and it went straight through the other back window. It shook the car while tearing its way back out and bloodying its downed pack mate.
"What?!" Ian screamed as he backed up and fired. He suddenly looked very, very concerned. "Who's Jerry?!" He sounded like he was going to full on cry.
"No! No one! Never mind!"
Kayla could hear Francis yelling her name from somewhere in the chaos. She shouted back, although she wasn't sure if he could hear her. She and her companions sprinted away while firing some rounds when a couple more galloped after them. They weaved that caused the bullets to miss, barking at one another as if they were coming up with what to do.
Another doberman tackled into Francis from behind and sends him tumbling into the ground. It clawed and tugged at his vest before going for the back of his throat as he tried to shake it off. Beth and Jordan kicked it away, and it came straight back. So Francis grabbed it from underneath the jaw and broke its neck at the same time a second rottweiler shoved into Jordan's legs. He stumbled as it ripped tears in his pant leg. He raised his axe and yelled when he felt it start biting into his muscle. Francis and Beth were right on it, they both fought the two away from each other before Jordan finished it off.
Not far away, Kayla slipped and fell with a pained cry. Her weapon clattered out of reach in the fall. Soon she had an akita on top of her so she held it back by holding its neck away. Both thrashed and she grunted, kicking her legs as pain screamed through her shoulder while it panted and barked psychotically. Spit and blood dotted her face and shirt. She cracked her eyes open to stare into the Dog's whose pupils were smaller than usual. It was unnerving. Keirstan raced to the aid and started whacking away at it with her cricket bat. She hollered and screamed as the Dog whined, until Amber came in view with her weapon raised high when the akita trampled over her to escape the hits. It heavily stomped down on her injury; and she yelled at the agony.
"Hurry! Come on get the fuck up!" Keirstan shrieked, with both pulling her up.
Bill and Zoey raced into an alley, the sounds of snarling, barking, their shoes and paws slapping against concrete echoing in their ears. Along with the familiar screams of human infected in the distance. The commotion had attracted them.
The pair turned to shoot at their pursuers. Some yelped, some turned around, others took the bullets without a problem. They ran harder, with Zoey ahead. She sharply turned a corner as Bill slowed with a cough. He glared back at the homicidal canines who decided to stay, seeing some of them leaping over trash cans and palettes and continued firing.
"Bill, come on!" Zoey screamed.
"Gimme one damn second, I'm not done here!"
The college student froze on the spot trembling. Until she heard a sick, ripping noise and looked ahead.
There was a body of a single common infected. It twitched and convulsed disturbingly on the ground; standing above it was another large black Dog. It snarled as it chewed wetly into the rotten, disgusting, diseased meat. Next it paused, then snapped its head up. Tearing another piece off. From how it looked, she guessed this one was a Wolfdog.
It swallowed the meat whole.
So that's how they got the infection.
The Dog paced some steps to the side with its head hung low. Growling as it did so. The animal lifted its head as its next move, fully baring its sharp dirty teeth, bristling its bloodied, matted fur and laying a pair of white eyes on the survivor.
Zoey quickly raised her desert eagles and fired once more. It yelped as it dropped down. Went to get back up, then yelped again as another bullet lodged into its body. The Dog laid there as she watched it; but it slowly rose again with another deep growl and horrifying her even further. It planted a foot down showing it wasn't done yet. She went to shoot again, and both clicked. Her pistols were empty. She quickly put them away then reached for and aimed her rifle.
Click, click.
The Dog growled once more as she raised her eyes on it, her panic increasing; and she started to back up when it took some menacing steps forward.
"Zoey!"
She jumped when Bill yanked her backwards, pushing her through a doorway to her right as he aims his gun darkly at the panting creature. Another one barked angrily from some crates above it. A bernese mountain. He threw himself inside as they charged ad slammed the broken door shut. They both immediately jumped up onto the weak barrier repeatedly before biting in and started tearing into the wood; the survivors jogged through the dark building to turn around and meet up with the others. Breaking glass, wood and howling erupted from behind them. They could also hear something zig-zagging in the far back of the place, claws against tile. They were in here too. Another barked then snarled, as it charged down a staircase right as the two passed the flight.
"Through this door!" Bill hollered and pointed. He shoved Zoey ahead of him and they barreled out of the building while another Dog jump over a car's hood at them from their left. However, Louis fired one in the head just in time. Both jumped to either side of the entrance, narrowly dodging snapping jaws that followed from behind. Three other animals struggled to a stop after throwing themselves out from the dark.
