The laser sighting of Seth's rifle nestled in between the eyes
of one of the shuffling researchers, slightly tinting the white glazed
eyes with red. With the pull of the trigger, blood and brains
exploded from the back of the creature's skull, staining the already
bloody lab coats of the following zombies.
"Fuck it, they keep on coming!" hollared Zach as he blasted one
of the undead with his shotgun for the third time, finally blowing its
head off of its shoulders.
Keeping his eyes focused on his targets, Em screamed back,
"Save your ammo! Go for the head! The head!!" He held the trigger
and moved with the automatic rifle, taking out three of the undead
scientists in one fluid motion. The ones behind them stumbled and
fell over their comrades' corpses as they shuffled towards their food.
Sean and Gordy had switched to their Berettas as they continued
to blast away at the fiends. "Switch to your Berettas! Save your
autos, dammit!" Sean kicked at one of the zombies who came to
close, shooting a bullet clean through its left eye. Everyone slung
their rifles over their shoulders, snagging the smaller Beretta's from
their holsters. Em grabbed Todd's rifle from around his shoulder,
taking an M16 in each hand.
"EVERYBODY DOWN! I've got some renovating to do." Upon
Em's command, everybody ducked down on all fours. Em started to
fire and slowly rotated as he did, becoming a human turret. The dead
were literally being shredded where they stood with bullets. Once Em
had completed his 360 degree turn, every wall was spotted with
bulletholes. The once medically clean walls were splattered with
blood. However, the shuffling had not receeded. There were still
more zombies. Everyone stood back up and began to fire at the
approaching corpses. Spotting his rifle on the ground, Todd quickly
turned and grabbed it, slinging it back over his shoulder. He turned
back around, Beretta drawn with a zombie standing directly in front
of him. The creature was about 5'11'', his brown hair was dishiveled
and his blood-smeared ID tag told Todd that his target was named
Darren Newhart. Time slowed by the second as Todd brought his
handgun towards Darren's face, only to be shoved aside by one of his
peeling, rotten arms. He felt the scientist's cold grip tighten on his
wrist as he brought his festering maw towards it. Todd managed to let
out a raspy yell as Mr. Newhart's yellowed teeth chewed through his
wrist. After three unsuccessful punches to the monster's skull, Todd
tried to turn around for help. Before he could turn all the way, he felt
a pain in his throat, a sharp yet warm pain. The bullet made its way
through his windpipe and esophagus, tearing through the fleshy
organs, and lodging itself in Todd's vertebrae. He let out a bubbly
gurgle before falling. The screaming of his comrades began to ebb
away as he felt more teeth chewing at his shoulders and scalp. He
looked up and saw a smoking Beretta right across from him, then
looked down at his own blood covered shirt. This was the last that
Todd Zayne saw before falling into darkness.
"TODD!!!!" screamed Monty as he brought his steel toed boot
under the chin of the monster eating Todd. He heard teeth and bones
in its jaw break as he turned and shot the other two zombies at point
blank range. One last zombie remained in the Eastern Hallway until
Nora put a bullet in between its eyes, sending it to the floor.
There were at least 45 to 50 bodies that now laid splattered
on the floors of the intersection. Monty, red in the face, turned to
the others.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO TODD?!"
Noah shakily answered him. "I saw it, he got attacked, zombie
got his by surprise and tore the veins outta his hand."
"Then why the fuck did his THROAT explode?!" All of the
soldiers remained silent. "Who shot him? Just tell me, which one of
you shot him?" The silence continued. "Fine, it's your conscience,
not mine. Let's split up."
"What? Are you insane Monty? We need to stay together!"
"A HELLUVA LOT OF GOOD THAT DID US!! Look, Grace
said we'd try Lyle's suicide method then we'd go and try my method
when Lyle's failed. His plan failed, so now, we're going to split up.
Got it?"
Monty was acknowledged by an assortment of murmurs and a
few distinguishable "yes sir's."
"But first, let's get the hell out of here." Everyone agreed
with Monty's plan and followed him out through the North Hall,
silently uttering a short prayer as they stepped over Todd's corpse.
