"Frank! Wakey, wakey!" A voice called out as I groaned, the back of my head throbbing. My eyes fluttered open to find myself sprawled on the floor of the helicopter. Shaking my head to clear it only made my head hurt more and when I lifted my hand towards the base of my neck my fingers came away bloody.
"Why do you keep saying that?" Another voice groaned and with my head a little clearer I recognised Frank's voice. It took me a minute or so to will my legs to stay under me but I managed it, staggering towards the door of the helicopter. But when I discovered a large gapping hole instead I paused, my eyes blurring until I rubbed at them and they cleared.
In the time it took me to leave via the new doorway I heard gunfire and I stumbled out to find Frank and Brad firing on a dozen zombies stumbing towards us. Shocked at their entrance I didn't move until Brad turned his head around enough to finally notice me.
"Bridget, get back into that helicopter!" He roared and I actually cringed, even ducking my head when he narrowed his eyes at me.
"I'd do as he says, Bridget. He sounds pretty mad at you." Frank answered, the pistol aimed at a male zombie with half his face chewed off. The gun went off and it stumbled forward another step before the zombie fell onto its face, its legs jerking once before it was still.
Growling under my breath I turned back to the helicopter only to stumble back as something lunged for me. Unable to help it I let out a high pitched scream as what was left of the pilot, skin blackened and eyes blank, clawed at my jacket. Gasping I quickly jumped back and he fell onto his face, immediately dragging himself towards my sneakers before his broken nails scratched at my shoes.
"Leave me alone!" I yelled at him, kicking at his face. My left foot connected with his nose and I cringed as black blood flowed from it. Not even noticing the pilot tried to drag his body towards me and I growled, kicking at him. This time I slipped on his blood and with a yelp I crashed to the floor bumping my head. Dazed I lay there until the pilot groaned, his rotten breath flowing over my face and I took a deep breath.
My scream echoed through the building and just as his teeth snapped towards my face I heard a loud gunshot, a bullet hole appearing between the pilot's eyes. With another groan he fell forward, pinning me to the floor. Gasping, I pushed him away with shaking hands only to feel a strong hand clutch my shoulder and I almost screamed again until I saw Brad's face staring at me.
"It's okay, Bridget." Brad told me, helping me to my feet. Despite the danger of the zombies nearby he hugged me until I managed to stop shaking at how close I'd come to being devoured. "We need to find somewhere safe." He told me and Frank, who headed our way with both eyebrows raised.
"Safe? I doubt it." I muttered, moving away from Brad once I remembered I was supposed to be angry with him. "Where do we go? Hopefully somewhere without an entourage." I added, staring at the zombies stambling towards us.
Frank and I followed Brad at his heels, all three of us watching out for zombies. Thankfully most of them were too badly damaged to move fast and we raced past them only stopping when we came across a hotel. Even with my aching head I made it to the hotel first and as I waited for Brad and Frank to catch up I leant against the door, panting a little.
"Wait up, Bridget!" Brad called and I just rolled my eyes, pushing away from the door before I headed inside leaving him and Frank to follow me this time, ignoring the stare Brad was giving me.
"I think someone's mad at you, man." Frank muttered and I snorted, my attention on a guy waving at us. My legs aching I stumbled towards him and he grinned, his arms moving faster and I weakly waved back. We made it there and he quickly pointed to a pile of firearms lying on the floor.
"Take whatever you need. I'm Connor by the way." He told us and I nodded, trying to ignore how itchy the back of my neck had become.
"Thanks, Connor. So what are you doing here?" I asked him and he pointed to a door in the back. I started towards it but once I grabbed the doorknob I found the door locked and I turned back to him.
"My manager got bit and he locked himself inside. If you can open it that would be awesome." Connor told us as Brad and Frank joined us and I sighed, moving out of the way when Brad headed towards the door.
"If you two can cover me I'll pick the lock." Brad announced and I blinked, staring at him with a slightly open mouth as he knelt in front of the door. I shook my head, a little impressed until I heard a series of groans and I turned around my groan even louder once I saw the horde stumbling into the hotel.
"Oh for fucks sake. Really?" I complained, nearly running towards the firearms as the zombie groaning grew louder and the stench of rotting flesh filled the air making me gag a little.