The veteran and college student looked around and were surprised to see human infected, even specials also running at them had been ambushed by the pack. Some of the Dogs were even snapping at and fighting each other over some corpses. One was battling a Hunter, until the canine bit deeply into its throat. The Hunter screamed then gurgled and choked while pathetically clawing at its sides. The animal savagely twisted its head to rip a chunk out, resulting in the special's windpipe to dangle out and shoot blood up like a hose all over its fur. Louis, Ian, Francis and Jordan all backed away together with Francis holding an arm out in front of Beth who was behind them. Unknowingly Jordan was doing the same. The biker called out for his other as Beth held her gun over their arms at the threats while the rest of the group fought their way to them. Francis looked to his right and finally spotted Kayla. He immediately rushed and snatched her by her jacket and threw her behind him.
"Get together! Now! Francis, Jordan, Ian! Up front! Kayla, Zoey, take the left! Keirstan and Beth, take the back, Louis, Amber and I will cover the right! Everyone stand your ground!" The veteran ordered, pointing at each of them.
Everybody quickly took their positions as the Dogs neared. They raised their weapons, bracing for what would come next.
The pack glowered, snarled, and panted. Some tilted their heads while standing over the sea of bodies and red-stained snow, staring at them. More of their members trotted into sight from various places. Some appeared behind the group; everybody looked around waiting for something to happen. They took this time to recover and could now clearly see how zombified the Dogs really looked.
One howled from far behind which they couldn't see. They looked like they were preparing for another attack, so the survivors prepared to fight once again. A showdown between the hunters and the hunted.
But the attack never came.
All at once, the Dogs suddenly stiffened and most of them cocked their ears. Listening carefully for something. Some sniffed the air. Making the team question what they were doing. After a few moments, they began to run off. Some looked in a certain direction whimpering while moving on, allowing the survivors to relax their muscles a little bit. Nothing other than the retreating pack made a sound as they all looked around, or watched the Dogs run off, bracing for something else to come.
The Wolfdog Zoey encountered paused. Its pack members passed by as it quietly observed their prey. Blood and drool slowly dripped from its lips while its white eyes bored into every one of them.
Zoey, especially, stared back. The time they spent this way felt it lasted for hours. Then, a deep vicious bark snapped it out of its trance. It continued on its way, vanishing around a block.
Francis watched them go. And through a breath he took he yelled in triumph. "Yeah bitch! We are unstoppable!"
"Uh...but what are they running from?" Keirstan pointed out.
Before anyone could guess, The ground beneath their feet vibrated. The ram 1500 from earlier, with its alarm shrilling now, was suddenly soaring across the street.
"Really!" Kayla shouted as the truck crashed through a building. A deafening bellow ripped through the air. She and Francis looked at one another in alarm.
"HULK'S COMING!" She hollered with a hand cupped around her mouth.
"No shit!" Ian yelled, as the group began to run down the road.
"And you know what that means!"
"What could this possibly mean?! Other than death?!" Louis shouted.
Ian and Amber were now praying in gibberish as everybody fired even more into commons up ahead.
She ran through an entrance of a garage followed by Beth they were all passing by. Shocking everyone. "Where are you going?!" Francis demanded to know. He skidded to a stop and dove in the building after them; the Tank's roars shook the walls around him.
"I've gotta fucking plan!"
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A/N: I thought using a Dog pack would be pretty neat and different other than being attacked by the commons and specials for once. But I also felt bad! I love animals!
Francis: *Calls from next room.* Viper! Did you take my vest?
Me: Possibly. *He walks in, and sees me wearing it.*
Francis: *Sighs* I'll never get it back will I?
Me: I'll think about it.
Francis: Mm…
Me: *Squints eyes.*
Was the story Keirstan told in the truck true? No. No it was not. I just thought of random things as I wrote this piece out. Some storytelling will be chopped up like that as well. But yeah, see you in the next chapter! Sorry they're so long! I have too much fun!
Francis: No ya won't. I'll be shipping her out to Cuba next week.
Me: Excuse you?
Francis: You heard! *Smiles.*
Me: Well then, the vest is coming with me.
Francis: *Grumbles* We'll see…
Me: Is it your security blanket?
Francis: Yes actually, it is.