Barry's Cabin, January 31st, 2002, 3:27 pm
As Barry put a plate on the table, he saw through his screen door a figure walking through the trees. He was glad, he hadn't seen anyone since he had arrived. He walked out back, and looked in the direction the figure had gone. "Hey? Burt? Is that you?" Barry called. There was no reply, but he heard the bushes rustling, so he assumed Burt was coming back. He assumed right, in that the person was coming back, but it wasn't Burt.
A pale, empty eyed, rotting human emerged. Barry stepped back, tripped on a rock, and fell to the ground. Unlike the T-Virus zombies, this one took advantage to that, and dove towards Barry. Barry narrowly rolled out of the way, and the zombie was impaled on the rock. Barry rose to his feet, and began to enter the house, when to his horror he saw the zombie getting up. Even though there was a huge hole in its chest the zombie continued to pursue Barry. Barry ran into his cabin, shutting and locking the screen door. The zombie tried the door, then seeing it was locked, smashed the glass, and stepped in. "Smart zombies" Barry thought. He ran to his bedroom, and slid the bed in front of the door, then pushed the dresser on the bed. He checked the room for a weapon, incase the zombie did get in, but he found nothing. "Why didn't I bring my gun?" Barry mumbled checking the closet, the dresser on the bed and his nightstand.
Barry searched every nook and cranny in the room, but there was nothing. In his search the zombie had banged on the door several times. There was no banging now, it was silent. Barry was confused, then he remembered it wasn't a slow, stupid thing anymore. As he remembered they were intelligent, the bedroom window came crashing into the room, and the zombie climbed in soon after. Barry knew that unarmed he had no chance against the zombie. He waited until the zombie was far enough away from the window that if he made he would have time to escape. He made his move very quickly, and professionally. He cut to his left towards the blocked door, then jumped off his left foot straight towards the window. Unfortunately the zombie wasn't stupid and knew that the door was blocked and wasn't thrown off. The zombie brought out his left arm, hitting Barry just below the throat, knocking him to the ground. The zombie bent down but Barry brought his foot up into its face, knocking it off its feet. He stood up, rubbed his sore spot, and then gathered his thoughts as the zombie stood. The zombie came straight towards him. Barry decided that he would have to take the offensive to live through this. He ran at the zombie, the jumped up, brought his foot up in front of him, and kicked the zombie to the ground again. He then stepped on the zombie's chest, and pushed down. His foot went through the spongy flesh with ease, and the zombie quit squirming.
As Barry put a plate on the table, he saw through his screen door a figure walking through the trees. He was glad, he hadn't seen anyone since he had arrived. He walked out back, and looked in the direction the figure had gone. "Hey? Burt? Is that you?" Barry called. There was no reply, but he heard the bushes rustling, so he assumed Burt was coming back. He assumed right, in that the person was coming back, but it wasn't Burt.
A pale, empty eyed, rotting human emerged. Barry stepped back, tripped on a rock, and fell to the ground. Unlike the T-Virus zombies, this one took advantage to that, and dove towards Barry. Barry narrowly rolled out of the way, and the zombie was impaled on the rock. Barry rose to his feet, and began to enter the house, when to his horror he saw the zombie getting up. Even though there was a huge hole in its chest the zombie continued to pursue Barry. Barry ran into his cabin, shutting and locking the screen door. The zombie tried the door, then seeing it was locked, smashed the glass, and stepped in. "Smart zombies" Barry thought. He ran to his bedroom, and slid the bed in front of the door, then pushed the dresser on the bed. He checked the room for a weapon, incase the zombie did get in, but he found nothing. "Why didn't I bring my gun?" Barry mumbled checking the closet, the dresser on the bed and his nightstand.
Barry searched every nook and cranny in the room, but there was nothing. In his search the zombie had banged on the door several times. There was no banging now, it was silent. Barry was confused, then he remembered it wasn't a slow, stupid thing anymore. As he remembered they were intelligent, the bedroom window came crashing into the room, and the zombie climbed in soon after. Barry knew that unarmed he had no chance against the zombie. He waited until the zombie was far enough away from the window that if he made he would have time to escape. He made his move very quickly, and professionally. He cut to his left towards the blocked door, then jumped off his left foot straight towards the window. Unfortunately the zombie wasn't stupid and knew that the door was blocked and wasn't thrown off. The zombie brought out his left arm, hitting Barry just below the throat, knocking him to the ground. The zombie bent down but Barry brought his foot up into its face, knocking it off its feet. He stood up, rubbed his sore spot, and then gathered his thoughts as the zombie stood. The zombie came straight towards him. Barry decided that he would have to take the offensive to live through this. He ran at the zombie, the jumped up, brought his foot up in front of him, and kicked the zombie to the ground again. He then stepped on the zombie's chest, and pushed down. His foot went through the spongy flesh with ease, and the zombie quit squirming.