CHAPTER 8
The group of survivors looked at the oncoming zombies. "Oh, shit!" Paul said, loudly. "Now what?" George pulled out his handgun and squeezed past the others.
"This." he told him, aiming the weapon at the zombies, and firing all fifteen shots off. Each bullet past through each individual zombie, and they all collapsed to the ground, twitching slightly. George reloaded his gun, and kept it in his hand. The exit walls started to smash and crumple, indicating the huge thing outside knew where it's prey was. However, the corridor was so thin and tight, it couldn't fit through to give chase. The humans didn't want to give it a chance, though, and quickly jumped over the group of corpses and ran down the corridor.
The group jogged down the corridors, with Anna leading them. "We may as well go the way we came." she told them, but mainly to Jake.
"You got any more guns?" Jake asked George, looking in his direction.
"They're still in the dump truck we had." George answered. "That thing found us and killed Jim. It was the same thing that killed some of my men earlier, I think."
"I gotta felling that thing's gonna be a pain in the ass." Henry stated. Anna reached the bottom of the steps.
"We're here." she told them all, then walked up the steps. She got to the top and looked around. Deserted. They walked down the corridor, guns ready. "Must still be empty." Anna stated.
"Thank God for that." Lucy said. Anna opened the door, and saw the creature that had chased them just before spin round to see them.
"Get back down there!" Anna ordered, spinning round and running. Everyone obeyed without argument, and the creature ploughed through the wall, turning it to dust. The humans ran back down the stairs. The creature swung it's over-sized fist at Anna, missing her body by inches, and smashing into the concrete wall next to her. It realized it was too big to follow them down, and roared in frustration.
"Oh, shit." Michelle said. "What now?"
"I dunno yet, just give me a minute." Jake replied.
"Well, we're fucked if we stay down here." Paul stated.
"You got a plan, then?" Henry asked. Everyone was getting frantic, wondering how they could get out of their situation. Michelle screamed. Everyone shut up and quickly looked over at her. A zombie tore a chunk of flesh out of her neck, and she carried on screaming as she pushed it away. The zombie hit the wall behind it, then extended it's arms slightly to get back to it's meal. Anna quickly pulled her gun out and shot the zombie three times, all shots hitting it in the face. Fragments of brain, blood and rotting flesh slapped against the wall, and the zombie slid down to the ground.
Michelle pressed her hand tightly against her neck, blood oozing through the gaps between her fingers. George pulled out his pistol slowly, knowing full well that she'd soon turn into one of the zombies, and aimed at her head. His finger tightened on the trigger, and Michelle looked into his eyes. He squeezed it.
Jake noticed George point his weapon at Michelle, and quickly pushed his arm away, making George misfire. The bullet harmlessly hit the wall behind Michelle. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jake asked George, shouting at him.
"She's dead anyway!" George retaliated. "It's easier to kill her now then when she's one of them."
"He's right." Michelle said. "I'm dead."
"Michelle..." Anna said. "Don't talk like that."
"I can get you outta here though." Michelle continued, starting to feel dizzy. "I'll give you three minutes to get to the back exit, then give me one." she told them.
"What are you gonna do?" Henry asked her.
"You already know." Michelle answered. "Now go." Jake was about to retaliate. Michelle knew it. "Go now!" she ordered him, raising her voice. "You got three minutes!" she added. The others turned and started running. Jake stood there for a while, then followed them. Michelle watched them leave, and leaned against the wall to support her. She started counting.
After the three minutes, Michelle pushed herself off the wall and walked up the stairs. The thing had gone, but she knew it wouldn't go far. She walked down the corridor, then through the door. "Hey!" she shouted. She staggered into the center of the room. "Hey!" she called again. Suddenly, the creature burst through the wall in front of her, spraying dust and rocks into the room. It walked towards her. Michelle didn't say anything as it stopped right in front of her. She looked up at it, and let go of her neck. The creature raised it's massive fist above her, ready to bring it down and pulverize her frail body.
Henry burst through the door to the small car park, aiming his gun around at anything that might be lethal. The creature wasn't there. Michelle's plan had worked. They ran back through the gate, and Henry turned towards George, running backwards. "Is it worth getting those guns?" he asked him.
