Hey guys here's chapter 7… I am hella sorry this is taking sooo long, but it is finals week so cut me some damn slack, I worked hard and I will keep working hard on this, OK?

Dan in lab coat…with katana: Wow… the cloner actually worked… even though it was just an old box with "Clonermatic 5000" written on the side.

Alex: Right-o me old mate, I feel right as a jerry in a spring-summer.

Dan: Shit! I set the meter from "Pleasantly foreign" to raving English-man!

Alex: Why, what ever do you mean, me old plum cherry?

Dan: Nothing noth-, wait… the fuck is a plum cherry?

Alex: Ummmm… it was a moment… I'll just get a leg hopped up on the story then, all right?

Dan: Yeah… yeah, you do that…(grabs shotgun)…

Chapter Seven

Rescued Perspective

Taylor woke up on Monday morning like she always did. Taylor's mom would always wake her up on school days and then drive her to Forestville middle school. At 12 years old, Taylor was very fit; playing volleyball and soccer all her life had a positive effect on her physique, and she had always been a fast runner in that regard. Taylor took a shower, got dressed and headed out the door. As she passed by her parent's room, she heard her dad moan in pain. Taylor put her ear to the door and listened in to here her dad stumbling around the room. Her dad had been sick like this since Sunday, but at least he was up and moving now; he had seemed dead last night. Taylor hurried through her living room and out the door.

The rest of the day proceeded normally; only thing that was weird was that Taylor's mom left work to go take her dad to the hospital. Taylor was worried but decided that it was best and proceeded to go to school normally. Forestville elementary and Middle School was only a short mile away from El Molino High School and Taylor knew her cousin Alex was probably having a bad day as well. At 3:00 in the afternoon Taylor went outside her school to see her mom was still not here to pick her up, Taylor simply shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to walk home. She got there at about 3:30 and despite several speeding cars and panicky, rushing people the walk was normal. Taylor walked into her front gate and noticed her mom's car was still there, as was her dad's. Taylor walked into her still open front door calmly, "Mom," Taylor yelled into the quiet house, "Mom?" she yelled again, this time she heard a banging noise coming from upstairs, Taylor breathed a sigh of relief and headed to the stairs, but as she got close, a large hulking shape rolled and tumbled town the long stairway and crash into the wall at the bottom, Taylor gasped and ran over before realizing that it was her mother, who was covered in blood, "Oh my god, mom!" Taylor cried and ran over to her mother. Taylor leaned down placed her hand on her mom's shoulder, but then the unbelievable happened, Taylor's mother's body began to squirm, Taylor took a step back as her mothers head started to turn to the left, cracking and popping until, with a sudden crack, her mothers head was facing Taylor, 180 degrees of the direction it should have been, then the eyes flew open, it was like nothing Taylor had ever seen, the eyes were deep, soulless and white, just looking at those eyes made you want to curl up into a little ball and die. Then Taylor's mom let out a hiss and barred her teeth. Taylor took another step back, when her father's body rolled down the stairs, the mouth and front of his pajamas covered in blood. Taylor shrieked and ran away as the two horrible things that had been her parents struggled to separate themselves. Taylor ran into the kitchen, grabbed her phone and Dialed 911.

…Hello… you've reached the nine-one-one emergency; all lines are currently busy, if you are in danger please-

Taylor didn't hear the rest, as at that moment she saw a shadow move closer to the ajar door of the kitchen, Taylor rushed forward and slammed the door, right on her mother's moaning, bloody head, her mother fell to the ground and was about to get back up before Taylor slammed the door again on her mother's head, her mother letting out a high pitched yelp each time Taylor slammed the door on her mother's head, each time a few more tears leaking out of her. After her mother stopped moving, Taylor got on her knees and started crying, but then she had to stop.

The reason she stopped was because of the apparent form of her stumbling, blood covered father stepping over her mother's twitching body. Taylor ran to the other side of the kitchen next to the sink. Taylor started screaming at her father to go away, but to no avail, her father simply lifted his arms, and began groping towards Taylor, his bloodstained teeth gnashing and his soulless eyes rolling in his skull with each step. Taylor did the only thing she could think of, she opened up the silverware drawer and began throwing things: knives, forks, and even spoons, some stuck but they didn't do anything to him. Taylor threw a steak knife into his stomach and he didn't even flinch. Taylor grabbed the last big, knife in the drawer, a long, 10 inch butcher knife and turned on her father to through it, but it was too late, her father pressed her into the counter and gnashed his teeth in her face, the rancid smell of rot mixing with the coppery scent of dried blood. The monster's teeth held away from Tailor's face only by her one free hand, finally, Taylor's strength gave out and she collapsed, her hands held up, cringing in fear as the monster bared down on her with a hellish moan, and every thing went silent.

"Ok then, we all have got the plan down, right?' Alex said with a lighthearted grin, Dylon flashed Alex a thumbs up from the bed of the truck, the plan was to have Dylon ride in the back while Richard drove the truck through the hoard and Dylon took potshots, leading the monsters away while Alex, Dan and Cameron went into the Central Office and rescued the survivors, if any. "Alright then, hit it guys, we'll see you later" Richard nodded and drove away, Alex looked back at Dan and Cameron, who nodded, raised their handguns up and nodded, they of course still had their things, Cameron with his trusty bat stashed in his backpack, Dan with his Katana resting calmly on his hip, and Alex with his crowbar hanging on his belt Alex lifted up his Ruger and Cocked the gun once, putting a .9mm round into the chamber of the high powered firearm. The trio then proceeded to navigate the block until they were in sight of the building, Dylon and Richard were doing their jobs right, several of the zombies were laying dead on the ground twitching, some had a few chest wounds but all for all Dylon was doing an amazing job of keeping his shots above the neck, Alex motioned his hand to Dan and Cameron for them to move in. The three ran forward to he building, careful to avoid any of the bodies. They all ran to the Central office and slowly eased open the front door. The sight of papers thrown about and the sound of absolute silence dominating the room, it was hard to believe that not even 12 hours ago this room was full of people minding their own business. Now it seemed they were all dead…or worse.

