ZZZ--Chapter 4--
"ERR!" Jason shouted, and brought his head back onto the zombies skull. It moaned from the headbutt. Jason twirled and put his fist, as well as the machete , through the zombie's stomach. grabbing it's shoulder, Jason pulled his arm out the zombie. Except, Jason pulled only his arm out, and turned the blade around, and ripped the machete through it's body, up to it's skull. Gore sprayed all over Jason and Spike, who was still watching in fear. The spray awoke him, and he ran to the phone.
The zombie dropped to it's knees. Then, Jason brought the machete down onto the flesh the was keeping the zombie together. Blood went, again, everywhere. Turning around, Jason now targeted Spike. Spike grabbed the phone, and picked it up silence.
"Fuck!" Spike shouted. The machete cut the phone booth in half, just as Spike ducked. Spike did it a slight trim from his top hair. He pulled the shotgun out, and shot lead into Jason's groin, and stomach.
"Er!" He said, and he flew back, onto the pavement.
As Spike stood up, headlights rushed out of the fog.
"What the hell!" Spike said.
He looked back to see where Jason was; standing over him, about to cut into his flesh. A Swat van slammed into Jason, flipping him into the air. The machete flew into the air, landing on the car Spike had smashed into. The Swat van stopped, and two men in Swat uniforms stepped out of the back, and went to Jason, and two others came from the front doors and went to Spike. One had a riot shotgun, and another had a HK4.
"Get up, now! What's your name." One yelled at Jason as he slowly stood up.
"NO! Get away from him! He'll kill you!" Spike yelled.
"Don't worry, they know what they're doing." One "swat member" said. Jason took out the bowie knife, and quickly slit the swat member's throat. Blood sprayed everywhere, and the bleeding swat member dropped to his knees. The other swat member cursed loud, and opened fire onto Jason. The two other swat members ran over to assist in trying to take down the beast. Spike got up and watched, knowing they'd either stun the retarded man-child, or all get killed. Instead, he ran over to the Swat van, waiting to either steal it once they die, or drive them to where ever.
Jason's chest filling with bullet holes seemed to agitate him, because he threw the knife into the swat members skull, going threw the helmet he wore. The force of the knife knocked him back.
"Holy Shit!" One had said. Jason looked towards the two, and they fled to the van, in fear. Jason looked at the kneeling swat member who was still coughing and bleeding all over. Jason simply grabbed his head, and twisted his head off.
The men got to the van, and they took off, with Spike in the back. Jason stepped out of the way in order to get hit again, and watched them drive away. Jason pulled the knife out of the swat member's head, and grabbed his machete and followed slowly behind.
"What the fuck was that thing! It's stronger than anything we've seen!" One said, as he took off his helmet, showing a dark haired man, with a slight beard. He had a long scar from his left eye to his chin, going through his lip.
"Something that you can't kill with guns. Call him Jason." Spike replied. He felt the top of his head, the haircut didn't give him a cut.
"Jason?" He paused. "That was one of the hardest things we've had to kill so far. Even the fucking bears are easier to kill." Spike looked confused. "Oh, the bears aren't bears. They are much worse: giant, hairless, bloodly, ugly, smelly ass, snarling, creatures that tackle you and ripe the fuck out of your chest. Not a pretty sight. Enough scary talk, I'm Max"
"Ah. Name's Spike. Where are we going to?" Spike said. The driver said;
"We are going to the one safe place we have, Ultra-Mart. Yes, sounds kinda corny, but we built a whole way to get in and a thing and it's safe. No way of them getting in there. Alen, my name's Alen."
They drove for a half an hour before reaching the Ultra-Mart. Then after driving around the parking lot for about 5 minutes, clearing the parking lot of many different types of things. Some were wearing clothes, and their faces looked like they had been burnt off. Some just looked like regular human zombies. Some had weapons and normally wore weird looking masks.
The masks were horrifing. Metal boxes, covered in blood, or layers of human skin, or something that they had found at costume shops, like wolfman masks, Micheal Myers masks, or the ever popular creepy as clown masks.
Finally, they drove by the Employee Park garage. Max got out, blew away a couple masked things, and zombies. He went to the security gaurd post, pushed a button, and the gate opened. The gate had various shopping cart pieces, spikes, and sheet metal welded on. Alen drove into the parking garage, and stopped.
Spike looked back and watched Max close the gates, and run into the garage. He hopped back into the swat van, and drove up and parked right beside the door.
"Welcome to your new home." Alen said, as he turned off the van.
