CHAPTER 7 DESPERATE TIMES
Ken peeked his out of the bathroom… there was sounds of struggle just around the corner. He quickly washed his hands, grabbed the AK-47 and looked into the room where Jane was and saw her getting the s beat out of her by some woman in camouflage. He couldn't quiet make out who the woman was… but she looked oddly familiar, he only saw her back. Instead of shooting, he simply sat back and watched.
Eventually, the woman with the camo slit the others throat, and grabbed a very large handgun off the ground.
"Whoa…" He thought as he slipped into the shadows, she ran by him and down a flight of stairs.
Ken ran over to Jane, she was dead all right. He walked over to the window, stepping over the massive amounts of blood that was sprayed everywhere like somebody accidentally dropped a bucket of red paint. He opened it slightly and looked down, everybody was tied up. Those p couldn't fight if their life depended on it, which in this case, it did and their lack of skills just probably cost them it.
He looked around and saw eight Umbrella soldiers, two US soldiers, a kid, Sarah, and Derrick. Damnit, one of the Umbrella officers pointed him out. He lifted the rifle to fire, but before he could pull the trigger, someone shot a round at him.
The bullet hit his gun, the wood stock exploded into a million splinters that rained to the dead ground below. The gun slipped from his hands and fell to the surface, he was screwed. Down below, he could already here the troops storming up the stairs, and what made him mad was that he couldn't do a damned thing about it because he was unarmed.
He sat on a couch and closed his eyes, why try to hide? In a matter of ten painful seconds, the door burst open, and that oh so familiar woman was pointing some type of rifle at his torso. He looked into her eyes for a second, but something wasn't quite right. She looked read to… cry.
"Kenneth?" She asked.
"How the hell do you know my name?" He told her.
"Kenneth, it's me, Melissa!" She said. He blinked for a second, then grinned.
"Melissa- wait no, you can't be her, Melissa's dead… robbers shot her down five years ago." He said with a scowl. Five years ago, He and Melissa had been dating, and she'd been over at his house, they'd ordered a pizza. And when the doorbell rang, it was a trio of thugs armed with submachine guns. She was shot on sight…
"I am dead Ken. But, Umbrella injected something into me when I was ten, my body reanimated a week later, I had to dig myself out of that grave." She laughed, he still wasn't buying it, and she could tell by the look on his face.
She walked over to him and whispered something into his ear, the whole time this was happening, her "thugs" we just standing there, most of the emotionless and waiting for orders. Ken laughed.
"There's only one person in the world who can talk the dirty Melissa." Ken said as he stood up and kissed her. Having an Apocalypse in the United States was turning out to be the best thing that ever happened to him. Ken could lie, steal, kill, and now he had his dead girlfriend back.
Phyllis walked beside the prisoners, chatting with them once in a while. Up at the front of the line, Ken and Melissa were talking about all that's been going on the past five years.
"Hold up!" Melissa shouted, something far in the distance was heard. In fact, a lot of something's in the distance was heard. Everyone looked around in confusion; everybody was getting his or her weapons out. Phyllis pulled out her .357 Silver Serpent and started aiming it in every direction.
"Here, take this!" Phyllis whispered as she pulled out her other gun, a nine-millimeter, and handed it over to Ron. Before he could grab it, Alex bashed the butt of her M14 into the side of his head, knocking him to the ground. Great, she gave him a broken nose, and he now probably had a concussion.
"He might turn on us." Alex said. Phyllis nodded, and started to say something else when she heard the first moans. Zombies were stumbling in every direction. Dear Lord, they were everywhere, behind cars, in the streets, sidewalk, behind them, in front, to the sides.
"The- they're everywhere!" Sarah said, but it was barely heard over the moans. In a matter of seconds, they were surrounded, they were just a small island surrounded by an ocean of hungry, rotting flesh.
"Fight your way through!" Melissa shouted as she lifted her M60. A hail of bullets sped out of it and she began mowing down enemies, moving the gun in every direction and hitting everything. Cars, busses, zombies, and shops were torn apart. Melissa took down about seven zombies by the time the whole team was in action. But those seven zombies were replaced with fourteen a second later, they were going to die if they didn't move soon. Phyllis lifted the Serpent and swiftly fired two quick rounds at an old man. The first round hit him in the throat, making him stumble. The second round hit him in his left eye. The round shattered the milky white eye, blood shot out of the hole like it was a sewage pipe letting out waste, which in a way it was. But, it still didn't go down, it kept stumbling towards her, not even noticing its painful wounds anymore.
Before she could call for help or curse like a lunatic, Ramone stepped beside her and fired a quick burst from his custom submachine gun. A trio of rounds shattered it's skull and sent him to the ground.
"Brain." He said as he took position behind a car and began firing blindly.
"Move!" She shouted to the prisoners, they ran to where the majority of the soldiers were fighting, only Ron stayed because he was backed against a wall, five zombies closing in on him.