"We're running low on ammo, so I think we should go get them." George answered. Henry turned again, running forward.
"What guns?" Anna asked, wondering what they were talking about.
Michelle closed her eyes, waiting for the heavy impact the creature's fist would give to her skull. She didn't feel anything. She opened her eyes, and saw the thing turn to walk away. She felt her wound, and realized something. It wouldn't attack zombies. It somehow knew she had the virus, and wouldn't kill her. She ran over to it. "Hey, you!" she shouted at it. "What's the matter with you?" The creature ignored her. Michelle pulled her gun out, and fired up at it. The bullets punched into it's chest, but didn't affect the creature. Michelle stood in it's way. "Kill me!" she ordered it. It looked down at her, then pushed her to one side. She flew into a table, but got up again. She Picked up a plastic chair and ran over to the creature, smashing it against it's legs. The thing turned around and looked at her. "Kill me!" she yelled, throwing anything she could at it. The creature grabbed her head suddenly, and started to squeeze. It crushed Michelle's skull like a ball of paper, and brain matter mixed with a lot of blood seeped through the gaps in it's hand.
The group of surviving humans reached the wreckage of a dump truck. "This where the guns are?" Jake asked. Henry nodded. George walked over to it, followed by Jake, Paul and Anna. Henry started to walk after them, but Lucy grabbed his arm. "I don't want to see Jim again." she told him, noticing the blood on the back window. Henry looked at the truck, then at Lucy.
"Ok." He said, and stood next to her, looking down the road in case the thing was coming back. George opened the door, and Jake saw Jim's body. His face was mashed beyond recognition, and looked like a smashed egg. Anna saw it to.
"Hell with that." she whispered, and walked over to Henry and Lucy. George climbed into the truck and grabbed some of the weapons. He passed them down to Jake, then some to Paul, then he grabbed the rest. He got out of the truck, and they walked back over to the other three. They placed the guns on the ground, and everyone took at least one.
"This should last us 'till the airport." Jake stated, getting used to the assault rifle.
"Yeah. All we need is something to get us there." Anna added. Jake looked at the map they'd found in the police precinct.
"You're right. Airport's a long way away." Jake replied. He looked around and saw a parked car. "Let's take that." he said. George looked at it.
"Fuck that." he said, bluntly. "I saw a better one on the way past. Fast car. Not like that heap of shit." he explained. Jake shrugged.
"Ok, lead the way." Jake told him. George turned around and walked down the road, followed by everyone else.
Dave Richards opened his eyes suddenly. He remembered sitting in a helicopter with Kylie Trent, and the Marine who was flying landed in a base of some kind. The Marine had jumped out, holding some kind of case, and then another group of Marines pinned him and Kylie down, and injected them with something.
Dave looked around. He was in a small, cold cell. The walls were white, and felt like plastic. There was a transparent, plastic door. Dave touched it, wondering if it was electrified. It wasn't. Dave punched the plastic, then sat in the center of the empty room. He looked across at the other cells, and saw a zombie in each one. "What the fuck is going on?" he asked himself.
"Dave?" came a voice from the wall. It sounded like Kylie. Dave stood up and pressed his ear against the cold wall.
"Kylie?" he asked.
"Yeah." Kylie confirmed. "Where are we?" she asked.
"I have no idea." Dave answered. "Looks like some kind of prison."
"Prison?" Kylie asked, her voice rising with confusion. "We haven't done anything!"
"I know." Dave replied, looking at the other cages. "But something's not right. Why are there zombies in cages?"
"I don't know." Kylie answered. "How are we gonna get outta here?"
"I'll think of something." Dave reassured her. "I just need some time."
George stopped the black car outside the LA Airport, in the car park. Everyone got out, and looked at it. "Almost there now." Jake said to them.
"It's about damn time." Anna replied. They all gripped their guns tightly, and walked towards one of the entrances.
"Take it we just kill all of them." Paul wondered aloud, looking over to everyone.
"Depends if we have enough ammo." George answered. Lucy looked at the guns they had.
