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Chapter five Temporary Haven
Alex backed away quickly from the pounding door. There was no way out, Dylon's house had no back door and they couldn't get out from a second story window. They could fight, but how. The clip in his Ruger was all that was in the locker, and all that was left was one clip for the berretta. Not only that, but they could not take on a dozen zombies with just a crowbar, a baseball bat, and a samurai sword. "Oh man, what are we gonna do?" Cameron said dropping his bag and slumping against the wall. No one answered; they all just looked around at each other. Even Dylon, who, after being pulled away from his X-Box, was realizing his dilemma.
" Wait", Dylon said, " did you grab all the ammo for the guns?" he said, "yeah Dylon, I grabbed all the ammo in the gun closet; there's nothing else." Alex replied "the gun closet?" Dylon looked at Alex like he was an idiot. "Dumb ass, my dad keeps his big guns and all the ammo down in the basement." Dylon said with a laugh. Dan and Cameron looked up with newfound hope as Alex's eyes widened and he dashed to the door; he looked through the eyehole. YES! Only about 4 zombies blocked off the way to Dylon's outdoor basement. If they moved quick and let off some good shots, then they might make it to the salvation of Dylon's father's right wing blessings.
"Ok… here's what were gonna do. I'm gonna take my Ruger, Dylon I want you take the loaded berretta and an empty one; you stay at the rear and give us covering fire. Cameron, I want you and Dan to take the lead I'll take the middle with my Ruger and shoot some bastards as well. OK?" Alex asked. All of his friends looked up and smiled. Not because the act of killing was enjoyable to them. But to go from a moment so dark to one so full of hope can make anyone feel better. Even in a situation of utter terror. "Ok… Let's go to work." Alex said with a smile.
BLAM! The front walls of the house shook as Cameron kicked open the door. The Zombie that had been banging against the door was blown back 6 feet as the lock splintered and the door blew open with deadly force, Alex followed Dan and Cameron out of the house while Dylon covered their six. As they passed the Zombie Cameron had knocked over, Alex lowered the Ruger to his waist, pointed it at the hissing monsters head, clicked the safety off and pulled the trigger, the gun attempted to jerk back with the force of the recoil, but Alex had been shooting before and he kept the firearm under control. The bullet sped through the spiral barrel and exited the trigger with a bang, flying forward towards the Creatures forehead; the bullet tore through the flesh and bone, grinding its way through due to the spiral of the shaped metal round. The bullet continued through the soft brain tissue and exited the back of the creature's head in an explosion of red blood and gray brain matter. "Cool." Alex said with a grin, Alex then looked up to see his friends fighting their own battle. Dan had dashed forward to a zombie in a torn and bloody jersey, the Zombie reached forward at Dan but he was too fast. Dan leaped backwards than pointed the sword, blade side up at the creature, and pushed himself forward with his feet. The razor sharp katana then impaled straight through the creature's head. Dan then spun around and readjusted the grip on his sword, so that both his arms reached up over his head and grasped the hilt of the blade. Dan let out a yell as he pulled the sword up over his head and tore through the skull of the zombie, cutting it's skull in half, vertically, as the head blossomed in two pieces like a bloody, gore wrenched flower. Dan then spun around and chopped the two halves of the head into two decapitated pieces, the two pieces of head fell down with sickening splats as the body fell to its knees and then slumped down. Though the eyes in the separated halves of head still searched around frantically. Cameron was charging toward his targeted zombie with the baseball bat raised. The creature he was charging didn't even realize that it was in danger until too late. Cameron swung in an uppercut motion, smacking the hard wooden bat into the creatures jaw, snapping it's neck instantly, Cameron then raised the bat over his shoulder and swung it with all his might, straight into the zombie's face, not only crushing half the monster's skull, but knocking it off the broken neck and causing the head to fly off the shoulders of its decomposing body. "And the crowd goes wild… bitches." Cameron laughed under his breath. But his victory was short lived as he felt cold, rubbery hands grasp his shoulder and he felt hot, rancid breath against the back of his neck. Cameron shut his eyes tight and prayed when he heard a bang that seemed far off and then felt himself being covered in cold sticky fluid. He opened his eyes to see he was covered in blood, horrified at his state he looked around madly to see Dylon holding a smoking pistol, "Need a towel there Cam?" Dylon asked with a smug grin. Cameron was about to reply when Alex and Dan dashed past them, "Move!" Alex yelled as they all dashed to the relative safety of Dylon's basement. Alex opened them door and ushered them all inside before leaping in himself, and slamming the door shut.
