Chapter 5: Chaos
I just want to thank everybody for reviewing so far! This chapter is dedicated to my good friend, Brian Marcelo! So, if your reading this…guess what? I've decided to dedicate not only this chapter but the next chapter to you also. Hope you like them! Recently, I had an idea so I've decided to ask you the reviewers for help. I'm thinking about putting the people who reviewed in my story too! So, if you want me to put a character that you made up in the following chapters…then please don't hesitate to ask. Give me your suggestions! What do you think I should do?
Summary: The zombies are finally emerging! In addition, people are starting to die left and right…and now it's up to mark and his friends to escape! The pressure is on…Who will make it out and who will be left behind?
(5:00 A.M Monday)
Mark turned the radio up when his favorite song came on...*Crawling* by Incubus. Smiling smugly, he began to tap his fingers against the steering wheel, while humming to the music. Looking up at the streetlight, he put his foot on the ignition when the light turned green. After driving for a couple of minutes he suddenly stopped when his eyes caught sight of a woman in white laying in the middle of the street. Looking back, he noticed that Sydney was paling and Max looked tense…nodding to both of them he slowly got out of the car and walked over to the body, pulling out his shotgun in the process. "Are you alright?" asked Mark. He turned the woman over and almost barfed all over himself at the sight of the woman's face. Half her face was missing and it looked like something took a big chunk out of her other neck.
Turning his eyes widened in fear when he notices three shadows come out of an alley not to far away…running he opens the door to the car and puts the keys into the ignition. "Shit! It won't start!" cried Mark. He looked up and cursed outloud when he saw that the body of the woman was no longer there. Getting back to the task at hand, he turned the key repeatedly but the car would not start. He turned to look at the others and gave them a frightened look. "Mark! Behind you!" Max cried. Turning he almost screamed when he saw the woman, now a zombie, clawing at the window. Her eyes were devoid of any life and saliva dripped out of her mouth and onto the window and she moaned hungrily. "Mark! Start the car, man!" shouted Sydney. Praying to god he put the key in and held his breath, turning it he almost shutted for joy when the car immediately started up. "Thank you, God!" Mark cried happily.
Putting the stick on drive he gunned up the ignition and started to drive. He shouted in triump when the car ran over the helpless zombie giving off the terrible sound of crushing bones and squishing blood. Driving over the speed limit he headed for the buisness distriict, where they woud stop for a minute to get some gas. Minutes past without any sign of those things and Mark thought they were safe untill he turned the corner. In front of them was a barricade of police cars, fifty maybe even seventy Officers were waiting for a huge zombie horde to come within firing range. Amongst the crowd of RPD Officers, Mark spotted the same Officer that tried to arrest him ealier. Sighing reluctantly, he rowed down his wondow and shutted at the top of his lungs. "AIM FOR THE HEADS!" yelled Mark. A couple of Officers turn to the shut and their eyes almost widened when they realized who was gving them the tip. "Mark Davis!?!" cried one of the Officers. "What the hell are you doing here?" shouted another Officer. Mark shrugged and gestured to the zombies approaching. "Trying to get out of town…if your gonna stay an dfight hose things you better aim at the heads, it'll kill them fast." Mark annouced.
The Officers stared at the man for awhile before nodding and turning to face off against the undead. "Thanks for the advice." replied an Officer before going back to watching the zombies shuffle forward. One of the Officers, Matthew Stevens, stood wide-eyed at the scene before him. This was the man that murdered his sister, Alana…. Why was he helping them? "Well, I gotta get some gas…good luck!" Mark said. Leaving the Officers behind he wondered if they were going to make it…. Deep down in his gut he knew they wouldn't win. There were too many zombies to take down. Somehow, he hoped that they would get out, at least some people would survive. Looking back to the road, he watched as the gas station came into view and pulled up to the pump. Jumping out he sniffed for anything peculiar and smiled in satisfaction when he found that everything was safe…for now. After pumping the car with gas, he turned to get back in just when a bald man shuffled out of the mini mart.