"That a yes, then?" she asked. The reached the entrance, and George kicked one of the doors open.
"Yup." George replied, firing a bullet into a nearby zombie's skull. This attracted the attention of more zombies. There were a lot of them in the airport, and the humans swiftly started taking them out in a wave of gunfire and blood.
In nearly no time at all, the main hall was occupied by lots of bleeding, very dead corpses lying on the ground. The humans carefully walked past them, making sure none of them would try biting there ankles. They got past the crowd of dead bodies, and ran up the stairs to the second floor. There were a few zombies, and George took them out quickly. Henry looked at a sign pointing to the docking bay for planes.
"This way." he stated, following the sign. The rest followed him, looking in all directions for zombies or anything else. As they turned the corner, they saw another group. Jake, George and Paul raised their weapons, but as they fired, the group dived out of the way, and round a corner.
"Hold your fire!" Jake shouted, realizing that they'd found more survivors. "They're human!" Suddenly, one of the people turned his head and arm around the corner and fired a couple of shots at them. The group ducked and turned the corner again. Jake leaned against the corner, looking into the corridor. "Stop, we're humans!" he ordered. "We just thought you were zombies!"
"Who the hell are you people?" came a voice from down the corridor.
"Survivors, like you." Anna called out.
"I'm gonna come out, ok?" Jake shouted. "Just hold your fire." When he said that, Jake stepped into the corridor, and saw three boys, aged between 17 and 19. They were aiming handguns at him as he walked towards them.
"What are you doing here?" the middle boy asked, seemingly the leader. He had no hair, and the light reflected slightly off his brown skinned head. The boy next to him was black, with longer hair. The one on his right was white, with blonde, short hair.
"Looking for a way outta here." Jake answered.
"Well, you're shit outta luck here then." said the second boy. "All the planes have gone. Other people must've took 'em."
"You sure?" asked Jake, not wanting to believe them.
"Yeah. Why do you think me and my gang are still stuck in LA?" replied the leader.
"Shit." Jake said bluntly. The others came out from behind the corner, realizing it was safe now. "No planes." Jake told them.
"We heard." Paul replied.
"There is one more way, then." George said, looking around at everyone.
"What's that then?" Anna asked him.
"There's a large underground facility in this city, where the military are testing on zombies and some other creatures. There should be some kind of plane or chopper there." George explained.
"Uh-huh..." Lucy said, taking it all in. "And when where you gonna tell us this?" she asked him, angrily.
"I thought it would be safer to take a plane from here. This base has a lot of security, not to mention creatures locked up. Who knows if they've escaped." George replied.
"Do you know where this base is?" Jake asked him. George nodded.
"I can take you to the back entrance, no sweat." he answered.
"Good." Jake said, then turned to the three boys. "We could do with your's and your gang's help on this." he stated.
"Hell with that." the leader stated. "We ain't taking orders from some middle-class white dude who previously tried to kill us."
"Hey, me and her," Jake pointed to Anna. "We've been through this thing already. We know what we're doing. If you wanna chance at living through this, you'll help us."
"We can take care of ourselves." the leader told him, and walked back down the corridor. Jake watched, then shrugged and turned around.
"We'd better get there as soon as possible." he said. He looked at George. "Lead the way."
Kylie laid down on her back on the cold, hard floor. She thought to herself about why she was in the cell, where they were and what was going on. She looked at the cells opposite her again. The zombies still walked around, occasionally banging there hands against the clear, plastic door preventing them to escape. She wondered whether that was what was going to happen to her and Dave.
Kylie heard choking from the cell next to her. Dave's cell. Kylie instantly jumped up and leant up close to the wall, and pounded her fist against it. "Dave? Dave, what's going on?" The choking and struggling continued. Dave was dieing.
Kylie ran to her door and smashed her hands against it. "Hey!" she yelled. "He needs help!" Suddenly, two scientists ran past her, and quickly swiped a key card through the slot, and Kylie heard Dave's door slide open. A few moments later, she heard what sounded like punches and kicks, and some painful groans. She tried peering as far round the corner as the clear obstruction would allow her, and then Dave spun round the corner. He made Kylie jump, then Dave closed his cell door, trapping the scientists. He unlocked Kylie's cell, and she ran out and hugged Dave.
