The Simpsons: Ghost Town
Chapter Four
REALLY SORRY about not updating sooner, I don't have a lot of time on my hands at the moment, so this chapter is considerably shorter than the last three (which weren't that long to start with) but anyway… on to chapter four…
Bart sat up in his sleeping bag for another five minutes, waiting for Milhouse to fall asleep again, so he could sneak up to the armoury, arm himself once again, and find out where the hospital Nelson told them about was.
After arming himself with two .45 cal. Pistols, a shotgun, some grenades and a sub-machine gun, he climbed out of the window and let himself drop from the ledge to the floor, hurting his feet slightly due to the landing impact. Almost immediately, he was ambushed by two infects. He raised his twin pistols and lined them both up with the infects fore-heads and was just about to shoot, when he thought to himself he shouldn't unload any bullets this close to the station or it would wake up the others (who don't know he's out here). So, quick as a flash, he spun the guns around, and, holding them by the barrels, he brought the butts of the guns down on to the infects heads, heavily, yet silently. Once they stopped twitching, Bart walked over their bodies and around the corner, looking for a road-sign or something to point him to the hospital. When he didn't see one, he went off gut-instinct and started to walk west, towards the residential area.
After about ten more minutes of walking, he finally reached what could only be the charred remains of Springfield Hospital. "Okay, now I gotta find something – anything – to help Lisa". But as he looked around, he knew he had no chance… all that was remaining was a few very unstable looking pillars, and a huge black burn mark on the floor, where the hospital had once proudly stood. After accepting defeat, Bart turned around to leave, but got a nasty surprise instead… about four hundred infects where moving slowly towards him… looking for somewhere to run, Bart noticed he was cornered in by flats on either side. For a brief moment, he thought about tailing it into one of the sets of flats, but on closer inspection he noticed infects looking menacingly at him from almost every window, almost like they where daring him to enter the flats.
Knowing he didn't have anywhere near enough ammo to take them all out, he weighed up his options. If he entered the flats, he knew that the infects would have to filter through the doors, making it easier for him to kill them with his grenades… however there was also the chance that the grenades could make a hole in the door, allowing more infects through… also there was a good chance he could be grabbed from behind by one of the infects in the flat-rooms. If he stayed out here, he knew there was no chance of him being snuck up on, but he knew eventually they would overwhelm him and he would be forced into the corner and die… He decided to stay out in the open and fight, but it was too late… By the time he made his decision, the two closest infects lunged at him and pinned him to the floor…
Like I said, I'm sorry this chapter was shorter than the others, but I've got too much to do at the moment… But you can be rest assured, that I don't care if it kills me, I started so I'm gonna finish this story!
Not sure when chapter five will be here but it will eventually be here… I promise