Part 3: Surviving, Killing of the Beasts
Chapter 3: All Coming to an End
Disclaimer: Any relation to any people or monsters in my story living or dead, or living dead, is purely coincidental, except for Tommy, and the rest of the GTA characters.
Intro: CJ and Trisha have just survived a zombie attack, burning down a building filled with them, and running out of ammo. Tommy and his group are ready to get out, heading towards the airport. John is stuck out with no one around him. CJ and Trish are ready to leave.
John, Grove Street, June 18, 4:50 a.m.
John walked lonely down the street. A group of zombies followed him. He ran down Grove street, hoping to find something. As he came to the end of the street, he had nowhere else to turn, he climbed on top of the Johnson house, the zombies neared.
In no time, there were over a hundred zombies trying to get to John. What could he do? He grasped his pistol in freight, he had to remember to save one bullet for himself.
CJ and Trish, Los Santos Hills, June 18, 4:52 a.m.
CJ and Trish stumbled down the hill, to the outer Los Santos highway. Zombies tripped, fell, and rolled down the hill after them.
CJ handed Trish the shotgun, and told her to keep the zombies back, as CJ tried to hotwire a purple Picador.
Using 8 shots, Trish couldn't hold the off any longer. Just in time, CJ started the car.
"Hop in." He barked.
They sped off, into the city, heading east, dodging car wrecks, hitting wondering, brainless, zombies.
"Where are we going?" Trish asked CJ.
"My moms house, I have some weapons in there." Trish nodded her head.
A few minutes passed, they were on Grove Street. CJ stopped the car. A group of over a hundred zombies were in the way, trying to get on top of the Johnson house.
"Is that a guy on that house?" Trish asked. CJ used the sniper scope to see.
"It's that John guy."
Trish's face light up. "Is Larry with him?"
CJ checked again. He shook his head.
"I have a plan." CJ got out of the car, with the sawn off shotguns, and entered a house. On the couch were tow naked zombies, a guy and a girl. CJ wasted them.
A few seconds passed, and CJ came out, holding two Molotov Cocktails. He smiled, and got back into the car.
He drove up a bridge, around a block, and over a bridge, overlooking the Johnson house, above Grove street.
CJ got out, and shouted. "John!"
John was holding a can of spray pain, with a lighter, using it as a flame thrower, keeping the zombies off of the house. Periodically, burning zombies fell off of the building.
"JOHN!" CJ yelled again. John stopped, and looked around. He spotted CJ.
"Hey!"
"We're gonna save you! Where's Larry?"
John shook his head. Trish started to cry. "Leave me! You can't save me!"
"Yes we can!"
"I can't hold on much longer!"
"Just wait!" CJ yelled, throwing the cocktails into the group. It became a large fire of zombies. The departed, running down Grove street, screaming in pain. It smelt like burning flesh.
CJ hopped back in the car, he drove down the bridge, and drove through the alley, up to the Johnson house.
"Jump! Hurry! They're coming back!" CJ barked.
"No way! It's to high!" John replied.
"Do you want to live, or not?"
John hopped off the roof, some zombies nearing the car. CJ back up over them turning, he drove through the alley, heading west, into Downtown Lo Santos.
"Where now?" CJ asked.
"How about the tallest building, I hear it always has a helicopter on it!" John suggested, Trisha was staying quite, dealing with the death of her brother.
"Okay, that it is." In a few minutes, the were at the bas of the building. They entered, CJ holding Trish in his arms, hugging her. They entered the elevator.
Tommy, Yang, and the commando's, trail, June 18, 11:30 a.m.
By this time, they had found their way across the river, through many trails in the jungle, which was mysteriously quiet, and have made their was down a hill, were two commandos were crushed by a rock slide.
They were now heading down a more sandy trail, towards the airport.
They came upon a brown metal gat that was labeled, "To Airport."
Tommy smiled. He, Yang, and one commando entered. This was a relatively straight trail, very green and grassy, outlined with trees. After a minute or two of walking, they came to a gate.
Inside was a large enclosure. A few planes were parked near the tower, a Nevada, 2 Shamal's, a Hydra, and two Maverick helicopters.
At this time, Yang's pager beeped. It read:
Yang, it's John. Me and three other survivors are stuck in Los Santos, on the tallest building. We need help! The chopper is gone!
Yang nodded. Tommy looked at him.
"What was that?" he asked.
"We need to go to Los Santos. I have some friend who need saving." Yang answered.
"No, they can fend for themselves."
"I agree, we need to get outta here." The commando said.
"There are three people, they wouldn't fit anyway." said Yang, "But I need to save them. I know how to fly, I will take the Maverick.
Tommy nodded. "If you feel that it is necessary. See ya in Vice." The said goodbye.
Yang got ready to fly off. The chopper had full gas, He took off, in the morning sun. Heading for Los Santos.
CJ, Trish, and John, the roof, June 18, 11:45 a.m.
They have held up here for a long time. The zombies have to showed, but they were getting closer. Their moans becoming louder. While John wait on the roof, staring into the chaotic city, as the sun light it up, CJ and Trish were just under him, in one of the best offices there were.
The sat upon a couch and were talking. About what was going to happen. CJ leaned over to kiss her.
He kissed her neck, they hugged. He out his hands up her shirt.