Chapter Five: The Prey and The Hunters
Michael and Dusty ran down the street looking for a store or restaurant that had a supply of bottled water for they didn't want to take the risk of sink water. The explosion attracted some zombies so most of the way they had tackled, pistol-whipped, and shot most of the things that was stupid enough to cross paths with them. The street itself was so far the cleanest street in the city, there were no cars, only zombies.
Looking over he saw the street sign Larington Street. But not like this street, that street had broken barriers and a shit-load of crashed vehicle showing signs of struggle. Michael looked straight ahead and saw another set of broken barriers and looked mostly the same as Larington.
"Hey there's a place," Dusty said pointing to a Grocery store.
"Okay, but let's make it quick." Michael said running toward the store. They made it to the entrance looking at the electronic doors which looked like it was smashed open.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Dusty said.
"We're just here to get water and stuff that will keep us alive, like ammo." Michael replied, if we can find any.
They were going in then going out. Michael turned to Dusty, "We'll split up, you'll look for ammo if there is any. And I'll look for water and store it in my bag."
Dusty nodded and walked to the other side of the store near the cash register while Michael went toward the back of the store to the freezers. The shelves and shelves of food to his surprise were scarce. Michael kept an eye out on his surroundings while slowly walking down the aisle. Shopping carts were filled with items and some were tipped over making a mess.
Walking out of the other side of the aisle he felt a gust of cold air against his face. The freezers weren't far, a sign saying dairies and bottled water. Michael felt a rush of delight and ran towards the area letting his guard down. He turned and looked scanning the freezers and found the water section. About four bottled waters remain, gee that's sad. He unzipped his bag and stuck the remaining waters in and took his knife out.
Michael turned around and ran through another aisle stopping to see a soldier kind of dressed like Tange lying on the ground decapitated. He crouched down examining at the slice and it looked like it was done neatly, no hanging flesh, just a clean swipe. He rolled the body onto its back seeing if he could find a spare gun. He was right, a little machine gun in the shape of a pistol had a long clip partially sticking out. He took it and started searching the man's pockets. He found another clip and put it in his pocket. He continued searching coming across a pocketbook. It had to belong to the man so Michael started reading to see if he could get a name or any other information:
November 30, 2009
I had just completed my training on at the complex and ready for my first mission. The commander wouldn't allow because he said I lacked responsibility.
God, I tried my hardest and he's still giving the same bullshit from when I came here.
December 12, 2009
I played some cards with the guys down in the mess hall. The game went well until Jim called Tange a "Philippine pothead" because he kept losing. They broke out into a fight and the rest of us had to pull them away from each other. Tange called him a "Cuban cock sucker."
Later today I heard Tange and Jim were transported to and Umbrella jail a few miles from the island.
December 15, 2009
Tange came back and said that the Jim was transported to some other training facility.
The commander told everyone that they were all to go into some city called Scrapeson to get civilVlads out. January 15,2010
I reported to a deserted H.Q. and entered my room there until the rest show up.
Went to the wreck center to watch the game and shoot some pool with some other guys.
January 26, 2010
I reported to the meeting room and went over the things we were to encounter there.
I met up with some dude I just met while here named Vince. He was quite a joker and literally joked on everything.
January 28, 2010
A few hours after we landed my partner is killed and I am infected. I going to the find some water to quench my thirst. After that I'm going to the lab to find a cure. If there is one.
Michael put the pocketbook in his bag. He got up and walked toward the entrance were Dusty was searching until something hit his back.
"Hey what the hell are you doing Dusty." Michael shouted, "Quit bitching around you-"
"What are you talking about I'm right- holy fuck!" Dusty said in a surprised tone. "Um, Michael, I um, well this is hard to say. I mean run you piece of shit don't just stand there!"
Michael jumped forward turning around seeing some sort of never- before-seen reptile standing a few feet in front of him. It was a few feet smaller then him and looked like a frog with razor sharp claws.
Raaaaaaaaaah! He gulped and brought the machine gun up. The monster swiped the gun out of his grasp and landed on the floor next to Dusty. Michael then took out the Eagle 6.0 and fired at the frog-like thing missing from its fast agility.
Dusty was pumping the shotgun into the creature as it swung its claws at Michael's face. With one last shot the creature fell to the ground and died. Michael picked up the small machine-gun and walked to Dusty.
Raaaaaaaaaah! This was not good, more creatures were here. Michael saw about three or four more frog monsters all come out of nowhere.
