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Brotherhood of the Gun ch.9 Seperated
The smooth bore of Zack's gun edged around a tight corner. His face came into view as he scanned the short alley. The tired eyes of the young cop searched for any threats to put down with his MP5. The alley was clear so he moved forward. John brought up the rear of the 4 men. Zack suddenly eyed something in the corner of a small picnic area. The dead body of a cop was laying on the grass. John moved forward and searched the man. He managed to find 4 9mm magazines. The last survivors breathed a sigh of relief and loaded their VP70s. The officers walked into another building, the Raccoon press building. They found no signs of any people. Patrick and John covered the others as they made their way up the steps.
"What was that?" asked John. He heard something from above. The roof creaked and paint fell to the floor in front of the cop's boots. Suddenly the roof started to cave in. John dove into a doorway along with Patrick. The roof made a large crashing sound as it hit the floor behind them and sealed them inside another part of the building. John made sure Patrick was alright before calling to Harry and Zack.
"Are you guys okay?" he shouted. Zack answered.
"Ya we're okay man, we'll meet you guys at the old pool hall about 4 blocks from here" Zack finished his statement before John heard the two men move off into the streets. Patrick nodded to John. John nodded back and led the way through the tiny hallway they had ended up in. A window dominated the far side of the hallway. John immediately smashed it and looked outside. There were a few garbage bags they could use for a drop zone. John leaped out of the window and felt his boot sink into a particularly gross garbage bag.
"No way sir, what are we gonna do?" he cried out as he killed the last of the zombies on their six. More monsters lumbered toward them. John immediately thought of a plan of action to get the two men out of this dire situation. He looked to their left and saw a brick wall. He ran towards it, picking up speed as he went.
"What the hell? wait up John!" cried Patrick as he ran after him. John used the butt of his MP5 as a ram and crashed into the wall. A nice little section of the wall went with it as he sailed through it. Patrick smiled and jumped after him. John stood up quickly and, followed by Patrick, ran toward the street they needed to be on."Ssshhhh hold still Harry!" whispered Zack. The two cops had fought off a small pack of zombies and were making their way to the pool hall before a trio of Lickers had come crawling above them. Zack couldn't see any eyes so he guessed that their sight was based on hearing. A bead of sweat fell to the pavement from the smooth tip of Harry's nose as he watched one of the Lickers turn toward them. It lowered its ugly head from the street lamp it was perched on until its breath was on Zack's face. He held his breath and waited. His hand was at his side, gripping the small handle of his handgun.
"Raarrraarrr" the Licker roared as it suddenly turned away and left the two cops by themselves. Harry wiped away the sweat from his brow and followed Zack into a tanning building. It had a back door that led to the pool hall. Zack opened the door and was just about to go inside when a zombie lunged for him."Shit! die!" cried Zack as he slammed the door on the zombie's arm. It suddenly detached from its body and landed on the pavement.
"Well we are not going in that way," commented Harry. Zack quickly punched him and led the way around the pool hall. Zack had 4 rounds left in his handgun and Harry had 6. They each were carrying a loaded MP5 with one magazine. Things were looking down. These zombies were somehow drawn to the pair of desperate men. Zack suddenly had an idea. He immediately dropped to one knee and looked down at a newly killed zombie. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small pair of gloves. Using his gloved hands, he spread a small bit of blood onto his uniform. Harry looked confused but did the same.
"This is not gonna work man" pleaded Harry.
"Shut the fuck up and trust me!" answered Zack. The cops walked through a derelict bus. Harry stifled the need to puke as he saw all the dead people in the seats. Zack's foot passed the sprawled corpse of a person as its eyes popped open.
"What the fu-" started Zack as he looked down at something grabbing his boot. He spotted the gross mouth of the seemingly dead person. He quickly brought his foot up into the air and then crushed the zombie's head. It twitched for a few more seconds before laying still. Harry was glad when they finally passed through the disgusting bus."The tree! that's my only chance!" muttered Daniel. A few zombies were advancing on him fast. Daniel attached his M4A1 to his belt before pulling himself onto the branch above him. Using the full power of his arms and legs he climbed. Once he was out of reach, Daniel turned the safety off of his assault rifle and sprayed the zombies. The nearest zombie slumped to the ground and made gross squishing sounds. Daniel pulled out his sidearm and took careful aim. His first shot at the next zombie's head went wide, slicing through its right shoulder. The zombie man shrugged it off and didn't notice the spray of blood that had covered the bottom of the tree. Daniel cursed himself for his lack of accuracy. His next shot blew the zombie's head to pieces. With that ghoul dealt with. Daniel killed the last remaining zombie. He decided to stay in his perch for awhile so he tied himself very tightly to the tree using his belt's safety wire, then fell asleep, once again immune to the terror his comrades were facing."Run!" cried John. He and Patrick were being followed by a pack of dogs. John turned his shoulder and fired the last two rounds of his handgun. They pierced the body of the nearest dog, but it did not falter in its blind pursuit of food. John was running slow enough to spot a large stick on the ground. He scooped it up and prepared to turn around. It had a sharp tip so he thought it could do the job. Patrick fired a round blindly behind himself, and was rewarded with the shriek of one of the freaky fidos. John told Patrick to duck and started backpedaling. John hoped his javelin skills would pay off, he hadn't thrown one in awhile. He chucked the stick at the last dog in formation. The homemade spear went wide and hit the dog on the right. It yelped as it was brought down by the weight of the weapon. John was just about to calm himself when he heard another dog behind him. Suddenly Harry and Zack burst through a door beside them."John!" cried Harry. He ran two steps before jumping between the dog and its prey. The jaws of the canine went around Harry's neck. John turned around and threw his sidearm at the dog's teeth. It connected and the dog ripped open Harry's neck. Harry gurgled and fell to the ground. Zack yelled out and jumped onto the dog, pulling out his knife. With a quick stabbing motion, Zack sliced open the dog's face and continued stabbing the animal. It screamed and tried to bite its attacker. Zack stabbed the creature again and again until finally he stopped. John wore a look of dread on his face. Zack looked up at the two other cops, then at his hands, before showing them his look of despair and getting up. Patrick's radio suddenly began chattering."Calling.......Survivors......get.........nuke.........30.........gonna..........city" the message could have been anything but John knew what it meant. They had 30 minutes to get out of the city before it was nuked off the face of the Earth. He quickly formed a plan to get to the subway and ride the train to the farthest place possible. They took out their MP5s and ran through the streets, time was running out.
Sorry for delay on this chapter. I've been traveling a lot this summer. The story should be finished this week.