The trip to the the main base took less then half an hour. They would stop to hide behind one of the small compounds every so often when a shadow would pass by, but for the most part, Tricia had only seen one zombie and it hadn't noticed them. On the way, Eric had confirmed a couple of things. The base Had been a prison at one time, just like Tricia thought, and the Main base itself had been re-built, getting rid of the Cells except in the basement, where they were used as holding quarters for the military trouble-makers.
As they approached closer to the base, Tricia gave the building a look-over. It was dark, and the paint off the walls was rusting. It was built in the old Victorian style, but all the doors and windows were re-made in the modern style. Far off to the left and high above, Tricia could see the looming watch tower which connected to one of the walls of the Fort.
Eric lead them up to a set of huge oak-doors, which he and Marissa proceeded to seperate. The doors opened up into a floor of complete darkness, and for the first time Tricia felt the slightest twinge of fear gripping her.
"Here we go," Eric breathed and then stepped in, levelling his M16 ahead. Curtis followed next, then Marissa, then Tyler and then Tricia. One of the the soldier's clicked on the flashlight attached to their guns, and the beam of iridiscence pierced the gloom of the first floor hallway. Like the mini-base, there was blood everywhere, only in mass quantities. Desks were toppled over one and another and there was paper scattered all across the floor. Eric clicked on his flashlight and it shot towards the end of the corridor, revealing an intersection that branched off into several other hallways.
"This place is like a damn maze," whispered Tyler.
Somewhere above them, they heard screams, and then the faint crackle of what Tricia thought were gun-bullets. The shadows seemed to grow with each of their steps, since the windows were all shut, barring the light outside, and the only other source of light besides the flashlight was a broken fixture above them. That fixture kept on crackling and letting off sparks at the wrong moments, causing Tricia to shiver slightly.
Following Eric, the crew made their way to the intersection and then down one of the smaller hallways. It brought them to a doorway which opened into a staircase. "Keep quiet," ordered Eric.
This staircase only went one way, and that was downwards to the basement. Eric had told them earlier that they were sticking to the basement and the first floor, since he knew the higher floors were, to quote, "fucked up." A distorted, gurgled cry shot out from the shadows to their right, causing all the survivors to swivel around, guns and flashlights aimed in that direction. Eric told them to ignore it and keep moving, so they all headed down the steps......carefully, until they were in the basement. Another gurgled cry, guns were swung towards the shadows again, and again they saw nothing. Somehow they kept moving, and it brought them into a hallway where the left branched into a series of holding cells. The first one they passed, was filled with bodies, covered in wounds and lying in a pool of their own blood. Tricia gulped and hurried past it to the next cell.
Eric wasn't to interested in the cells, he was headed to the otherside of the hallway when suddenly the cell shook beside him. Eric swivelled his M16 around, his flashlight pinpointed on the metallic doorway with only a tiny viewport at the top. A man's eyes could be seen there, staring back at him. The man spoke. "Hey, Pvt., let me out man."
Eric lowered his weapon and smirked, "Why should I?"
"What the hell man? Come on, before those things come back."
Another gurgled cry erupted from the shadows where they had come from. The prisoner cast a worried glance in that direction before turning back to Eric, "Come on man, please, please!"
Marissa came up to the front of the door to stand beside Eric and looked to the prisoner, "What's your name?"
"Billy... Pvt. Billy Burrell. Look, the keys are right there man," Through the viewport, Billy pointed to the other side of the hallway, where a yellow glint was visible. Eric didn't even bother to turn to look.
The cries from behind them had turned into a series of wails. Whatever was coming... it wasn't coming alone."
Tyler and Curtis pointed their weapons in that direction and waited. A trickle of perspiration slid down Curtis' forehead as he aimed the gun. Tricia's hand tightened around the handle of the glock.
"Let me out damnit!"
A click, the clatter of keys, and the door swung open. With a sigh of relief, Billy burst from the cell just as a massive horde of zombies came barelling out from the staircase Eric and the others had once descended "Move!" yelled Eric, tossing the keys to the floor. The zombies, more than a dozen at least stopped at first, almost as if to taunt their prey, their faces grotesque, without a single shred of humanity left in those beady eyes of theres. Then... the creatures started running towards them at full speed.
The survivors let loose a barrage of ammo on however many they could hit, but not enough were falling. Eric led the others to another doorway, prying it open even as the zombies were closing in. Marissa was the last to jump through, and the minute she did, Eric shut the door behind them.
