CHAPTER 6
Chris' car sped down the dirt road, hastily trying to escape the terror of the last few hours. It was still night and Chris was having trouble seeing. Then came the noise. A banging, emanating from the back of the car. Dave, Stewart and Ian (who were all in the back seat) looked behind them at the seat. The seat began to rattle when out of nowhere two deformed arms burst from the seat and grabbed Ian by the head. It began to bang his head repeatedly against the back window. Then it threw him backward, he knocked into Chris, who failed to keep the car in control. The car flew off the road and into a tree, sending Chris thorough the windscreen in a hailstorm of glass.
Everyone staggered out of the car and helped Chris to his feet, he had a few cuts to the forehead and left cheek but overall he was ok. He ripped back the pump action part of the shotgun and circled to the back of the car. He placed the barrels of the gun onto the lid of the boot and squeezed both triggers. The gun roared and tore a hole into the back of the car. Chris stepped back when he heard a distorted scream. He peered towards the hole when a huge liquid column, of dark red blood burst from the boot, splashing all over him. He slipped over backwards and lay prone for a moment. The boot of the car was torn off and Adam's reanimated corpse, complete with hole in chest from shotgun blast, rose up into the air. It began to speak in that strange distorted voice. 'You disturbed our eternal slumber and must not be allowed to leave!!' Then the body began to spasm wildly, drooling green slime.
The friends began to run for their lives, not looking back until they reached the cabin. The 'Adam zombie' was no-where to be seen. It was time to arm themselves, no more fooling around, they had adopted the 'its them or us' theory. Chris taped two 8-inch kitchen knives below his shotgun, one bayonet for each barrel and gave it to Vicky, telling her to hide in her room upstairs. The four boys descended into the basement to improve on their arsenal. Chris and Stewart led the other two into the first room they had searched, showing them the cool medieval weaponry. Chris smashed open the glass case containing the broadsword, with a metal box, and took out the hefty armament. It was a fine weapon, with a gold hilt and well crafted, leather coated handle.
'Here Dave you're a lot stronger than me, take this.' He said
He handed over the weapon and took the axe in exchange. Stewan decided upon a short sword found in another case on the opposite wall. It was light and had a blade about 12 inches long. Ian could not find anything useful and while trying to smash open a chest with a small wooden box, the small box shattered, spilling its contents. There on the floor was a colt python, and twelve rounds.
'Shit dude! That's a well cool gun! In Resident Evil that baby decapitates a zombie with one shot! Cried Dave enthusiastically. The four friends raced upstairs to check out their supplies.
'Oh dude! There's a Fuckin' chainsaw in that work shed!' yelled Chris.
Before he could even think about going to get it Adam walked through the door, but he looked fine. Not distorted, no blood, nothing.
'Help me guys, before those monsters come back!' he pleaded.
Stewart went over and put a hand on Adam's shoulder. He turned back to say something to the others but as they came into view he noticed their faces twisted in horror. He turned back just in time to see that Adam had changed back into a zombie, before being backhanded in the face and sent flying. Chris ran at him with the axe held high but received a similar attack that had befallen Stewart. Ian fired a round from the colt python and the recoil sent him sprawling. The .357 round whistled through the air and struck the creature in the left shoulder. Blood and rotted fresh sprayed up and out like confetti, and the arm fell clean off. Much to everyone's surprise the hand then scurried upstairs. The four ran up the stairs trying to escape, and catch the demon arm, with the 'Adam creature' hot on their heels.
