Okay, here is Chapter 4. Many thanks to E-Z B for his review. Warning: Silent Hill and LOTR references within.
2:21PM September 24th, 1998 Barricade #18
There was not much activity going on when Tom got to the barricade he was assigned to. As a matter of fact, there wasn't even a barricade. There was a single police van sitting in the middle of the intersection and a few people lying around near it. "Is this barricade number 18?" Tom asked. "Yeah," one of the guys said, "I suppose you are Tom Benson, correct?" "Yes," Tom replied.
Suddenly, the cop stood up. "Okay," he said, "Now that you are here introductions must be made.
I am David Ford." Another man carrying a revolver came forward. "I'm Michael Kraufman. I'm a doctor."
Some brown haired guy came up to him, "I'm Larry Mason. I'm a novelist." The last person, an African American woman, came forward, "I am Anne Wilkins and I'm hoping to find my husband out here. He's a security guard at the university. Have you seen him?" A resounding "No" was her reply.
"Alright," David said, "We have some stuff to help us with building in the van, but we will need to find other barricade forming stuff around." He dragged out the supplies they had. There were 5 walkie talkies, a metal hole puncher, metal files, screwdrivers, wrenches, 5 riot vests, 5 riot helmets, 5 riot shields with kickstands, a first aid kit, binoculars, and 4 nightsticks. David passed out the radios, the vests, the helmets, the shields, and the nightsticks. They then began working.
3:57PM September 24th, 1998 Barricade #18
The barricade was finally finished. On each side of the intersection there were cars, furniture, in one case, the police van, the riot shields, and various other crap stacked everywhere. Tom had taken up a position on the roof of a towncar stacked on top of a Ford Durango on the north side of the intersection.
They had been interrupted by zombies a few times but there were no casualties thus far.
A SWAT van came driving up from the east. Some guys holding a pot of something climbed out of the back. "Soup anyone?" one asked. Everyone got down as David drove the police van out of the way to allow them access to the inner area of the barricade. They had been using the van as a gate as it is too tall for zombies to climb over and could be driven out of the way to allow people access. The people passed out mugs of soup,
sandwiches, and bottles of water.
The sharp bark of a hangun interrupted their dinner. They looked up and saw Michael aiming his gun down the barricade. He then pulled out a notebook and marked down a tick on the first page. Tom smiled at the idea that Larry had thought up. The idea was that they would put a tick in their notebooks for every kill they had. Then after the crisis was over, the person with the least ticks had to buy everyone else dinner.
Suddenly, a scream erupted from further north. A man came running around the corner. Before he could say a thing something leapt out and pinned him to the ground. The thing was 6 feet tall and hunched over. It's left arm was a lot bigger than the right and it's left hand was webbed and clawed while it's right had a tentacle of some sort on it. It had a long neck with a bird like head.
It flipped the man over and jammed the tentacle into his mouth and down his throat. It withdrew the tentacle and the man ran over to the barricade. He was helped over and then they focused their attention on the monster.
It was walking towards them. "Fire!" David yelled. They all fired a volley at it. The shots peppered the monster.
However, it hardly slowed down. They started randomly shooting at the monster. Suddenly, it jumped over the barricade.
Out of the corner of his eye, Tom spotted several small cylinders lying around. Suddenly, he remembered the dinner servers giving something to David. His mind yelled at him: Flash Bang Grenades!
Tom grabbed two of the six grenades and yelled at the monster: "Hey over here you mutated jackass!" The thing turned around and lumbered toward him. Tom leapt over the barricade and led him down the street. Then he pulled out the pins, covered his ears, and shut his eyes. There was a resounding boom and a flash of white light. Tom opened his eyes and found the mutant lying out cold in front of him. Tom then aimed up with his handgun and fired at a scaffold above him. The platform fell bringing down several more scaffolds. Several of them had bricks, cinderblocks, and insecticide on them. The whole thing collapsed on the monster. Hoping his hunch was right, Tom pulled out his lighter and put it to the insecticide. The pile of stuff burst into flame. The thing stood up, screaming in pain as it succumbed to the fire. Tom pulled out his notebook to count his kill. "That only counts as one you know," Larry muttered to him. Tom just smiled.
