WHOA!? This story isn't dead?! Wow!
Yeah, I know it's been a year. 365 days exactly…at least I think exactly. Maybe it was a leap year? Who knows…
Anyways, I'd apologize for leaving this story but the truth is I just didn't have inspiration for it. At all. Zero. But now its back and I'm ready to revamp this story with a completely different feel to it! I've grown as a writer over this year and I'm excited to now bring you the new and improved Will to Live!
I DO, however, apologize for leaving you guys on a cliffhanger. Bad Knifez.
This chapter will be rather short, I'm predicting only one to two thousand words, just so I can ease my way back into this story. :)
I'll also start working on rewriting this story. Boy are these first chapters UGLY!
Chef's eyes widened as bullets slammed through the walls of the motel. Screams of pain and fear rang throughout the shoddy building and Chef hurled himself to the ground hitting the wooden floor with a grunt. He squinted in the darkness and fumbled for his backpack, knowing he kept a flashlight in there for emergencies. His shaking hands classed around the pack and he shoved his hand in.
The big man flinched as the bullets sung through the room, an eerie noise of metal on wood. The screams had subsided for the most part, but the gunfire wasn't letting up.
Finally clapping his meaty, callused hand around the flashlight in his pack, he withdrew it and clicked it on. The light hissed through the dust from the splintered wood, and Chef nearly yelped with surprise, seeing a bloody Zekitrov leaning against the back wall, two holes in his stomach. He was holding a bit of intestine in his hand and his eyes were glazed, but he was still breathing.
Chef grimaced and shone the light around the room. There was no sign of Shuie. He army crawled to the doorway and shone his light down the hallway. He saw some smears of blood on the walls and most of the doors were open.
He heard footsteps behind him and grabbed the pistol from his belt, but realized he forgot to equip it when he left the room. Cursing his stupidity, he prepared himself for a fight, but relaxed when Duncan skid to a halt in front of his prone form.
"Dude, what the hell is going on?" Duncan asked in a panicked whisper.
Chef turned around and crawled back into his room, coming out moments later with his pistol at his belt and his assault rifle in his arms. "We're under attack. Zekitrov's almost dead and I can't find Shuie. Where's Courtney?"
"Under her bed. She tried to get me to stay there but I wasn't having any of it."
"Get back there." Chef told him. "Now. This shit could get ugly. You're lucky you haven't been riddled with holes, running around this hotel like some kind of idiot. I'll come get you two when its over. If I don't come and get you, wait until the gunfire stops and come out with weapons."
Duncan nodded, but he didn't look happy about it. "If you would just let me-"
"I said GO!" Chef snarled, and the punk scoffed and took off back to where he came from.
Chef returned his attention back to the hall way and eyed the window that was five yards from him. He readied his assault rifle and crept into the light of the window. He couldn't see much but the blaring headlights from three cars and the blinding muzzle flashes of heavy guns riddling the motel with holes.
Chef, unable to get a better point of view where he was, hunched down and made his way down the hallway, shouldering his way into a room. He scanned it quickly and saw no one was in it. He made his way to the window and saw two people from there, shooting into the motel. He couldn't make out any details because it was dark, but the light from the guns was enough to pinpoint their silhouettes and inform Chef that they were of people he did not know. He took the shots with ease.
Thats when the gunfire stopped.
"Shit, are they armed?" A squeaky voice called out in terror.
"Chad? Jev? Where are you guys?" Another voice called out. "CHAD? JEV!?"
Chef left the room and continued down the hallway. "Is anyone there?" He hissed, hoping someone would hear him.
"In here!" A gruff voice called from the room opposite Chef. It was a room on the far side of the hallway, farther from the bullets than the other side.
Chef practically dove in the room. He took in his surroundings. An annoyed looking Alejandro was bleeding from the arm. Jo, unharmed, was bandaging the wound to the best of her abilities, muttering about how lucky he was the bullet had passed clean through his shoulder. A white and shaking Heather was staring at the two, seemingly in a daze. In the corner, a traumatized looking Justin sat in the fetal position.
"What the fuck is going on?" Jo barked, finishing up on Alejandro and turning to glare at Chef.
"How the hell should I know?" Chef spat. "There's people with guns shooting at us. I took two of them out and now they ain't shooting anymore."
"Who the hell are they?"
"Fucked if I know." The cook glanced around the room and took in the window on the back wall. He stood up and smashed the window with the butt of his rifle, splintering the glass. He smashed it again and this time it smashed. He cleared the remaining glass and gestured to the four people in the room to leave. "High-tail into the woods if you have to."
Heather snapped out of her daze. "H-he's not going to bleed out, right?" She asked Jo.