"Uh…Dylon where's the light?" Alex asked, Dylon began to grope around in the dark before he found the drawstring and pulled it. With a click the bare florescent light came on and illuminated the once dark basement to a degree of artificial daylight. Alex squinted and blinked a couple times to adjust himself to the darkness. Dylon meanwhile, Wasted no time and walked over to the gun locker, "Ugh…" Dylon groaned as he pulled at the handle before he saw the old style key lock on the door. "Shit dude it's locked, I think the key is upstai-" but Dylon was cut off as Alex pushed him aside, aimed the Ruger at the lock and pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out of the gun and instantly splintered the locking mechanism, causing the locker door to fly open. Inside a heavenly light of salvation seemed to emanate from the locker's contents, inside were not only 2 dozen boxes of .9mm and .22mm ammo but also several boxes of 12 gauge shells. And right above those, hanging on the locker's rack, were 4 shotguns, a magnum and 2 M1 Garand carbine semi-automatic rifles, the shotguns in question were 2 Mossberg pistol grip 590 "Compact Cruiser" 12 gauges, also inside was a Remmington 870 Stock gun, also 12 gauge, the last was a new take on an old classic, a patrol model "Scatter Gun" with a titanium barrel, made for wear and tear. To the left were a large amount of shoulder straps and two scopes for their newfound Carbine's. "Ok… Load up," Alex said with a heavy sigh, they than proceeded to load several clips into their respective weapons, Cameron Got the magnum, which was in fact a Ruger "Anaconda" .44mm and placed several bullets in a large pouch on his side. Alex loaded 6 full clips for his Ruger into the side pouches of his belt, refilled his current clip and cocked it into place. Dylon found shoulder holster for his second Beretta and loaded both holster belts with 6 clips apiece, the great thing about the Ruger and the Berettas were that the clips could be used on both of the guns. Dan in the meanwhile found a flashlight for his USP and 5 clips of .22mm ammo. After they had that situated their current weapons they loaded as many extra boxes of ammo as they could fit into Cameron's duffel bag. They then loaded up several twelve gauge shells into small hip pouches and selected their shotguns, it was decided that Dan and Dylon would each get a Mossberg and that Cameron would get the newer patrol scattergun, Alex gladly took the Remmington as he believed it would suit best for their current situation. It was also decided that Alex and Dylon would take the Garands, as they were the best shots, they each mounted a scope and slung it over their shoulder, just in time, because at that moment, they heard loud banging at the door.
"Ok… Pull out those shotguns guys." Alex said, "When they bust through, just unload, ok?" he continued, they all nodded and turned over a table, then they proceeded to take a knee and rest their guns on the tables edge. It seemed to take an eternity, each bang of the door making Alex's heart skip a beat. When finally the door exploded with a plume of dust and shards of wood, they then saw the first of the hellish hoard as it stumbled down the stairs and moved at them, Cameron fired a round into the creature's chest, blowing it back. But the firing seemed to signal the rest of the pack to stumble in at once in a disgusting cascade of rotted humanity. "FIRE!" Alex screamed as the all unloaded into the grouping of demons, Alex managed to shoot one in the neck and blow another's head clean off it's shoulders. When all the dust cleared nothing remained but Alex and his Friends and a few still convulsing monsters. Alex couldn't move for a while after his brush with death, he was breathing heavily and he could sense his friends doing the same. They all look at each other and even though they had killed several things that had once been people, they couldn't help but smile after surviving that. They took some time mopping up the few survivors with a simple pistol shot in the head before Alex, Cameron, Dylon and Dan, exited the basement, walked towards the truck, loaded up, and drove away in silence, but with an oddly positive mood and a renewed hope floating with them.
Well short chapter but plenty of action eh? Anyway please review, I'm serious now MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAH ugh Cough Cough
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