Still firing into the zombie horde I paused briefly to reload, the threat of being eaten alive making me forget about my headache. Though as soon as the door clicked open behind us I turned around not noticing the zombie that crawled towards me, pushing itself along on broken fingers its legs missing from the waist down.
The gunshot that made my ears ring forced me to spin around, finally noticing how close the zombie had gotten before its unlife had been ended. Gasping, I stumbled backwards and Frank chuckled as he fired a few more rounds into the zombies. Shaking my head I hurried towards the survelience room so I missed the last of the zombies being taken down.
"It's safe in here." Brad called and I rolled my eyes as I moved past him only pausing when I came across a corpse still sitting in a desk chair in front of a series of cameras. Seeing me cringe, he walked over moving in front of the chair to block my view of the rotting corpse.
"Safety in Williamete? Not likely where there are zombies involved, Brad." I snorted and he sighed, moving to plant a hand on my shoulder. "I know you're still mad at me for coming along."
"Bridget, this isn't the time." Brad argued and I narrowed my eyes at him, shaking off his hand.
"Hey you wanted me to stay home. To do what exactly? Wait until I heard news that Williamete blew up? That there were no survivors? Besides I've already lived through one outbreak in case you forgot that, Colonel Park." I replied and he shook his head as I moved over to the cameras, ignoring the corpse as I searched the screens. "Wonder if we'll find anyone still alive."
"There has to be someone alive out there." Brad answered barely even glancing at me which suited me fine as I moved my attention to Frank instead. The reporter or ex-reporter anyway barely even looked at us before he started to search the nearby lockers and after noting that my boyfriend didn't seem to care about me, I followed Frank to see him pull a baseball bat from one of the lockers of all things.
Taking a few careful swings Frank grinned before he started to head towards the back door and I blinked, quickly heading over to him and he blinked when I blocked his path. "Bridget, what are you doing?" He sighed and I raised my eyebrow at him before I quickly burted out something.
"I'm going with you." I told him and he started at me, eye widening until he cracked a grin at me. Moving close he pushed my shoulder and I stumbled making the path to the door clear as I struggled to stay upright. "Hey you're not leaving without me." I snapped at him as I spun around in time to see him with the baseball bat gripped in one hand, his other on the doorknob.
"Stay with your boyfriend, Bridget." He chuckled, slamming the door shut as I blinked at him. It took me more than a few minutes to resist stomping my feet before I turned to see Brad looking at me. Shaking my head I started to reach for the doorknob and Brad's eyes widened the sound of his boots loud as he quickly moved to stop me and I shook off his hand when it gripped my shoulder.
"Brad, I'm going after him and you're not going to stop me." I snapped at him and he just sighed when I crossed my arms at him. After a very long pause he finally just shrugged and I blinked when he started to head back to the security screens not even looking up when I cleared my throat. "Huh? Why aren't you going to stop me?" I asked silghtly curious and he turned around just as he reached the screens his eyes narrowed at me.
"If you want to leave then do it. I'm not going to stop you, Bridget." Brad answered not even looking up when I stormed over to the door. Looking a little uncomfortable at our argument Connor remained silent looking from Brad to me and back as I grabbed the doorknob, my grip so tight my knuckles turned white.
"Screw you, Brad!" I snapped, throwing open the door and Brad's eyes shot towards me just as I slammed the door behind me. Shaking his head at how loudly I shouted at my possibly former boyfriend Connor actually whistled while Brad ran a hand through his dark hair, crossing the room before he threw open the door.
By then I had already hurried away my eyes starting to well with tears as the anger I felt burned itself out. I made it as far as a bridge leading into another part of the plaza when I saw zombies wandered around and the all too familiar sight left me so scared that I couldn't move the hordes getting closer and closer until I felt a hand grip my shoulder and I gasped, flailing around until my hand connected with someone who grunted.
"Ow! Geeze calm down, Bridget." Frank snapped and I blinked at him, wiping at my watery eyes as he held out the newly acquired baseball bat. Clearing my vision I noticed that it now sported a bunch of rusty looking nails sticking out and I grinned even feeling a little down. "You shouldn't be wandering around here." He added and I sniffed quickly wiping away my tears.