"We gotta move." Dave told her, and they both ran down the corridor.
"Hey," Henry asked as George spun the car around a corner. "This virus, it doesn't affect stuff like trees and plants as well, does it?"
"What?" Jake asked, confused.
"Well, I was wondering if we ended up near some trees or bushes or something, if we would get attacked by them too." Henry explained. Jake laughed.
"I think we're safe. I doubt we'll be shrubbed to death. Only living creatures get affected." he explained.
"Oh, good." Henry replied, then sat back into his seat. Jake looked at George.
"Where is this back door, anyway?" he asked.
"There's a door in the subway." George answered. It's basically a fire escape. Nobody ever uses it."
"So it won't be guarded?" Anna asked.
"I doubt it. It's hidden." George replied. As he said that, he pulled the car over outside the subway station. "I'll lead you there. Just follow me." he explained, then got out of the car. Everyone did the same, and followed George down the concrete steps.
After taking out the three zombies at the bottom, George jumped down onto the rails, avoiding the metallic tracks to avoid becoming crispy. The others did the same, and George led them down the train tracks, into what was almost pitch black. "What now?" Henry asked George, finding it very hard to tell where anything was. Suddenly, they heard a click, and a beam of bright light shot forward from George's flashlight. He aimed it down to check he wasn't about to electrocute himself.
"Stay close." George ordered. I don't think it's very far."
"I hope not." Lucy said. "I can't see a goddamn..." A roar echoed through the tunnel, making Lucy stop talking and sending a chill down everyones spine.
"That's a scream I've never heard before." Jake stated. "What the hell is it?"
"It's down here..." Anna whispered. "I think we'd best turn back."
"I ain't gonna disagree..." replied George, shook up by the sudden outburst from the darkness. He shone the light back down the tunnel, and the light hit something far back down the tunnel. Something big. They couldn't make it out, but it seemed to notice the light. The creature howled again, and it's howl was followed by load thuds of it's feet hitting the ground as it came closer.
The group of survivors looked at the oncoming zombies. "Oh, shit!" Paul said, loudly. "Now what?" George pulled out his handgun and squeezed past the others.
"This." he told him, aiming the weapon at the zombies, and firing all fifteen shots off. Each bullet past through each individual zombie, and they all collapsed to the ground, twitching slightly. George reloaded his gun, and kept it in his hand. The exit walls started to smash and crumple, indicating the huge thing outside knew where it's prey was. However, the corridor was so thin and tight, it couldn't fit through to give chase. The humans didn't want to give it a chance, though, and quickly jumped over the group of corpses and ran down the corridor.
The group jogged down the corridors, with Anna leading them. "We may as well go the way we came." she told them, but mainly to Jake.
"You got any more guns?" Jake asked George, looking in his direction.
"They're still in the dump truck we had." George answered. "That thing found us and killed Jim. It was the same thing that killed some of my men earlier, I think."
"I gotta felling that thing's gonna be a pain in the ass." Henry stated. Anna reached the bottom of the steps.
"We're here." she told them all, then walked up the steps. She got to the top and looked around. Deserted. They walked down the corridor, guns ready. "Must still be empty." Anna stated.
"Thank God for that." Lucy said. Anna opened the door, and saw the creature that had chased them just before spin round to see them.
"Get back down there!" Anna ordered, spinning round and running. Everyone obeyed without argument, and the creature ploughed through the wall, turning it to dust. The humans ran back down the stairs. The creature swung it's over-sized fist at Anna, missing her body by inches, and smashing into the concrete wall next to her. It realized it was too big to follow them down, and roared in frustration.
"Oh, shit." Michelle said. "What now?"
"I dunno yet, just give me a minute." Jake replied.
"Well, we're fucked if we stay down here." Paul stated.
"You got a plan, then?" Henry asked. Everyone was getting frantic, wondering how they could get out of their situation. Michelle screamed. Everyone shut up and quickly looked over at her. A zombie tore a chunk of flesh out of her neck, and she carried on screaming as she pushed it away. The zombie hit the wall behind it, then extended it's arms slightly to get back to it's meal. Anna quickly pulled her gun out and shot the zombie three times, all shots hitting it in the face. Fragments of brain, blood and rotting flesh slapped against the wall, and the zombie slid down to the ground.
