Chapter two
Blade finally reached the last set of stairs that led to the 7th floor, this building sucked already in his mind because each floor had two separate stair cases one that goes down and one that goes up. He opened the door to the 7th floor room checked his map it was called the Mess hall and boy was it a mess. He walked into the room cautiously he was creeping along at a steady pace when he saw someone on the other side of the room, he called out to them they turned towards him and started coming towards him he waited maybe its someone who can help he thought. As soon as the person got close to him he realised that they couldn't help they were dead but they were walking!
He stared in pure shock as the creature got closer to him with every shuffle of its feet when it was about five feet from him it reached out to grab him. He dropped his hand to get the knife but the thing knocked him over so he started to struggle with the creature. "Boy for being the undead the son of a bitch has some strength" he grunted finally he was able to make some room for himself to bring his fist around in a swing that would knock most men on their ass, the blow connected and knocked the creature off him. He took the time to reach for his knife it wasn't there he must have lost it in the struggle, he looked around and sure enough it was in the excat same spot where the creature first hit him.
He headed towards the knife but the creature grabbed his ankle and went to bite it. Blade saw this and quickly brought the other foot around and kicked the thing right between the eyes, his foot kinda sunk in the rotten flesh and the front half of what was left of its head caved in. It stopped moving he pulled his foot out of its grip and kicked it once or twice to be sure. He grabbed his knife put it back in its sheath and found an upturned table with a semi broken leg, he grabbed the leg and pulled and twisted until it came off. Camly he walked up to the thing and drove the leg through its back and into the ground.
Satisfied that the thing was dead he left the room, more cautious then before didn't want to get caught by another one of those things. He was walking along when something caught his eye, he managed to find a hand gun. He felt a lot more secure now that he had something a little more powerful then his fists or knife. After about 1 hr of wandering the 7th floor uneventful he found a door labled stairs, he opened it up and found it to be another set of stairs that led down. "Only two floors away." he said as he began his descent. he got halfway down and let out a yell that could wake the undead. the stair case was out and it was about an eight foot drop.
"Son of a fucking bitch this just isn't my day!" he yelled and then slowly lowered himself down so that it was only a 2 foot drop and then let go.
He hit with a thud and kinda sprained his ankle.
"OW, SON OF A CUNT THAT HURT!" he yelled again
He stopped yelling when he heard something thump against the door he readied the pistol and reached for the handle...