"Sorry, man! I'm not ready to die yet…* Mark whispered under his breath. Bringing out his gun he shot the man in the head and jumped back into the car. After the engine started up, Mark drove down the street…in the distance; he could hear the gunshots and screams of the officers. Mark could only drive on into the distance as more and more screams were heard. Finally, the streets were quiet and nothing except the wind could be heard.
(6:00 A.M Monday)
"Do you think we should look for some survivors?" asked Sydney turning to the other man. Mark looked back onto the road where a couple of zombies were shuffling, his gaze landing on some of their mutated faces…they were hiding in a garage for the time being. Ever since the battle with the zombies, it seemed that increasingly zombies' began to pop up. Mark smirked when he spotted a man that he always despised shuffle towards their safe haven. Opening the door a crack he stuck the gun out and pointed it at the mans head…pulling the trigger, he watched as the man fell to the floor gurgling before dying. "Do you think this is some kind of game, Mark?" cried Max. She grabbed the man's shoulder and squeezd tightly. Turning Mark grabbed her hand and pushed her off, giving her a glare in the process. "Time to pack up, were looking for some survivors!" he announced. Growling Max grabbed her Colt Python and held it up. After getting into the car, Mark turned to Max and gave her an apologetic stare. "I'm sorry, Max…I guess I got carried away." Mark said. Sighing Max nodded and looked away a smal smile gracing her lips.
Opening the garage door, Mark sped out and ran over the nearest zombie. Driving for what seemed like hours he grimaced as they came upon the very spot where the battle took place. Dead bodies' lay strewn about and no life whatsoever looked like it could have survived this. Getting out of the car, Mark began walking thru the swamp of dead officers and SWAT. Over in a corner was a body that caught his gaze…a man obviously bitten to death lay peacefully on the ground a gun still clutched tightly in his hand. Walking over to the dead officer, Mark looked at his badge and read the name outloud. "John Hopkins" he said solemly. Getting up slowly, he began to turn away when a brown object in the man's pocket fell out. Bending down he opened it to reveal a picture of the man's family…and the next picture was one with him and a girl. On the back was a message…
*Eve Dawson +John Hopkins=Friends Forever*
Putting the wallet back in the man's pocket, he looked away before going back to finding survivors. Peering into a car he immediately looked away when he spotted a man hunched over a woman eating her Flesh away. Just as he was turning to walk back to the others, movement on the pavement caught his eye…a young looking man, possibly a rookie, was struggling to get up. He was battered badly but luckily he did't have any bite marks on him. "Where am I?" asked the man shakily getting to his feet. "You were fighting with the zombies…I guess you got knocked out." Replied Mark. Looking up the man immediately backed away, a frightened look coming over his face. Mark in turn looked surprised at the man's sudden gesture but backed up as well when he realized whom this person was. "Mark Davis! You scum! What are you doing here?" cried the man. Mark scowled and gave the man a glare, "What do you think? I'm here to save your worthless ass!" Mark snapped. Both men glared at eachother before a scream erupted nearby. Max and Sydney came running towards them, frantic looks plastered on both faces.
"Were crewed! A whole horde of zombies are headed this way!"
Heading towards the car, they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw that it was now surounded by zombies! Cursing aloud, Mark turned to run the other way but stopped when he realized they were trapped. Between two things…a barricade and the horde of zombies. Backing up the group stared fearfully at the horde as the flesh eaters edged towards them ever so slowly. Suddenly a shot rang out, followed by a shout. "Hey, come over before you get eaten by those things!" cried the shooter. Running towards the man, mark winced as he tripped over a body…looking down his eye widened when he realised that the body was a zombie! Backing up he fumbled for his gun but cursed when he saw it a couple of meters away. A shot rang out and Mark looked up into the face of the rookie cop…
"C'mon! Let's go!" he cried. Jumping up Mark ran for the building the others diasppeared in and shut the door tight as the zombies groaned in frustration. "You guys are lucky I was around when that horde started coming!" the man said. Winking he waved a hand gestering to the room they were in and smiled. "I'm Brian Marcelo and this is my Gunshop!"
Author's Note: Thanks goes to Brian Marcelo for letting me use his name and his two main characters from "Their Last Stand Series!" John Hopkins and Eve Dawson…read his stories! They're the best…! They nearly had me on the edge of my seat!