Michelle pressed her hand tightly against her neck, blood oozing through the gaps between her fingers. George pulled out his pistol slowly, knowing full well that she'd soon turn into one of the zombies, and aimed at her head. His finger tightened on the trigger, and Michelle looked into his eyes. He squeezed it.
Jake noticed George point his weapon at Michelle, and quickly pushed his arm away, making George misfire. The bullet harmlessly hit the wall behind Michelle. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jake asked George, shouting at him.
"She's dead anyway!" George retaliated. "It's easier to kill her now then when she's one of them."
"He's right." Michelle said. "I'm dead."
"Michelle..." Anna said. "Don't talk like that."
"I can get you outta here though." Michelle continued, starting to feel dizzy. "I'll give you three minutes to get to the back exit, then give me one." she told them.
"What are you gonna do?" Henry asked her.
"You already know." Michelle answered. "Now go." Jake was about to retaliate. Michelle knew it. "Go now!" she ordered him, raising her voice. "You got three minutes!" she added. The others turned and started running. Jake stood there for a while, then followed them. Michelle watched them leave, and leaned against the wall to support her. She started counting.
After the three minutes, Michelle pushed herself off the wall and walked up the stairs. The thing had gone, but she knew it wouldn't go far. She walked down the corridor, then through the door. "Hey!" she shouted. She staggered into the center of the room. "Hey!" she called again. Suddenly, the creature burst through the wall in front of her, spraying dust and rocks into the room. It walked towards her. Michelle didn't say anything as it stopped right in front of her. She looked up at it, and let go of her neck. The creature raised it's massive fist above her, ready to bring it down and pulverize her frail body.
Henry burst through the door to the small car park, aiming his gun around at anything that might be lethal. The creature wasn't there. Michelle's plan had worked. They ran back through the gate, and Henry turned towards George, running backwards. "Is it worth getting those guns?" he asked him.
"We're running low on ammo, so I think we should go get them." George answered. Henry turned again, running forward.
"What guns?" Anna asked, wondering what they were talking about.
Michelle closed her eyes, waiting for the heavy impact the creature's fist would give to her skull. She didn't feel anything. She opened her eyes, and saw the thing turn to walk away. She felt her wound, and realized something. It wouldn't attack zombies. It somehow knew she had the virus, and wouldn't kill her. She ran over to it. "Hey, you!" she shouted at it. "What's the matter with you?" The creature ignored her. Michelle pulled her gun out, and fired up at it. The bullets punched into it's chest, but didn't affect the creature. Michelle stood in it's way. "Kill me!" she ordered it. It looked down at her, then pushed her to one side. She flew into a table, but got up again. She Picked up a plastic chair and ran over to the creature, smashing it against it's legs. The thing turned around and looked at her. "Kill me!" she yelled, throwing anything she could at it. The creature grabbed her head suddenly, and started to squeeze. It crushed Michelle's skull like a ball of paper, and brain matter mixed with a lot of blood seeped through the gaps in it's hand.
The group of surviving humans reached the wreckage of a dump truck. "This where the guns are?" Jake asked. Henry nodded. George walked over to it, followed by Jake, Paul and Anna. Henry started to walk after them, but Lucy grabbed his arm. "I don't want to see Jim again." she told him, noticing the blood on the back window. Henry looked at the truck, then at Lucy.
"Ok." He said, and stood next to her, looking down the road in case the thing was coming back. George opened the door, and Jake saw Jim's body. His face was mashed beyond recognition, and looked like a smashed egg. Anna saw it to.
"Hell with that." she whispered, and walked over to Henry and Lucy. George climbed into the truck and grabbed some of the weapons. He passed them down to Jake, then some to Paul, then he grabbed the rest. He got out of the truck, and they walked back over to the other three. They placed the guns on the ground, and everyone took at least one.
"This should last us 'till the airport." Jake stated, getting used to the assault rifle.
