Rhodes grabbed an M16 off the gun shelf, and dished into the bin for a few extra magazines. His hands were shaking and he dropped them before stuffing them in his free hand and heading out to the hallway.
There were thousands in the bunker now.
He had told those sons of bitches, that it was going to be to late one day, here they were with their heads up their asses while those things were all ready trying to figure a way in...and low and behold, one of his own men was the person that let them in.
He panicked like any other normal human being would.
The second he saw the elevator lower, and the sight of the thousands of rotting puss bags all standing there, the stench of their rotting flesh filling in the humid air, made him freeze in his tracks and then spin around and run for his life.
In the last couple of months he wasn't the man who first arrived here. He had stopped believing in God, and only looked at the bad in people. He thought the scientist were just jerking them around and just waiting for something to happen like this.
Everything was falling apart, and he had lost his mind.
He tried his best to stop, but each time he looked at someone, he saw those things, the same things that had torn Ana apart.
He hated them.
He killed Logan, and he killed Fisher without a second thought. He just didn't care, if he couldn't love anymore...no one would.
The others must have been dead for sure...he didn't care if that nigger got a hold of his guns, he hoped they didn't make it, in fact he hoped that the zombies had dragged them down to the ground and sunk their rotting teeth into their flesh and slowly ripped them apart while they were still alive and screaming, just like they did with Ana.
He had taken life's, and cursed everything he had ever known, he was just an empty soul with a broken heart. She was everything thing to him, and just the thought that she had taken her own life and threw herself at them...made him lose his own mind.
He knew he wasn't gonna make it out alive, but if he could take some of those sons of bitches down before he fell, he would die happy.
He spun around the conner when he saw him...standing on the other end of the hallway with a handgun in soft greenish gray cold hand.
He froze, and the two locked eyes, his wide brown ones, and his blank faded yellow ones, both almost dead and a small hint of life left in them.
They just stood there, every thought, every emotion of life, death and the hate they shared for each other right now.
It was just them, and them alone.
Bub started to raise the pistol, when Rhodes tried to load the first magazine, but his hands shook and he stumbled as his fingers lost their grip and the magazine fell to the floor.
The truth was...he was scared out of his mind.
Bub fired the gun and it struck the stone wall, just inches away from his every own dead. Grit flew through the air and Rhodes jumped, spinning around and heading for the conner.
Bub shuffled forward and fired the gun again at the man who had killed his master.
Just as Rhodes was rounding the conner, the bullet struck him, tearing through his flesh and striking his back nerve.
Rhodes had been shot before, but the flash and quick seizing pain of the bullet ripping through his nerves, made him cry out and drop the gun.
He fell against the safety of the opposite of the other wall, and leaned against it, sweat poured from his face, and his eyes became blurred with tears. He felt warmth dribble down the back of him and stain the white stone wall behind him.
He cried out again and shut his eyes for a second.
No thoughts or prayers crossed his empty mind...not even the fear or deep pain that he had just been shot, all he could keep hearing over and over in his mind was Ana's voice, asking him why he let her go...why he let her die.
He starred down at the last magazine, laying far out of reach. He lipid the words Fuck, and then heard him shuffle closer.
His eyes became bright and he screamed...
"COME ON!" He wanted to put up his best fight.
He started to slowly limp further down the hall, as Bub was not to far behind, he fired his gun a second time and it struck another wall.
"COME ON!"
He screamed, as he started to build up speed, blood dripping on the white tile floor.
He was heading down the back exit of the labs, he thought that maybe, just maybe he could cross over down the first hallway and maybe get it before getting shot to death.
He screamed again, but this time the sound of the gun firing seemed closer, and before he knew it the pain came again and he fell forward onto the floor.
His dog chains jiggled onto the cool floor and he gasped for breath...this time he really felt the pain and swore as loud as he could, before trying to get his heart under control before he died right there and then.
He heard him still coming, so with all his strength he pulled himself up and started to slowly drag himself against the wall for support, blood gushing from him as he slowly kicked his boots to slid him forward.
"COME ON!" he kept screaming, slowly and slowly starting to rise, he was coming to the end of the hallway.
Ana why did you kill yourself, why couldn't it of been me?
He raised further up and tried to first door, but the nerves from his back made him scream out in pain, so he tried with the other hand...and it was locked.
He waved Bub on, and kept screaming, he then was able to stand up and opened the door as it slowly swung open.
All in the blink of an eye, he saw his life flash...his family, school, the military, the bunker, his men, Ana, her smile, her eyes, her laugh...and for just a quick second, the daughter they would of had together...the daughter that she was pregnant with as she ran away, not to hurt him or leave him...only to find her first son that she had with that other man, the man she really loved.
For that second he saw his daughter and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the daughter that would never know her father. And to tell you the truth, that's how it wanted it...he had became an awful man, a man he wouldn't have wanted his baby girl to know...a man who should die before his soul couldn't be saved.
He was heartless, but for those quick seconds, he said how sorry he was to everyone...most of all Sara, who deep down inside he knew he took Fisher away from her, and he hoped she made it.
Thousands of rotting peeling flesh molded hands reached forward, and he screamed and spun around, he could have had a chance to run but he saw Bub standing on the opposite end of the hallway, smiling.
"Go to hell your son of a bitch." He could almost hear, as another shot rang over the moaning and smell behind him as they started to reach forward, and struck him right in the stomach, if he had maybe another seven minuets to spare, he would have bleed to death.
He moaned, hate and sorrow sounds, that knew it was to late for anything and he now deserved to die.
They slowly brought him down on the floor and Bub saluted...a total show of Irony and turned his back on him, he was dead and so wasn't he...they were the same, and their work was finished, now stuck in this bunker until they rotted.
They tore with their fingernails into his flesh and he heard something rip, them warmth washed over his body...he didn't feel a thing, the shock and blood loss killed with within thirty seconds.
But he was able to scream as he saw they blank empty faces around him, but he saw they were rotting fast, within another year, maybe two more they would just be dusty bones, and this would be over.
He saw them take his organs out of him and slowly drag his legs away, as everything became cloudy, he screamed...
"Choke on them!"
And with that he closed his eyes and died.
The zombies were stuck in the bunker for another year or so before a storm hit and the place caved it.