I just want to thank everybody for reviewing so far! This chapter is dedicated to my good friend, Brian Marcelo! So, if your reading this…guess what? I've decided to dedicate not only this chapter but the next chapter to you also. Hope you like them! Recently, I had an idea so I've decided to ask you the reviewers for help. I'm thinking about putting the people who reviewed in my story too! So, if you want me to put a character that you made up in the following chapters…then please don't hesitate to ask. Give me your suggestions! What do you think I should do?
Summary: The zombies are finally emerging! In addition, people are starting to die left and right…and now it's up to mark and his friends to escape! The pressure is on…Who will make it out and who will be left behind?
(5:00 A.M Monday)
Mark turned the radio up when his favorite song came on...*Crawling* by Incubus. Smiling smugly, he began to tap his fingers against the steering wheel, while humming to the music. Looking up at the streetlight, he put his foot on the ignition when the light turned green. After driving for a couple of minutes he suddenly stopped when his eyes caught sight of a woman in white laying in the middle of the street. Looking back, he noticed that Sydney was paling and Max looked tense…nodding to both of them he slowly got out of the car and walked over to the body, pulling out his shotgun in the process. "Are you alright?" asked Mark. He turned the woman over and almost barfed all over himself at the sight of the woman's face. Half her face was missing and it looked like something took a big chunk out of her other neck.
Turning his eyes widened in fear when he notices three shadows come out of an alley not to far away…running he opens the door to the car and puts the keys into the ignition. "Shit! It won't start!" cried Mark. He looked up and cursed outloud when he saw that the body of the woman was no longer there. Getting back to the task at hand, he turned the key repeatedly but the car would not start. He turned to look at the others and gave them a frightened look. "Mark! Behind you!" Max cried. Turning he almost screamed when he saw the woman, now a zombie, clawing at the window. Her eyes were devoid of any life and saliva dripped out of her mouth and onto the window and she moaned hungrily. "Mark! Start the car, man!" shouted Sydney. Praying to god he put the key in and held his breath, turning it he almost shutted for joy when the car immediately started up. "Thank you, God!" Mark cried happily.
Putting the stick on drive he gunned up the ignition and started to drive. He shouted in triump when the car ran over the helpless zombie giving off the terrible sound of crushing bones and squishing blood. Driving over the speed limit he headed for the buisness distriict, where they woud stop for a minute to get some gas. Minutes past without any sign of those things and Mark thought they were safe untill he turned the corner. In front of them was a barricade of police cars, fifty maybe even seventy Officers were waiting for a huge zombie horde to come within firing range. Amongst the crowd of RPD Officers, Mark spotted the same Officer that tried to arrest him ealier. Sighing reluctantly, he rowed down his wondow and shutted at the top of his lungs. "AIM FOR THE HEADS!" yelled Mark. A couple of Officers turn to the shut and their eyes almost widened when they realized who was gving them the tip. "Mark Davis!?!" cried one of the Officers. "What the hell are you doing here?" shouted another Officer. Mark shrugged and gestured to the zombies approaching. "Trying to get out of town…if your gonna stay an dfight hose things you better aim at the heads, it'll kill them fast." Mark annouced.
The Officers stared at the man for awhile before nodding and turning to face off against the undead. "Thanks for the advice." replied an Officer before going back to watching the zombies shuffle forward. One of the Officers, Matthew Stevens, stood wide-eyed at the scene before him. This was the man that murdered his sister, Alana…. Why was he helping them? "Well, I gotta get some gas…good luck!" Mark said. Leaving the Officers behind he wondered if they were going to make it…. Deep down in his gut he knew they wouldn't win. There were too many zombies to take down. Somehow, he hoped that they would get out, at least some people would survive. Looking back to the road, he watched as the gas station came into view and pulled up to the pump. Jumping out he sniffed for anything peculiar and smiled in satisfaction when he found that everything was safe…for now. After pumping the car with gas, he turned to get back in just when a bald man shuffled out of the mini mart.
