A Drop Dead Day in Wombat City 17
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C.J. shuddered and hugged his gun tightly. "What's the matter C.J.? Are you…chicken?" "Hey who are you calling chicken?" Just then the dead bodies got up and fell to the floor where the trio were standing. Chi tried opening the door but it was stuck. She tried kicking it but it was too much of a challenge for her so she shot at the zombies who were a few feet away from her. C.J. joined her and yelled, "Jim the door is stuck and the zombies are coming too fast for us, please shoot the door down!" Jim nodded and put his berretta away. Then he took out his rocket launcher and loaded it. The zombies were so close to the shooting team that they could touch their guns.
"Guys! Push the zombies to me and take cover!" "No Jim! You might die!" "I promise I'll make it out alive and if I don't, then I'll promise I'll be waiting for you in heaven!" Jim saluted them and held the rocket launcher in position, he was so brave but yet it wasn't his time. C.J. and Chi pushed through the zombies and looked down at Jim who pointed the gun at the zombies and shot. The explosion of the weapon caused C.J. and Chi to fall over. "Chi, he might still be alive! So please let's go check on him!" "O-ok, poor Jim." They waited till the smoke was thin but when they looked at the stairs, there was Jim! He was alive but he had a big burn on his right arm. Chi and C.J. ran up to Jim and quickly applied a first aid spray to his arm. C.J. took off his bandana around his neck and put it around Jim's wound. "Will you be ok, Jim?" C.J. questioned as Chi and him helped him up and put his arms around their necks.
"Of course I'll be ok!" Jim said as he pulled away from them and took out his berretta. "But my Rocket launcher isn't" Jim looked down at the burning zombies and the big piece of scrap metal by the busted up door. "So your meaning to say you'd rather of been lost than your gun!? Are you stupid!?" Chi exclaimed while hitting Jim upside the head, knocking his bandana off. Jim quickly put his bandana back on and stuck out his tongue. "No, It's just that that… Jim's stomach growls, Ah ha ha, let's go get that food!" Jim scratched his head and laughed embarrassedly.
Back with Jenny and Angel…
Jenny took one of Angel's combat knives and through it at a zombie's head. It hit right between its eyes and Jenny yelled, "Bull's eye!!!" Angel quickly took the knife out of the decapitated zombie. He then put the two together like scissors and sliced off a zombie's head. He took Tae Kwan Doe using combat knives as his training weapon. He eventually got good at using it and was swift with them. Jenny just watched as her brother killing all those zombies, not shedding one drop of sweat.
"Come on Jenny, we better get going," Angel said as he deposited his combat knives in his belt and grabbed his sister's wrist.
Back with Marc and his allies…
So Marc, Sherry, and Rocky were walking around in the dark hallway. Sherry held on to Marc's arm and each time she heard a groan, she tightened her grip on Marc. They entered a room filled with chairs a lined side by side, facing a stage.
"Looks like a room for meetings or parties," Marc said as he looked at all the beer bottles, papers, and blood on the floor…blood? Marc saw a puddle of blood and Rocky sniffed out where it was coming from which led to another room with dim lights. Marc ran after Rocky, while Sherry was pulled along. Rocky was in the corner of the room whining. Marc picked him and asked, "What's the matter boy?" Sherry nudged Marc and he turned around to see a deformed figure that once looked like a woman. She was wearing a long sleeved, dirty, blue shirt with rips on it and a black pair of old, torn khakis. Her complexion was an eerie green hue. Her hair was short, black, and tangled with a few bald spots. Bite marks invaded her body and her eyes were red with hatred. Her mouth was large and her nose was no longer there. Her teeth seemed as if they were sharpened. She was holding a bloody led pipe. Marc withdrew his machete and s-she she…
To Be Continued…
HAPPY?! IS IT LONG ENOUGH FOR YOU!? No I'm just kidding, this is dedicated again to Rager and to my new fan Captain Falcon! THANK YOU BOTH OF YOU!!! If it wasn't for you two, I probly wouldn't be writing my series anymore!! ~Ness~