"Ron catch!" She shouted as she through the nine-millimeter at him. Before he could even catch it, Phyllis had taken down two of the zombies. The second it landed in his skilled hands, he fired at point blank range. The hollow point rounds shredded their skulls. Bits and pieces of it flew everywhere as Ron fired like a maniac, taking down every single one of them, making sure they all died a bloody, painful death.
He then aimed the gun at her.
"What are you-" He fired, and Phyllis closed her eyes, preparing to take on the blast that would almost surely kill her. Alex was right, she could never trust- BLAM! She opened her eyes, surprised that she wasn't dead. Behind her, a zombie fell to the ground, a large hole in its rotting face.
"Thanks." She said and ran back into the battle.
Te her right, was an alley where Jessica was firing a shotgun at a large crowd that was emerging, keeping them back so the rest of the team could fight their way through.
Phyllis saw the door in front of her break down and crash on top of her. She screamed as the zombie grabbed a strand of her long, blonde hair and tug. Phyllis quickly fired her Serpent. The round hot it in the hand, tearing it completely off. Blood showered down on her head, turning her once precious hair red.
"Damnit!" She shouted, Jessica loved her hair more than just about anything else. Before Phyllis could fire again, Jessica aimed her shotgun upwards a little, it was stuck under the door, and pulled the trigger.
KA-POW! Pellets tore the door apart, and the zombie on top of it. Its shredded corpse flew backwards and back into the lobby it came out of.
"You okay?" Phyllis asked quickly, she nodded and tried to stand up, but her vest was caught on something. She quickly slipped out of it, leaving her only with a white T. Jessica quickly pulled out a photo of her husband Charles and son Matthew.
"Let's go." She said as she picked up her shotgun and pumped a round.
Melissa fired her M60, turned, and fired again. God, they were everywhere!
"Wanda, nine o' clock!" She shouted. Wanda spun around and fired at a dozen zombies that were too close for comfort.
"Grenade!" Melissa shouted as she strapped her gun on her back and took out a frag grenade. Everyone got down as she threw it in the middle of a crowd, then dove down.
There was a sound like a thousand pieces of wet wood being snapped in half- then bodies were flying everywhere. She looked up and saw dozens of zombies everywhere on the ground, giving them a clear path. But not for long, zombies were about to close the small gap, and if they wanted to live, they'd have to run through it.
"Alright everyone! Double time it through that gap!" She shouted as she started running. Every ten seconds she'd stop, fire a short, contained burst of gunfire, then continue on.
When she'd reached the door of the building, she held it open with her foot and started firing wildly at the zombies, trying to buy her teammates and prisoners some time. Alex, Ramone, Jeff, and Wanda sprinted through and ran into the doors of the building. Then the prisoners ran through, barely getting mauled to death. She stopped firing and was about to close the doors when she saw Jessica and Phyllis running like hell for the doors.
But, the zombies were also very close. Melissa thought for a second, then slammed the doors shut and locked them, leaving the two stranded outside with their doom.
"Oh no, that bitch!" Jessica shouted as she skidded to a halt beside the door, Phyllis pulled out a decoder.
"I can get this open, it'll take a minute though!" She shouted as she went to work.
"Fine, hurry up though!" Jessica shouted as she turned around and started pumping rounds into zombies. Phyllis entered a series of numbers and began to wait, every second seemed like a new year as the timer slowly ticked away. Why did they have to make these so god damn slow! Ten seconds left.
Phyllis turned around to tell Jessica that it was about done, but instead just looked at the horror that lay in front of her. There were at least ten dozens zombies at the bottom of the short flight of stairs, Jessica was all bloody, she had a large bruise on her forehead. Blood flowed down from it and stained her crystal white T-shirt.
BEEP! It was open.
"Jessica, it's ready!" Phyllis shouted, Jessica turned around and smiled.
"About ti-" A zombie came behind her and grabbed her upper chest and knocked her to the ground.
"Get off!" She shouted as four more started stumbling her way in hopes for a quick meal. Phyllis quickly pulled out the .357 and began firing in every direction, but they kept pouring in like rain.
"Ahh! Phyllis!" Jessica screamed as the zombie but into her left leg. Phyllis shot it in the head and helped her up.
"Hurry up!" She shouted. The zombies were now all the way up the stairs. Phyllis yanked the door open and ran in, Jessica tripped, and three zombies started munching on her bitten leg. She screamed in pain as they started reaching her bones.
Her right hand was wrapped around the bottom part of the door, keeping her from being pulled outside. Phyllis dove and grabbed it, and began to tug with all her strength. Jessica was screaming about something. But it was lost in the chorus of moans.
Finally, the zombies grasp broke free and Phyllis pulled Jessica in and tried kicking the door shut. A zombies and was inside, which prevented it. Phyllis lifted the Magnum and blew it off, the door shut and automatically locked. She looked down and saw-
"Jessica!" Her leg was missing…
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