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Back in Billy's cell, a body was strewn outacross the bench, a large wound in its stomach. If the survivors had taken a closer look into that cell, they would've seen that Billy's cellmate, hadn't been killed by any zombie wound..........
As they approached closer to the base, Tricia gave the building a look-over. It was dark, and the paint off the walls was rusting. It was built in the old Victorian style, but all the doors and windows were re-made in the modern style. Far off to the left and high above, Tricia could see the looming watch tower which connected to one of the walls of the Fort.
Eric lead them up to a set of huge oak-doors, which he and Marissa proceeded to seperate. The doors opened up into a floor of complete darkness, and for the first time Tricia felt the slightest twinge of fear gripping her.
"Here we go," Eric breathed and then stepped in, levelling his M16 ahead. Curtis followed next, then Marissa, then Tyler and then Tricia. One of the the soldier's clicked on the flashlight attached to their guns, and the beam of iridiscence pierced the gloom of the first floor hallway. Like the mini-base, there was blood everywhere, only in mass quantities. Desks were toppled over one and another and there was paper scattered all across the floor. Eric clicked on his flashlight and it shot towards the end of the corridor, revealing an intersection that branched off into several other hallways.
"This place is like a damn maze," whispered Tyler.
Somewhere above them, they heard screams, and then the faint crackle of what Tricia thought were gun-bullets. The shadows seemed to grow with each of their steps, since the windows were all shut, barring the light outside, and the only other source of light besides the flashlight was a broken fixture above them. That fixture kept on crackling and letting off sparks at the wrong moments, causing Tricia to shiver slightly.
Following Eric, the crew made their way to the intersection and then down one of the smaller hallways. It brought them to a doorway which opened into a staircase. "Keep quiet," ordered Eric.
This staircase only went one way, and that was downwards to the basement. Eric had told them earlier that they were sticking to the basement and the first floor, since he knew the higher floors were, to quote, "fucked up." A distorted, gurgled cry shot out from the shadows to their right, causing all the survivors to swivel around, guns and flashlights aimed in that direction. Eric told them to ignore it and keep moving, so they all headed down the steps......carefully, until they were in the basement. Another gurgled cry, guns were swung towards the shadows again, and again they saw nothing. Somehow they kept moving, and it brought them into a hallway where the left branched into a series of holding cells. The first one they passed, was filled with bodies, covered in wounds and lying in a pool of their own blood. Tricia gulped and hurried past it to the next cell.
Eric wasn't to interested in the cells, he was headed to the otherside of the hallway when suddenly the cell shook beside him. Eric swivelled his M16 around, his flashlight pinpointed on the metallic doorway with only a tiny viewport at the top. A man's eyes could be seen there, staring back at him. The man spoke. "Hey, Pvt., let me out man."
Eric lowered his weapon and smirked, "Why should I?"
"What the hell man? Come on, before those things come back."
Another gurgled cry erupted from the shadows where they had come from. The prisoner cast a worried glance in that direction before turning back to Eric, "Come on man, please, please!"
Marissa came up to the front of the door to stand beside Eric and looked to the prisoner, "What's your name?"
"Billy... Pvt. Billy Burrell. Look, the keys are right there man," Through the viewport, Billy pointed to the other side of the hallway, where a yellow glint was visible. Eric didn't even bother to turn to look.
The cries from behind them had turned into a series of wails. Whatever was coming... it wasn't coming alone."
Tyler and Curtis pointed their weapons in that direction and waited. A trickle of perspiration slid down Curtis' forehead as he aimed the gun. Tricia's hand tightened around the handle of the glock.
"Let me out damnit!"
A click, the clatter of keys, and the door swung open. With a sigh of relief, Billy burst from the cell just as a massive horde of zombies came barelling out from the staircase Eric and the others had once descended "Move!" yelled Eric, tossing the keys to the floor. The zombies, more than a dozen at least stopped at first, almost as if to taunt their prey, their faces grotesque, without a single shred of humanity left in those beady eyes of theres. Then... the creatures started running towards them at full speed.
The survivors let loose a barrage of ammo on however many they could hit, but not enough were falling. Eric led the others to another doorway, prying it open even as the zombies were closing in. Marissa was the last to jump through, and the minute she did, Eric shut the door behind them.
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Back in Billy's cell, a body was strewn outacross the bench, a large wound in its stomach. If the survivors had taken a closer look into that cell, they would've seen that Billy's cellmate, hadn't been killed by any zombie wound..........