Survive
Corpral James Deverux slapped a clip into his VP-70. He looked over to her friend, Dave and called out. "Yo, Dave! How much ammo you got left?"
Dave looked at his belt pouch. "Three clips for the VP-70 plus the half left in my gun!"
James replied, "I got one left, lets beat feet down the hall and shoot over to the S.T.A.R.S. office. They might have ammo or weapons in there!"
Dave smirked. "Lead on, buddy. Lead on."
James stood up, his RPD uniform bloody. There were several bites to his chest but the kevlar armor stopped them from penatrateing to his flesh. He was about 20, about medium hieght, but he was big, as in body builder big. His reddish blonde hair fell over his face as he turned his head. "Ok. Lets go."
James ran down the hall, Dave close behind. As he rounded the corner he saw three Zombies up ahead. "We got Zombies duck, cover, and aim high!" James called out, while moveing into a one knee fireing position.
Crack! Crack! Two Zombies down by James' fire. Crack! One down by Dave.
"Damn, how fast do you shoot?" Dave asked.
"As fast as I need to." James said back.
They then took off down the hallway, stopping at the S.T.A.R.S. office.
"Alright. Now we have to-" James trailed off as a Licker leaped from behind Dave.
"Dave look out!!" James screamed but to no avail. The Licker landed on Dave and almost imeaditly began tearing at his back.
"Gahhh! Nooo!!" Dave screamed over and over again.
James fired into the Licker, pumping the rest of his clip into the foul mutant.
"Urgh!!" Dave said, then died as the licker bit into his neck, snapping the bones, and tearing vains, the blood pouring out.
James fired the final round into the licker, right into it's exposed brain. It fell back, screaming and trashing around untill it finally died. James shakily pulled his last clip out, and slapped it home. He tried to pull the slider back but it was stuck. He fired so fast that the slider actually melted onto the barrel. James ejected his still full clip and threw the gun down the hall.
Dave's body twitched lightly and then he started to get up. "Ohhhhh..."
"Dave? Dave are you alright?!" James shouted.
"Ohhhhh....." Dave said, his eyes glazed over.
"No, your not one of them... your not one of them." James said, shoveing Dave over and grabbing his gun.
James rasied Dave's gun and aimed. "Sorry buddy." He then fired.
Dave screamed, "Ohhhhhh!!" and then died.
James sighed, and muttered. "Eight rounds left in this gun, and three extra clips. I gotta grab whats in the office and find a car. Better yet, a swat van and then get the hell out." James sighed, picked up the two clips from Dave's body and opend the door to the office.
Corpral James Deverux slapped a clip into his VP-70. He looked over to her friend, Dave and called out. "Yo, Dave! How much ammo you got left?"
Dave looked at his belt pouch. "Three clips for the VP-70 plus the half left in my gun!"
James replied, "I got one left, lets beat feet down the hall and shoot over to the S.T.A.R.S. office. They might have ammo or weapons in there!"
Dave smirked. "Lead on, buddy. Lead on."
James stood up, his RPD uniform bloody. There were several bites to his chest but the kevlar armor stopped them from penatrateing to his flesh. He was about 20, about medium hieght, but he was big, as in body builder big. His reddish blonde hair fell over his face as he turned his head. "Ok. Lets go."
James ran down the hall, Dave close behind. As he rounded the corner he saw three Zombies up ahead. "We got Zombies duck, cover, and aim high!" James called out, while moveing into a one knee fireing position.
Crack! Crack! Two Zombies down by James' fire. Crack! One down by Dave.
"Damn, how fast do you shoot?" Dave asked.
"As fast as I need to." James said back.
They then took off down the hallway, stopping at the S.T.A.R.S. office.
"Alright. Now we have to-" James trailed off as a Licker leaped from behind Dave.
"Dave look out!!" James screamed but to no avail. The Licker landed on Dave and almost imeaditly began tearing at his back.
"Gahhh! Nooo!!" Dave screamed over and over again.
James fired into the Licker, pumping the rest of his clip into the foul mutant.
"Urgh!!" Dave said, then died as the licker bit into his neck, snapping the bones, and tearing vains, the blood pouring out.
James fired the final round into the licker, right into it's exposed brain. It fell back, screaming and trashing around untill it finally died. James shakily pulled his last clip out, and slapped it home. He tried to pull the slider back but it was stuck. He fired so fast that the slider actually melted onto the barrel. James ejected his still full clip and threw the gun down the hall.
Dave's body twitched lightly and then he started to get up. "Ohhhhh..."
"Dave? Dave are you alright?!" James shouted.
"Ohhhhh....." Dave said, his eyes glazed over.
"No, your not one of them... your not one of them." James said, shoveing Dave over and grabbing his gun.
James rasied Dave's gun and aimed. "Sorry buddy." He then fired.
Dave screamed, "Ohhhhhh!!" and then died.
James sighed, and muttered. "Eight rounds left in this gun, and three extra clips. I gotta grab whats in the office and find a car. Better yet, a swat van and then get the hell out." James sighed, picked up the two clips from Dave's body and opend the door to the office.