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Chapter 2
Walking through the village, a chill ran down the men's spine as they spot spots of blood on various parts of the buildings. Thomas was the most afraid of the four, shaking uncontrollably holding his AK-47 at the eerie quiet of a supposedly bustling village of concrete and metal facilities.
"Thomas, stop doing that," warned Memo, trying to get his fellow marine to stop shaking. "You're gonna accidentally pull the trigger or something."
"Shhh," hushed Robert, holding out a hand to stop the group. "You guys hear anything?"
"No," replied Thomas. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, shouldn't we hear birds and monkeys?" Robert asks the group. "I mean, this is a tropical island. Surely there should be animals around."
"You're right," agreed Lawrence, scanning the area. "It's too quiet here. It's as if the island's completely deserted."
Looking around, all the marines could find were disheveled buildings, overgrown with vines, weeds, and other plant life. It was as if the village was abandoned for years.
"So," spoke up Memo. "What do you suppose happened here?"
"Whatever happened," began Lawrence, examining a claw marking on a building. "I highly doubt we'll find any survivor."
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At another area of the village, Tracy led the way while her male group mates followed closely behind. Suddenly, a rustling of tree limbs and leaves. Tracy instantly whips around and aims her automatic gun at the source of the sound with the others following suite. They found nothing.
"What was that?" wondered Hiro.
"Maybe it's a monkey," suggested Daniel.
"No," responded Tracy affirmatively. "It's too quiet here. It seems as if all the animals on the island have disappeared."
"What are you saying, Tracy?" asked Kenneth.
As if to answer his question, a resounding moan echoes through the area they were in. The marines whip around, aiming their guns at all directions to figure out where the sound was coming from. From around a building, a human-shaped figure emerges from the darkness.
"A survivor," exclaims Hiro, walking towards the person.
"Hiro, get back here!" Tracy shouts at him.
When the figure stepped out into the light, Hiro stops dead in his tracks and his eyes widens in horror.
"What the hell is that?" he almost screams as he walks backwards towards the group.
Out in the open stumbled a guard with his skin torn off half of his face while the other half hung a handful of flabby skin. The look on his face was that of contorted agony with his eyes all white and mouth wide open. His chest was an empty shell with a huge cave-like opening at the front. Inside were bloody bits of organs and whatnots.
As the human zombie came closer, the group open fire at it, shooting as if their lives depended on it. The zombie fell down a few times from the force of the bullets but managed to get up each time. Annoyed by the creature's persistence, Tracy aims her gun at the zombie's head and fires until its head was no more. The zombie finally fell to the ground and didn't get up. The group moves forward towards the corpse cautiously with guns ready to fire just in case it got up again. But it stayed down permanently.
Relieved that the zombie was finally dead, the group inches closer to the corpse to examine it.
"Damn," exclaims Hiro. "Look at his chest. It's as if something blew it in with a bomb and sucked out all his organs."
"No, look at the direction of the bones," said Tracy, pointing at the chest. "Something busted out of this guy, not the other way around.
"Ugh, that's disgusting," groaned Kenneth.
"Sick, it reeks like hell," added Daniel, holding his nose.
Agreeing with Daniel, everyone backs away from the corpse.
"Are there gonna be more of these guys?" asked Kenneth. "I don't really feel like killing more of them."
"I think I'm gonna be sick," exclaims Daniel.
Just then, Tracy felt the hair on the back of her neck stiffen and aims her gun at the shadowed area where the zombie came from. As she suspected, a handful of human zombies like the one they killed emerge and came stumbling right towards them.
"Holy shit!" screams Hiro as he opens fire on them with Tracy.
Full of fear, Kenneth and Daniel fumbled with their guns in surprise at the sight of the zombies before firing alongside their fellow marines.
Meanwhile…
"Ahhhhhhhh!" screamed Robert as he and the rest of his group ran furiously from the mob of zombies chasing after them.
"What the hell are these?" screamed Memo, firing a few shots behind him at the zombies.
"I didn't sign up for this!" whimpered Thomas as he ran as fast as his feet could carry him.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" muttered Lawrence, turning around every once in a while to take down a couple of zombies as he ran.
Just then, a zombie jumps down from the top of a nearby building and lands right on Robert as the poor marine ran.
"OH MY GOD!" the Mexican shrieked as he tries the shake the abnormal creature off of him. "GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF!"
"Hold still Robert!" demanded Memo, trying to aim with his gun. "I can't get a clear shot if you keep moving around like that!"
In a split second, the zombie's head disappeared, leaving an empty bloody space where it used to be. The rest of the body simply slid off of Robert as he and the others ran.
"What the hell?..." exclaimed Thomas in confusion.
"Zombie at twelve o' clock!" warned Lawrence, his smoking gun pointing to where Robert was running.
Fortunately, Robert spotted the zombie in time and took it down easily.
After ten minutes of running, the group managed to find a hole in a building and slips into it. They all held their breath as they hear the zombie mob straggle past them. Once the sound of silence took over, they all sighed a breath of relief.
"I'm thinking there's been some illegal activity here," commented Thomas.
"No shit, Sherlock," retorted Robert in response.
"That was some nice shooting back there, Lawrence," Memo complimented the young marine. "The way you took down the zombie on Robert. Amazing."
"Actually, I was aiming for the one in front of Robert," clarified Lawrence. "I didn't intend on hitting the one on him."
"Waaaaait a second," spoke up Robert. "You mean to tell me, that you have bad aim?"
"Sort of," replied Lawrence sheepishly.
"So hitting the zombie was a fluke," concluded Thomas. "If you had actually aimed for the zombie on Robert, you would've taken out Robert's head instead."
At the sound of this, Robert's face instantly went pale as he shook in shock where he sat.