2:21PM September 24th, 1998 Barricade #18
There was not much activity going on when Tom got to the barricade he was assigned to. As a matter of fact, there wasn't even a barricade. There was a single police van sitting in the middle of the intersection and a few people lying around near it. "Is this barricade number 18?" Tom asked. "Yeah," one of the guys said, "I suppose you are Tom Benson, correct?" "Yes," Tom replied.
Suddenly, the cop stood up. "Okay," he said, "Now that you are here introductions must be made.
I am David Ford." Another man carrying a revolver came forward. "I'm Michael Kraufman. I'm a doctor."
Some brown haired guy came up to him, "I'm Larry Mason. I'm a novelist." The last person, an African American woman, came forward, "I am Anne Wilkins and I'm hoping to find my husband out here. He's a security guard at the university. Have you seen him?" A resounding "No" was her reply.
"Alright," David said, "We have some stuff to help us with building in the van, but we will need to find other barricade forming stuff around." He dragged out the supplies they had. There were 5 walkie talkies, a metal hole puncher, metal files, screwdrivers, wrenches, 5 riot vests, 5 riot helmets, 5 riot shields with kickstands, a first aid kit, binoculars, and 4 nightsticks. David passed out the radios, the vests, the helmets, the shields, and the nightsticks. They then began working.
3:57PM September 24th, 1998 Barricade #18
The barricade was finally finished. On each side of the intersection there were cars, furniture, in one case, the police van, the riot shields, and various other crap stacked everywhere. Tom had taken up a position on the roof of a towncar stacked on top of a Ford Durango on the north side of the intersection.
They had been interrupted by zombies a few times but there were no casualties thus far.
A SWAT van came driving up from the east. Some guys holding a pot of something climbed out of the back. "Soup anyone?" one asked. Everyone got down as David drove the police van out of the way to allow them access to the inner area of the barricade. They had been using the van as a gate as it is too tall for zombies to climb over and could be driven out of the way to allow people access. The people passed out mugs of soup,
sandwiches, and bottles of water.
The sharp bark of a hangun interrupted their dinner. They looked up and saw Michael aiming his gun down the barricade. He then pulled out a notebook and marked down a tick on the first page. Tom smiled at the idea that Larry had thought up. The idea was that they would put a tick in their notebooks for every kill they had. Then after the crisis was over, the person with the least ticks had to buy everyone else dinner.
Suddenly, a scream erupted from further north. A man came running around the corner. Before he could say a thing something leapt out and pinned him to the ground. The thing was 6 feet tall and hunched over. It's left arm was a lot bigger than the right and it's left hand was webbed and clawed while it's right had a tentacle of some sort on it. It had a long neck with a bird like head.
It flipped the man over and jammed the tentacle into his mouth and down his throat. It withdrew the tentacle and the man ran over to the barricade. He was helped over and then they focused their attention on the monster.
It was walking towards them. "Fire!" David yelled. They all fired a volley at it. The shots peppered the monster.
However, it hardly slowed down. They started randomly shooting at the monster. Suddenly, it jumped over the barricade.
Out of the corner of his eye, Tom spotted several small cylinders lying around. Suddenly, he remembered the dinner servers giving something to David. His mind yelled at him: Flash Bang Grenades!
Tom grabbed two of the six grenades and yelled at the monster: "Hey over here you mutated jackass!" The thing turned around and lumbered toward him. Tom leapt over the barricade and led him down the street. Then he pulled out the pins, covered his ears, and shut his eyes. There was a resounding boom and a flash of white light. Tom opened his eyes and found the mutant lying out cold in front of him. Tom then aimed up with his handgun and fired at a scaffold above him. The platform fell bringing down several more scaffolds. Several of them had bricks, cinderblocks, and insecticide on them. The whole thing collapsed on the monster. Hoping his hunch was right, Tom pulled out his lighter and put it to the insecticide. The pile of stuff burst into flame. The thing stood up, screaming in pain as it succumbed to the fire. Tom pulled out his notebook to count his kill. "That only counts as one you know," Larry muttered to him. Tom just smiled.