"Yeah. All we need is something to get us there." Anna added. Jake looked at the map they'd found in the police precinct.
"You're right. Airport's a long way away." Jake replied. He looked around and saw a parked car. "Let's take that." he said. George looked at it.
"Fuck that." he said, bluntly. "I saw a better one on the way past. Fast car. Not like that heap of shit." he explained. Jake shrugged.
"Ok, lead the way." Jake told him. George turned around and walked down the road, followed by everyone else.
Dave Richards opened his eyes suddenly. He remembered sitting in a helicopter with Kylie Trent, and the Marine who was flying landed in a base of some kind. The Marine had jumped out, holding some kind of case, and then another group of Marines pinned him and Kylie down, and injected them with something.
Dave looked around. He was in a small, cold cell. The walls were white, and felt like plastic. There was a transparent, plastic door. Dave touched it, wondering if it was electrified. It wasn't. Dave punched the plastic, then sat in the center of the empty room. He looked across at the other cells, and saw a zombie in each one. "What the fuck is going on?" he asked himself.
"Dave?" came a voice from the wall. It sounded like Kylie. Dave stood up and pressed his ear against the cold wall.
"Kylie?" he asked.
"Yeah." Kylie confirmed. "Where are we?" she asked.
"I have no idea." Dave answered. "Looks like some kind of prison."
"Prison?" Kylie asked, her voice rising with confusion. "We haven't done anything!"
"I know." Dave replied, looking at the other cages. "But something's not right. Why are there zombies in cages?"
"I don't know." Kylie answered. "How are we gonna get outta here?"
"I'll think of something." Dave reassured her. "I just need some time."
George stopped the black car outside the LA Airport, in the car park. Everyone got out, and looked at it. "Almost there now." Jake said to them.
"It's about damn time." Anna replied. They all gripped their guns tightly, and walked towards one of the entrances.
"Take it we just kill all of them." Paul wondered aloud, looking over to everyone.
"Depends if we have enough ammo." George answered. Lucy looked at the guns they had.
"That a yes, then?" she asked. The reached the entrance, and George kicked one of the doors open.
"Yup." George replied, firing a bullet into a nearby zombie's skull. This attracted the attention of more zombies. There were a lot of them in the airport, and the humans swiftly started taking them out in a wave of gunfire and blood.
In nearly no time at all, the main hall was occupied by lots of bleeding, very dead corpses lying on the ground. The humans carefully walked past them, making sure none of them would try biting there ankles. They got past the crowd of dead bodies, and ran up the stairs to the second floor. There were a few zombies, and George took them out quickly. Henry looked at a sign pointing to the docking bay for planes.
"This way." he stated, following the sign. The rest followed him, looking in all directions for zombies or anything else. As they turned the corner, they saw another group. Jake, George and Paul raised their weapons, but as they fired, the group dived out of the way, and round a corner.
"Hold your fire!" Jake shouted, realizing that they'd found more survivors. "They're human!" Suddenly, one of the people turned his head and arm around the corner and fired a couple of shots at them. The group ducked and turned the corner again. Jake leaned against the corner, looking into the corridor. "Stop, we're humans!" he ordered. "We just thought you were zombies!"
"Who the hell are you people?" came a voice from down the corridor.
"Survivors, like you." Anna called out.
"I'm gonna come out, ok?" Jake shouted. "Just hold your fire." When he said that, Jake stepped into the corridor, and saw three boys, aged between 17 and 19. They were aiming handguns at him as he walked towards them.
"What are you doing here?" the middle boy asked, seemingly the leader. He had no hair, and the light reflected slightly off his brown skinned head. The boy next to him was black, with longer hair. The one on his right was white, with blonde, short hair.
"Looking for a way outta here." Jake answered.
"Well, you're shit outta luck here then." said the second boy. "All the planes have gone. Other people must've took 'em."
"You sure?" asked Jake, not wanting to believe them.
"Yeah. Why do you think me and my gang are still stuck in LA?" replied the leader.
"Shit." Jake said bluntly. The others came out from behind the corner, realizing it was safe now. "No planes." Jake told them.