"We've got company." Dusty said cocking his gun and run to the far side of the room and started firing. Michael put the Eagle in one hand and the machine-gun in the other and did the same things as Dusty did but going the opposite direction.
He heard Dusty shotgun boom in the distance. One of the things jumped in the air with its claws pointing directly at him. He moved and saw the creatures claws dig into the tile floor. He opened fired showering the creature with bullets while he ran backwards shooting another with his Eagle. The creatures jumped out of the way and into the food aisle. 'Damn their fast.'
He ran and jumped forward seeing the creatures run toward him and once again opened fired hitting on of them in the face, while the other jumped away from the gunfire. Michael land hard on his stomach. He rolled on his back, 'oh shit,' and one of the things lifted its claws up and started bringing them down fast-
Boom! The creatures face went from turquoise to red as another set of bullets dug into its face blowing away the skin.
Dusty walked up to him, "You're lucky I'm here." he held his hand out helping Michael up.
"So, what did you find?" Michael asked.
"I couldn't find much," Dusty said holding a big wad of cash up, "except this jumble of money."
He saw Michael's face grow from tired to what the fuck!
"What the fuck," Michael said, "Were did you get the money?-We-we don't need that! And what could that buy in a city like this now?"
Dusty put the cash in his pocket and said, "No, what the question is, what can money can buy in another city if we get out of here."
"Good thinking." Michael said, "all I got was bottled water."
"Okay then lets go," Dusty said, "um, which way do we go?"
"We stay on this street for the rest of the way," Michael said, "but I don't think it'll be easy with all those barriers and junk, so maybe most of the way we'll use the alleys."
"As usual." Dusty grinned.
They both walked out the store and back into the street. Man, I wish Caitlyn and Tange were still here. They both ran down the street and came to a stop in front of another barrier. The barrier was completely blocked with a fire truck blocking the access of the road with a bus driven on top of it.
Dusty looked to the street to his right seeing that it was quiet and deserted and took that path. He was hoping that the next street won't be blocked, but the good thing was that there were only a few zombies. Easy to dodge, those slow-minded crack whores can't get me. They reached the next block finding that it was also blocked.
"Shit!" he heard Michael say, "now what?"
"I think we go through the buildings." Dusty replied, "I bet they lead up the street we were supposed to go."
Michael looked toward the building next to the street and walked up to its doors.
"Okay, lets go through the Scrapeson Grand Hotel."
They entered the building into a well decorated lobby. Well at least it was once decorated. The front desk was smeared with blood and they were doors that had been boarded shut. The lobby was so big that about two big houses could easily fit in there. On the other side of the room was an elevator.
Dusty walked to the elevator and pressed the down button. A small screen above the door showed that it was on the forty-fifth floor and in about thirty seconds the doors opened. They walked in and pressed the B1 button.
The doors closed then once again opened revealing a parking lot. All the cars were there a ramp led down. There was a sign that said Parking floor three.
"Okay, weren't we on floor one?" Michael said, "but now we're on parking three?"
"It must be a change in elevation," Dusty said looking over the railing at the trashed street. Two buildings were in front of them and an alley was between the tall structures.
"Looks like we're going down that alley," Dusty said pointing towards it, "lets go."
Chk, chk, chk They both turned and saw this rotting figure step out followed by two more. They were dogs, all furless and rotting. The trio quickly charged toward them. Dusty and Michael ran down the ramp. The sound of the dogs sped up as they ran. Dusty turned taking small steps back and shot his last shell at one of the dogs. The shell splattered the dogs face and fell to the ground. One of them jumped and Dusty used the gun like a bat.
"Die bitches!" He shouted knocking the head of the second dog while Michael killed the last with the Eagle.
They finally reached the bottom and cut through cars. Zombies were now coming towards them.
Rooaarr! They turned around seeing the tyrant in the third floor parking garage.
"What does that fucker want?" Dusty said.
The tyrant jumped off and landed on the hood of a car causing the back to go in to the air. The tyrant had a bazooka in its hands and aimed it right toward them. Zombies crowded the ten foot monster and started sinking their teeth into the tyrant and it started swinging its fist onto the zombies heads knocking them to the ground.
"Come on let's go!" Michael shouted running ahead.
The tyrant was now pissed. It aimed the bazooka at the ground and-.
KaBoom! The explosion covered it in flames and sent the zombies flying as Dusty and Michael kept running.
Note: Now don't you worry, I'll update as soon as I come back. R&R