"Nope, the fucker got lucky." Jo snorted. She grabbed her backpack and gun and strode towards the window. "We'll camp out twenty yards into the woods and wait to see what happens. We see anyone else we know we'll get 'em; we say anyone we don't….well…" She waved her gun around. "We can take care of ourselves."
Chef nodded. "Alright, I'll see what I can do about these guys. Hopefully no one else was killed."
Alejandro prodded a still prone Justin with his foot. "Amigo, we need to move."
Justin gulped and stood up.
"Heather, would you help Justin out, please?" Jo called from the other side of the window.
Chef left the four and went back into the hallway. He heard snippets of the conversation outside.
"Let's storm the place and kill the bastards that shout them!"
"No way, we're not blindly entering some place we don't know anything about with armed people inside, you moron!"
"Fuck you, man!"
"Fuck you!"
"Guys, chill out."
Chef continued moving along the hallway. He finally reached the door leading outside and leaned against it. He waited to hear what they would say.
"You nimrods better keep your voices down or they'll hear us."
"They don't know where we live, Jackson." One voice said. "Let's just leave. We fucked them up, probably took out one or two. They'll get the message and clear out."
"I like that idea." A third voice chimed in. "We're not fucking animals."
"Fine." The person supposedly named Jackson agreed. "Let's get the fuck out of here. Dave, grab the guns from the dead guys."
"Aw, but they're so gross." Dave whined.
"Just do it." Yet another voice teased.
Jesus, how many of them are there? Chef wondered, thankful they were leaving.
In another five minutes he heard the car doors slam, the engines start, and the crunch of tires on gravel as the four cars (Chef had counted when he felt it was safe to peek through the door) left the much breezier motel.
The cook sighed in relief and slumped back against the door. "They're gone, everyone." He called out. "You can come out, now."
The first to emerge were the people in the room right in front of him. A pale looking Lightning and shaking Noah emerged.
"They're really gone?" Lightning whispered, eyes wide.
Chef nodded.
One by one, people trickled into the main hall. Some were not so happy however.
"COOODYYY!" A voice wailed in pure misery. The source of the scream was revealed to be Sierra, holding a limp Cody in her arms. Red stained the boy's neck and veins could be seen in the open wound. He had died with tears on his cheeks and urine in his pants. Sierra had to be pried off of him.
Chef sent Duncan and Courtney to fetch Heather, Alejandro, Jo and Justin from the forest.
When Chef gathered everyone outside, he noticed a few people were missing. Well, actually, more than a few.
"Where are Bridgette, Geoff, Izzy, Eva, Harold, Brick and Shuie?" Courtney demanded after doing a headcount. "They're the only ones missing," her voice wavered, "besides…Cody."
"I saw some people heading for the woods in the chaos." Trent said. "I don't know who exactly, but I definitely saw Izzy's red hair."
"They're in the woods then. Hopefully they'll come back." Chef said halfheartedly. "We'll just wait."
"Wait?" Gwen scoffed. "What if they come back? We need to leave!"
"I'm with her." Aidan nodded. "Let's get the hell out of here before they come back with more guys and more guns."
"Speaking of guys." Duncan sneered, meandering over to the dead bodies. He drove his foot into the skull of one of the dead men, splitting the scalp and shattering teeth. "What the fuck did you fuckers want?" He barked, kicking the same man in the face, breaking his dead nose.
"Enough." James said quietly.
Duncan sighed and delivered a final kick to the mans very messy face. "Fine."
"Everyone go get your supplies. Make sure to throw out anything that's been shot. We don't want any canned food rotting in out backpacks." Chef told them. "When that's all done, I say we dig graves for Zekitrov and Cody."
"Why would we dig a grave for an awful person?" Beth frowned.
"Because we ain't awful people."
Five minutes go by.
A scream. Loud and shrill. People running.
Chef shouldered his way through the group of people in the doorway. A teary Ezekiel and a shell-shocked Jo.
Guess she hadn't made it to the woods.
Chef sunk back against the wall.
What a blow.
Eva, in a pool of her own blood, face down on the shoddy motel carpet.
Dead: Owen, LeShawna, Staci, Sadie, B, Sam, Dakota, DJ, Lindsay, Chris, Cameron, Tyler, Scott, Anne Maria, Katie, Haley, Zoey, Dawn, Mike, Zekitrov, Cody, Eva.
Unknown: Izzy, Harold, Bridgette, Geoff, Brick, Shuie.
Alive: Ezekiel, Noah, Justin, Beth, Courtney, Trent, Duncan, Heather, Gwen, Alejandro, Sierra, Lightning, Jo, Chef, Aidan and James.
Short, I know. I hope to have an update to this soon, and hopefully it'll be much longer.
#ReviveWtL is complete, haha! Happy Memorial Day everyone!