To be Continued...
"ERR!" Jason shouted, and brought his head back onto the zombies skull. It moaned from the headbutt. Jason twirled and put his fist, as well as the machete , through the zombie's stomach. grabbing it's shoulder, Jason pulled his arm out the zombie. Except, Jason pulled only his arm out, and turned the blade around, and ripped the machete through it's body, up to it's skull. Gore sprayed all over Jason and Spike, who was still watching in fear. The spray awoke him, and he ran to the phone.
The zombie dropped to it's knees. Then, Jason brought the machete down onto the flesh the was keeping the zombie together. Blood went, again, everywhere. Turning around, Jason now targeted Spike. Spike grabbed the phone, and picked it up silence.
"Fuck!" Spike shouted. The machete cut the phone booth in half, just as Spike ducked. Spike did it a slight trim from his top hair. He pulled the shotgun out, and shot lead into Jason's groin, and stomach.
"Er!" He said, and he flew back, onto the pavement.
As Spike stood up, headlights rushed out of the fog.
"What the hell!" Spike said.
He looked back to see where Jason was; standing over him, about to cut into his flesh. A Swat van slammed into Jason, flipping him into the air. The machete flew into the air, landing on the car Spike had smashed into. The Swat van stopped, and two men in Swat uniforms stepped out of the back, and went to Jason, and two others came from the front doors and went to Spike. One had a riot shotgun, and another had a HK4.
"Get up, now! What's your name." One yelled at Jason as he slowly stood up.
"NO! Get away from him! He'll kill you!" Spike yelled.
"Don't worry, they know what they're doing." One "swat member" said. Jason took out the bowie knife, and quickly slit the swat member's throat. Blood sprayed everywhere, and the bleeding swat member dropped to his knees. The other swat member cursed loud, and opened fire onto Jason. The two other swat members ran over to assist in trying to take down the beast. Spike got up and watched, knowing they'd either stun the retarded man-child, or all get killed. Instead, he ran over to the Swat van, waiting to either steal it once they die, or drive them to where ever.
Jason's chest filling with bullet holes seemed to agitate him, because he threw the knife into the swat members skull, going threw the helmet he wore. The force of the knife knocked him back.
"Holy Shit!" One had said. Jason looked towards the two, and they fled to the van, in fear. Jason looked at the kneeling swat member who was still coughing and bleeding all over. Jason simply grabbed his head, and twisted his head off.
The men got to the van, and they took off, with Spike in the back. Jason stepped out of the way in order to get hit again, and watched them drive away. Jason pulled the knife out of the swat member's head, and grabbed his machete and followed slowly behind.
"What the fuck was that thing! It's stronger than anything we've seen!" One said, as he took off his helmet, showing a dark haired man, with a slight beard. He had a long scar from his left eye to his chin, going through his lip.
"Something that you can't kill with guns. Call him Jason." Spike replied. He felt the top of his head, the haircut didn't give him a cut.
"Jason?" He paused. "That was one of the hardest things we've had to kill so far. Even the fucking bears are easier to kill." Spike looked confused. "Oh, the bears aren't bears. They are much worse: giant, hairless, bloodly, ugly, smelly ass, snarling, creatures that tackle you and ripe the fuck out of your chest. Not a pretty sight. Enough scary talk, I'm Max"
"Ah. Name's Spike. Where are we going to?" Spike said. The driver said;
"We are going to the one safe place we have, Ultra-Mart. Yes, sounds kinda corny, but we built a whole way to get in and a thing and it's safe. No way of them getting in there. Alen, my name's Alen."
They drove for a half an hour before reaching the Ultra-Mart. Then after driving around the parking lot for about 5 minutes, clearing the parking lot of many different types of things. Some were wearing clothes, and their faces looked like they had been burnt off. Some just looked like regular human zombies. Some had weapons and normally wore weird looking masks.
The masks were horrifing. Metal boxes, covered in blood, or layers of human skin, or something that they had found at costume shops, like wolfman masks, Micheal Myers masks, or the ever popular creepy as clown masks.
Finally, they drove by the Employee Park garage. Max got out, blew away a couple masked things, and zombies. He went to the security gaurd post, pushed a button, and the gate opened. The gate had various shopping cart pieces, spikes, and sheet metal welded on. Alen drove into the parking garage, and stopped.
Spike looked back and watched Max close the gates, and run into the garage. He hopped back into the swat van, and drove up and parked right beside the door.
"Welcome to your new home." Alen said, as he turned off the van.
To be Continued...