Katt
I felt like there was a huge rock in my stomach as I watched us leave Niki (I called him this when we were kids) behind with that… Thing. I felt tears falling down my face, and there was this sinking feeling in my chest. I kept screaming his name out.
"Get a hold of yourself!" Jason said to me. "Nick will be fine, trust me!"
"Y…You're right! Nick will be fine!" I said, trying to sound like my ordinary, cheerful self.
Jason was trying to cheer me up, but it wasn't working. I still felt scared. I was even shaking. Suddenly, the car came to a halt, and I almost fell over. I looked up, wiping my tears off my face, and found that we were at Jason's place.
"Come on, I'm taking you somewhere those things won't get us. Nick will meet us there later, he knows we'll be here." I followed Jason to the back of his house, where there was a small hatch. He screwed it open, revealing a ladder going down. "Dad made this a long time ago during the zombie scare. Sure am glad he got it now!"
He helped me get down first, then came in after me, sealing the hatch. I looked around. It was a pretty big shelter, it resembled an ordinary house, except underground and without windows.
"What now?" I asked. I was hoping he would say something that could help Niki.
"Now we wait for Nick to knock on the door." Jason took a can off a shelf. "Want some beans?"
Nick
I tried to hide myself in the rubble to get some thinking time. Tower would find me sooner or later, so I might as well make a plan while I can. Okay, my options are:
1. Get out there and fight Tower blindly.
2. Keep hiding.
3. Run like hell.
Hmm, option 1 would clearly be stupid, he'd kick my arse to kingdom come. Option 2 is just too sissy for me, and as for 3, it's also wimpy. Dammit, I either get my arse kicked or run like a sissy. This sucks.
I heard his large footsteps heading for me. Looks like its time to get moving again. I threw the pieces of rubble of me and dashed away from his footsteps, running outside the building. I ran down a few blocks, which by the way were littered with zombies, then ran into another building. He'd find me sooner or later, but in here is better than out there.
I walked up the stairs and down a hallway. It was an apartment block, and it had clearly seen better days. The walls were falling apart, and it smelt like dead people. Well, that, and there was blood splattered all over the walls and floor, all leading into a room at the end of the hall. I slowly crept towards the room, ready to take down whatever was in there.
Three steps away…
Two steps…
One more…
I was standing in front of the door, which was slightly open. I pushed it open, a loud creak echoing down the silent corridor. I stepped in slowly, my eyes darting around for danger. Nothing here I guessed, so I walked in. The room had a very wear-and-tear feel for it, if you catch my drift. Whoever owned this place obviously didn't care much for hygiene or presentation. I looked down at the blood trail. It led into a closet.
I've seen my share of scary movies, and usually when you open the closet, something grabs you and eats you. I should probably follow that advice… Nah. I make my way over to the closet and grab the handles.
Okay, on three. One… Two… Three!
I threw the doors open, ready to kill whatever was in there. But what I found wasn't exactly what I expected. In fact, it was something nobody would expect. There, hanging in the closet, was a dead pig. I mean, come on. Who the hell drags a pig into a closet? Well, I guess I don't have to kill anything at least.
"Grrr!" Uh oh. My good, big Friend Tower has just occupied the doorway. Well, nuts, how'd I forget about that? I look around for an escape, but there's not even a nearby window. Curse these builders for not putting windows where I can reach them. My eyes dart back at the pig for a moment. Hey… I have an idea!
"I hope you're not religious, 'cos then you can't eat pork!" I grabbed the dead pig hanging in the closet, then throw it at Tower with all my might.
"Ungh!" he grunted, before flying off his feet, the pig on top of him. I took this chance to run over him and ran back down the stairs. I had to get out of this damn town, and fast. I was back outside, where the hordes of zombies were growing. I was royally screwed; they had covered everything in sight. It was like watching an ocean shuffle around the streets.
"Oh, hello!" I say to myself. Something across the street catches my eye. A shop. A shop that has a sign saying 'Bob's Guns'. My god, what a beautiful sign. I'm going to have to throttle through a few of my old neighbors, but hey, what can you do? I start my crazy run into the dead ocean, flailing my arms about like someone having a seizure. Zombies go flying all over the place as I make a beeline for the store. I run inside and quickly close the door behind me before anything has the chance to jump in with me.
The walls were riddled with guns, big and small. This was definitely the place to go when you had zombies chomping on your ass. I was feeling surprisingly tired, so I rested my back on the counter for awhile. Man, I've started to notice that using my insane strength really takes it out of me.
Creak.
Hmm, did the counter just make a noise? I turn to look, and-
"Grah!"
The zombie shopkeeper lashed at me from behind, sinking his teeth into my left shoulder.
"OW! SON OF A-!" I grab his head, rip his face off my shoulder, then splatter it into the counter wall next to me. His skull smashed into a million pieces, and he stopped moving. "Dammit, bitten again. This sucks." My fresh wound was leaking blood pretty badly, it was worse than my last one. I better work faster and get the hell out of this joint.
Okay, I'm very much aware I'll need more than just guns, I need a way out of here. Hopefully, this guy has a car in the back or something. I search through his pockets, and sure enough I find a car key. I limp over to a door leading to the back, where I see a nice jeep with what looked like a small cannon attached to the top. Nice.
Well, I found my ride, now to arm up. I may have super strength, but as I said, it seems to eat my energy away like it's nothing. I start browsing through the shelves in a hurry, grabbing a bit of everything – some handguns, a pair of sub-machine guns, an M4 assault rifle, and that was just what I planned to use. After taking my own pick, I grab everything I can carry and toss it into the back of the jeep. I'd need plenty of firepower to protect Katt and Jason, and this would probably be one of my only chances.
After filling up the jeep, I hop in, putting the keys into the ignition. The engine roared to life, and I pushed the button next to the automatic door. The doors slid open, and I zoomed out, making my way for Jason's place.
It was fairly difficult navigating through all the living dead. Luckily, this jeep was probably made for war, since the zombies could barely make a dent in it. Still, it was annoying having to drive around them all the time. After what felt like forever, I managed to make it out of the town, and the zombie count started to lessen. And so, I continued my drive to Jason's place.
I came to a halt outside the small hatch on the floor, which led to Jason's bomb shelter. I found some bags in the back seat of the car, they were like sports bags, you know, long and cylindrical-ish. I filled up four bags, then clumsily made my way for the hatch. Jason and I had this special knock we did to show it was us. I made the knock, and waited. The hatch started to turn, then flung open, Jason's head popping up.
"Shit man, are you okay?" Jason said suddenly.
"What?" I look down to where he was looking, and see that my shirt was stained completely with the blood from my wound. "Oh."
"Hurry up and get in! Those smelly bastards gonna be walking down here in no time!"
TO BE CONTINUED