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The Darkness suited him well. It made him feel right. It made him hungry though. His skin wouldn't stop itching either, it was aggravating as hell to sit there and do nothing about it. A face suddenly burned into his mind, memories flew into his head. Faces and voices mostly, but something was wrong with them, something told him that those faces didn't deserve to breath the air he did. They didn't deserve what he had. He stood up and decided they didn't deserve life anymore. Why did he think this? Where had this sudden hatred come from? He didn't care; he was too itchy and hungry to care.
Bull took 2 magazines of 15 bullets each from the cop's body. He also took the cop's holster. The gory body didn't frankly scare him. It seemed all too familiar, a familiarity that Bull didn't care for. After getting himself ready He walked to the door. The gnawing got louder and moans could be heard from the door. More of the carriers, carriers of the disease waited for him. They pushed at the door smelling fresh meat. They smelled a meal and nothing else. Mindless, only hunting for food just like the cop, and the others. Scattered memories presented themselves to Bull every minute. He remembered escaping to this school after the outbreak; he remembered the countless deaths that plagued this town. Beyond the past few days in this hell he couldn't remember anything. His family and home were all a mystery. Bull had faced death before he could recall the smell of rot and shit. He didn't know where the smell had become familiar to him but he knew it lied in his past not here in Raccoon City. More moans and clamor interrupted his thoughts. There must be at least 4 or 5 or them out there! The zombies were trying to break through. Bull couldn't stop them with just a handgun, too many. He backed up and heard the door give up. The zombies fell inward moaning. Their clothes were torn and bloodstained. They all had the lifeless stare as the cop. various body parts were missing. Pain didn't matter to these creatures. Bull fired twice into the crowd of advancing zombies. The closest was 6 feet away. It dragged itself across the ground. Its lower abdomen was missing. They cried out in hunger. Bull stepped backward bumping into the right wall. He fired 3 more times. Nothing changed with each shot. The zombies seemed to become more violent at the scent of their own blood. Bull felt around behind him. He couldn't think death was merely a few seconds away. A zombie lunged for him; he caught it with his forearm at the neck. It bit at his neck. He quickly brought the gun nozzle into the zombie's face and pulled the trigger. Brian matter spewed the room, a new wave of rot blew over blew. He gagged and aimed the gun at the closest zombie, which had passed the one pulling itself along on the ground. It jumped for him but he aimed carefully and took the shot. BAM. The bullet went astray and the hot breath of a zombie was on Bull. A second zombie had gotten a hold of his arm and the one on the ground had his leg. He couldn't aim the gun with the carrier's weight on him. "Get off of me!" Bull brought his foot down on the zombie that gnawed at his leg. He heard a crack of bone. Suddenly he felt sharp pain in his arm as one of the carriers bite into him. He bellowed out in pain and pushed the zombie off in a burst of energy and adrenaline. He fired 4 shots into the zombie's stomach, enough to ward it off, not kill it. He rammed the final zombie in the chest and aimed the gun. Click, Click. "No." Bull pulled his right arm back to distract the zombies with the scent of his blood. The 2 remaining zombies moaned and moved their lumbering bodies towards him. Bull grabbed the closest chair and smacked the first zombie as hard as he could. It stumbled backwards and cleared a path towards the now open door. A sharp pain dawned in his arm but Bull ran towards the door as fast as he could. He stumbled past a 5th zombie in the hall. It was freshly dead and moved faster then the others. He moved to dodge it but it grabbed a hold on him. Bull quickly backhanded it with the butt of the Beretta. The zombie fell to the left and Bull ran for cover at the end of the hallway he had just entered. As he left the zombies behind the pain in his arm increased. The virus had him now. Death would come quickly, maybe.
The Darkness suited him well. It made him feel right. It made him hungry though. His skin wouldn't stop itching either, it was aggravating as hell to sit there and do nothing about it. A face suddenly burned into his mind, memories flew into his head. Faces and voices mostly, but something was wrong with them, something told him that those faces didn't deserve to breath the air he did. They didn't deserve what he had. He stood up and decided they didn't deserve life anymore. Why did he think this? Where had this sudden hatred come from? He didn't care; he was too itchy and hungry to care.
Bull took 2 magazines of 15 bullets each from the cop's body. He also took the cop's holster. The gory body didn't frankly scare him. It seemed all too familiar, a familiarity that Bull didn't care for. After getting himself ready He walked to the door. The gnawing got louder and moans could be heard from the door. More of the carriers, carriers of the disease waited for him. They pushed at the door smelling fresh meat. They smelled a meal and nothing else. Mindless, only hunting for food just like the cop, and the others. Scattered memories presented themselves to Bull every minute. He remembered escaping to this school after the outbreak; he remembered the countless deaths that plagued this town. Beyond the past few days in this hell he couldn't remember anything. His family and home were all a mystery. Bull had faced death before he could recall the smell of rot and shit. He didn't know where the smell had become familiar to him but he knew it lied in his past not here in Raccoon City. More moans and clamor interrupted his thoughts. There must be at least 4 or 5 or them out there! The zombies were trying to break through. Bull couldn't stop them with just a handgun, too many. He backed up and heard the door give up. The zombies fell inward moaning. Their clothes were torn and bloodstained. They all had the lifeless stare as the cop. various body parts were missing. Pain didn't matter to these creatures. Bull fired twice into the crowd of advancing zombies. The closest was 6 feet away. It dragged itself across the ground. Its lower abdomen was missing. They cried out in hunger. Bull stepped backward bumping into the right wall. He fired 3 more times. Nothing changed with each shot. The zombies seemed to become more violent at the scent of their own blood. Bull felt around behind him. He couldn't think death was merely a few seconds away. A zombie lunged for him; he caught it with his forearm at the neck. It bit at his neck. He quickly brought the gun nozzle into the zombie's face and pulled the trigger. Brian matter spewed the room, a new wave of rot blew over blew. He gagged and aimed the gun at the closest zombie, which had passed the one pulling itself along on the ground. It jumped for him but he aimed carefully and took the shot. BAM. The bullet went astray and the hot breath of a zombie was on Bull. A second zombie had gotten a hold of his arm and the one on the ground had his leg. He couldn't aim the gun with the carrier's weight on him. "Get off of me!" Bull brought his foot down on the zombie that gnawed at his leg. He heard a crack of bone. Suddenly he felt sharp pain in his arm as one of the carriers bite into him. He bellowed out in pain and pushed the zombie off in a burst of energy and adrenaline. He fired 4 shots into the zombie's stomach, enough to ward it off, not kill it. He rammed the final zombie in the chest and aimed the gun. Click, Click. "No." Bull pulled his right arm back to distract the zombies with the scent of his blood. The 2 remaining zombies moaned and moved their lumbering bodies towards him. Bull grabbed the closest chair and smacked the first zombie as hard as he could. It stumbled backwards and cleared a path towards the now open door. A sharp pain dawned in his arm but Bull ran towards the door as fast as he could. He stumbled past a 5th zombie in the hall. It was freshly dead and moved faster then the others. He moved to dodge it but it grabbed a hold on him. Bull quickly backhanded it with the butt of the Beretta. The zombie fell to the left and Bull ran for cover at the end of the hallway he had just entered. As he left the zombies behind the pain in his arm increased. The virus had him now. Death would come quickly, maybe.