"Sorry, man! I'm not ready to die yet…* Mark whispered under his breath. Bringing out his gun he shot the man in the head and jumped back into the car. After the engine started up, Mark drove down the street…in the distance; he could hear the gunshots and screams of the officers. Mark could only drive on into the distance as more and more screams were heard. Finally, the streets were quiet and nothing except the wind could be heard.
(6:00 A.M Monday)
"Do you think we should look for some survivors?" asked Sydney turning to the other man. Mark looked back onto the road where a couple of zombies were shuffling, his gaze landing on some of their mutated faces…they were hiding in a garage for the time being. Ever since the battle with the zombies, it seemed that increasingly zombies' began to pop up. Mark smirked when he spotted a man that he always despised shuffle towards their safe haven. Opening the door a crack he stuck the gun out and pointed it at the mans head…pulling the trigger, he watched as the man fell to the floor gurgling before dying. "Do you think this is some kind of game, Mark?" cried Max. She grabbed the man's shoulder and squeezd tightly. Turning Mark grabbed her hand and pushed her off, giving her a glare in the process. "Time to pack up, were looking for some survivors!" he announced. Growling Max grabbed her Colt Python and held it up. After getting into the car, Mark turned to Max and gave her an apologetic stare. "I'm sorry, Max…I guess I got carried away." Mark said. Sighing Max nodded and looked away a smal smile gracing her lips.
Opening the garage door, Mark sped out and ran over the nearest zombie. Driving for what seemed like hours he grimaced as they came upon the very spot where the battle took place. Dead bodies' lay strewn about and no life whatsoever looked like it could have survived this. Getting out of the car, Mark began walking thru the swamp of dead officers and SWAT. Over in a corner was a body that caught his gaze…a man obviously bitten to death lay peacefully on the ground a gun still clutched tightly in his hand. Walking over to the dead officer, Mark looked at his badge and read the name outloud. "John Hopkins" he said solemly. Getting up slowly, he began to turn away when a brown object in the man's pocket fell out. Bending down he opened it to reveal a picture of the man's family…and the next picture was one with him and a girl. On the back was a message…
*Eve Dawson +John Hopkins=Friends Forever*
Putting the wallet back in the man's pocket, he looked away before going back to finding survivors. Peering into a car he immediately looked away when he spotted a man hunched over a woman eating her Flesh away. Just as he was turning to walk back to the others, movement on the pavement caught his eye…a young looking man, possibly a rookie, was struggling to get up. He was battered badly but luckily he did't have any bite marks on him. "Where am I?" asked the man shakily getting to his feet. "You were fighting with the zombies…I guess you got knocked out." Replied Mark. Looking up the man immediately backed away, a frightened look coming over his face. Mark in turn looked surprised at the man's sudden gesture but backed up as well when he realized whom this person was. "Mark Davis! You scum! What are you doing here?" cried the man. Mark scowled and gave the man a glare, "What do you think? I'm here to save your worthless ass!" Mark snapped. Both men glared at eachother before a scream erupted nearby. Max and Sydney came running towards them, frantic looks plastered on both faces.
"Were crewed! A whole horde of zombies are headed this way!"
Heading towards the car, they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw that it was now surounded by zombies! Cursing aloud, Mark turned to run the other way but stopped when he realized they were trapped. Between two things…a barricade and the horde of zombies. Backing up the group stared fearfully at the horde as the flesh eaters edged towards them ever so slowly. Suddenly a shot rang out, followed by a shout. "Hey, come over before you get eaten by those things!" cried the shooter. Running towards the man, mark winced as he tripped over a body…looking down his eye widened when he realised that the body was a zombie! Backing up he fumbled for his gun but cursed when he saw it a couple of meters away. A shot rang out and Mark looked up into the face of the rookie cop…
"C'mon! Let's go!" he cried. Jumping up Mark ran for the building the others diasppeared in and shut the door tight as the zombies groaned in frustration. "You guys are lucky I was around when that horde started coming!" the man said. Winking he waved a hand gestering to the room they were in and smiled. "I'm Brian Marcelo and this is my Gunshop!"
Author's Note: Thanks goes to Brian Marcelo for letting me use his name and his two main characters from "Their Last Stand Series!" John Hopkins and Eve Dawson…read his stories! They're the best…! They nearly had me on the edge of my seat!