" The light is coming from upstairs, so I'm going to assume that there are stairs here, but where?" Alex said absentmindedly, "Over here," Dan said from across the room, Alex grabbed his halogen light and shined it at Dan, Dan was standing next to a half open door with his gun at his waist, Dan kicked the door open as Alex's light shined up the stairway. "Wow, Dan how did you know?" Cameron asked. "My Dad used to work here, he just quit a few days ago, now I know why." Dan snickered to himself "Thing is, he always said he worked for the phone company." Dan said into a void, "Alright Dan, I don't want to ask you too much, but could you find your Dad's office and find any clues on the virus?" Alex asked apprehensively. Dan looked at him, pulled out his Mag-light, and ran down a hall to the left. "Ok Cameron, let's move it." Alex said.

"AHHH! DIE YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKERS!" Dylon screamed as he loaded another round into the soft gray matter of an advancing zombie. "Richard! How are we doing!" Dylon yelled into the back window, " We're doing fine Dylo- Wait a minute- HOLD ON!" Richard yelled. Suddenly there was a huge crash and Dylon was flung from the car into a ditch on the side of the road, Dylon lay there for a minute, afraid of moving, until he heard the hellish parade of moans chided him into rising. Slowly, Dylon rose from the ditch and ran towards the truck, The pick-up was on it's side, windshield cracked open and the front of the car wrapped upon a fallen telephone line. "Richard…" Dylon yelled into the darkness. "Richard!" Dylon yelled again, Dylon stared out into the darkness searching frantically for Richard, until he heard a loud moan and felt rancid breath on the back of his neck, Dylon spun around, leveled his gun at the monsters head and pulled the trigger, before the smoke had cleared the barrel, Dylon was running, leaving the wrecked car and the lost Richard in his wake.

Alex and Cameron proceeded up the stairs, Alex holding his Ruger and UV-light

in classic cop underhand style, while Cameron had his Anaconda Magnum and a head-lamp he had found in a utility closet, upstairs the setting was incredibly cramped, there was a long hallway, barely able to fit two men abreast inside, on either side were several doors, several ajar, and one in which the flickering light was clearly visible under the doors crack, "Cameron, you cover left, and I'll watch the right," Alex said, Cameron nodded and proceeded to inspect the rooms on either side, nothing of interest was there until he looked inside the third room, just across from this was the room with the light, which Alex was trying to get in, as it was barricaded and no one was answering his calls, but this didn't concern Cameron, in this dark room, Cameron could see a shadow, like black on black, hardly noticeable. As Cameron got closer, the shadow rustled around. Cameron aimed his gun at the shape, until his headlamp revealed the huddling figure of a small girl, cringing from the light in her eyes, Cameron lowered his gun to see that the young girl was crying, "Alex, I found a survivor, get in here." Cameron yelled over his shoulder. Alex ran into the room and stopped halfway when he saw who it was, "Taylor?"

Taylor was cringing after her dad had leaned forward to bite her. She was going to throw the knife in her hand at her father, but it was a good thing she had not thrown it because as she had cringed, her father had rushed forward, impaling himself through the eye with the knife. Taylor pushed her father off, disgusted with the sickening, scraping sound her father made as his head slowly slide off the bloody knife. Looking across the kitchen, Taylor saw her mother's body and now her father's. Taylor's eyes filled with tears and she ran outside, and she didn't stop running until she made it to the other side of town, this slightly more populated area made it clear just how high the measure of pandemonium that was occurring. Taylor saw a large group of people run into the new Central Office building. It was already getting dark and Taylor needed a place to be safe, she ran into the building and up the stairs. She saw an open door and ran into it, but she was stopped by a large, burly man. The man spun and leveled a shotgun at her head, "Piss off, we have enough mouths to feed." The man said before stepping further into the room and slamming the door in her face. Taylor than found an empty room, closed the door and prayed to be safe.

"And here I am, about 10 hours later and you guy's walk in, god I'm so glad you made it, I thought you were dead for sure." Taylor said as she finished telling her story, "Well we're here, and there are a lot more survivors in the next room, right? One that needs a good bullet in the ass too." Alex said as he remembered the large man who had locked his cousin outside of a possible haven, "I don't know, an hour ago, I started hearing gunshots in there, and lot's of screaming," Taylor said as she stood up, "Ok well, Dan is downstairs, and Dylon and Richard should be back soon in the truck, then we will go back to El Molino and the choppers might still be there." Alex said in an upbeat attitude. As the three of them proceeded to the door with the flickering flashlights, they heard the unmistakable sound of breaking glass, followed by gunfire.

Well well Lady's and Gent's I FINALLY did it, I'd like to thank Dan for the whip and the cuts I'll be nursing for the next few weeks, and Dylon and Cameron for being complete retards! FINALS BLOW HUGE DONKEY DONG! All right then I'm out sry 4 that lil burst, I'll keep writing and as always! Please review it motivates me so much when I here responses, thank you