"Like I care. I'm not going back to see that jerk again." I snapped and he rolled his eyes, pushing something into my hands. I glanced down and my mood lifted to see a sword in my hand though this one glowed a faint blue. "Nice but one question; what the hell am I holding?" I asked and he just grinned at me rushing towards the nearest zombie leaving me to chase after him.
I received my answer when I swung the sword, two-handed at the closest zombie. Once the blade connected with its head the zombie froze and I grinned once I pulled the blade free. Another swing made the zombie shatter and I laughed going for another zombie who made the mistake of stumbing directly into my blade, meeting a similiar fate.
Taking care of his own zombie entourage Frank turned around to see me slicing up any zombie who got too close my laughter leaving him a little confused as he watched me rush towards the last zombie only to slip in a growing pool of blood, going down with a shriek.
The sword flew from my hands and when I smacked into the ground I blacked out momentarily, coming to with a decaying pair of hands reaching for me. I screamed as I scrambled away before a pair of arms pulled me clear. Seconds later I saw a bat striking the zombie's face once I was safe, Frank taking out my attacker before my shaking form.
"Bridget, you okay?" Frank asked and I just swallowed still visibly shaking until he clamped a hand on my shoulder and I jumped. "Clearly not. Come on, you're going back to Brad and Connor." He sighed as he gave me a push towards the safety of the security room. He ignored my protests with a thin smile pushing me whenever I tried to plant my feet and eventually we ended up back at the door, Frank's hand on my shoulder.
"I fucking hate you right now." I growled and Frank chuckled, setting down the baseball bat long enough to yank open the door to find Brad standing there his eyes wide when he saw both Frank and I staring back at him. Before our eyes Frank shoved me at Brad and we both crashed to the ground to the sound of the door slamming shut behind us.
Staring at Brad I locked eyes with him then I narrowed mine, climbing to my feet as he watched on. Frustrated I stomped towards the cameras and as I crossed the room I noticed that Connor was gone my attention moving when I heard Brad scrambling to his feet, his footsteps loud. "Don't you dare say anything, Brad." I growled, arms crossed and my eyes shifting to the cameras directly in front of me so I wouldn't have to meet his eyes.
Silent, Brad waited for me to turn around his mind flashing back to the sight of the zombie that nearly had me for lunch. Once he noticed my shoulders quivering Brad sighed and I snorted the sound muffled by a sniff once I realized how close I'd come, again, to being bitten by a zombie. "Bridget, let me look at your head. You're bleeding." Brad asked and I finally coughed the screen in front of me blurring.
"That screen needs fixing." I pointed out and Brad cocked an eyebrow at the back of my head until I pointed at the screen to the left of my head. "That one, Brad. It's all blurry."
"It's perfectly clear, Bridget." Brad sighed and I turned my head around to see him with his eyebrows raised at me. Once he saw my eyes his eyes widened and I sighed rubbing at my eye again. "Your left eye's all red."
"Okay what the hell are you talking about now? My head aches but my eye's fine." I grumbled as I moved towards the office chair only stopping when I remembered that a corpse had been sitting in it a few minutes ago. "You are really being a pain in the arse." I mumbled, wandering around as the dull ache in the back of my head grew more insistent.
"Bridget, slow down. You're injured." Brad commented following me and I whirled around once I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Just...look I'll find you somewhere to sit and then I'm looking at your head. Your eye too and you can whine all you want." He told me and I sighed, following him when he went in search of a chair. Once my growing headache made me feel dizzy I decided then that the floor was as good a place as any to sit and once Brad returned pushing a cleaner and dead guy-free chair back to me he saw me sitting on the floor, holding my head in my hands.
"Geeze my head hurts. Feels like my brain's trying to escape my skull." I groaned my eyes clamped shut and Brad quickly knelt, wrapping an arm around my shoulders before he helped me up. The second he set me into the chair I leant back not even seeing him kneeling beside me again as the room spun and I pitched forward, strong hands catching me so I wouldn't hit the floor.