"We heard." Paul replied.
"There is one more way, then." George said, looking around at everyone.
"What's that then?" Anna asked him.
"There's a large underground facility in this city, where the military are testing on zombies and some other creatures. There should be some kind of plane or chopper there." George explained.
"Uh-huh..." Lucy said, taking it all in. "And when where you gonna tell us this?" she asked him, angrily.
"I thought it would be safer to take a plane from here. This base has a lot of security, not to mention creatures locked up. Who knows if they've escaped." George replied.
"Do you know where this base is?" Jake asked him. George nodded.
"I can take you to the back entrance, no sweat." he answered.
"Good." Jake said, then turned to the three boys. "We could do with your's and your gang's help on this." he stated.
"Hell with that." the leader stated. "We ain't taking orders from some middle-class white dude who previously tried to kill us."
"Hey, me and her," Jake pointed to Anna. "We've been through this thing already. We know what we're doing. If you wanna chance at living through this, you'll help us."
"We can take care of ourselves." the leader told him, and walked back down the corridor. Jake watched, then shrugged and turned around.
"We'd better get there as soon as possible." he said. He looked at George. "Lead the way."
Kylie laid down on her back on the cold, hard floor. She thought to herself about why she was in the cell, where they were and what was going on. She looked at the cells opposite her again. The zombies still walked around, occasionally banging there hands against the clear, plastic door preventing them to escape. She wondered whether that was what was going to happen to her and Dave.
Kylie heard choking from the cell next to her. Dave's cell. Kylie instantly jumped up and leant up close to the wall, and pounded her fist against it. "Dave? Dave, what's going on?" The choking and struggling continued. Dave was dieing.
Kylie ran to her door and smashed her hands against it. "Hey!" she yelled. "He needs help!" Suddenly, two scientists ran past her, and quickly swiped a key card through the slot, and Kylie heard Dave's door slide open. A few moments later, she heard what sounded like punches and kicks, and some painful groans. She tried peering as far round the corner as the clear obstruction would allow her, and then Dave spun round the corner. He made Kylie jump, then Dave closed his cell door, trapping the scientists. He unlocked Kylie's cell, and she ran out and hugged Dave.
"We gotta move." Dave told her, and they both ran down the corridor.
"Hey," Henry asked as George spun the car around a corner. "This virus, it doesn't affect stuff like trees and plants as well, does it?"
"What?" Jake asked, confused.
"Well, I was wondering if we ended up near some trees or bushes or something, if we would get attacked by them too." Henry explained. Jake laughed.
"I think we're safe. I doubt we'll be shrubbed to death. Only living creatures get affected." he explained.
"Oh, good." Henry replied, then sat back into his seat. Jake looked at George.
"Where is this back door, anyway?" he asked.
"There's a door in the subway." George answered. It's basically a fire escape. Nobody ever uses it."
"So it won't be guarded?" Anna asked.
"I doubt it. It's hidden." George replied. As he said that, he pulled the car over outside the subway station. "I'll lead you there. Just follow me." he explained, then got out of the car. Everyone did the same, and followed George down the concrete steps.
After taking out the three zombies at the bottom, George jumped down onto the rails, avoiding the metallic tracks to avoid becoming crispy. The others did the same, and George led them down the train tracks, into what was almost pitch black. "What now?" Henry asked George, finding it very hard to tell where anything was. Suddenly, they heard a click, and a beam of bright light shot forward from George's flashlight. He aimed it down to check he wasn't about to electrocute himself.
"Stay close." George ordered. I don't think it's very far."
"I hope not." Lucy said. "I can't see a goddamn..." A roar echoed through the tunnel, making Lucy stop talking and sending a chill down everyones spine.
"That's a scream I've never heard before." Jake stated. "What the hell is it?"
"It's down here..." Anna whispered. "I think we'd best turn back."
"I ain't gonna disagree..." replied George, shook up by the sudden outburst from the darkness. He shone the light back down the tunnel, and the light hit something far back down the tunnel. Something big. They couldn't make it out, but it seemed to notice the light. The creature howled again, and it's howl was followed by load thuds of it's feet hitting the ground as it came closer.