Hey guts chapter 8 is here and uhhh… uhhh. Yeah, ummm anyway, in this chapt- ARGH I can't take it, Dan's keeping me locked up in a cage and isn't feeding me, I'm only alive because a mother mongoose has nursed me as her own, tomorrow I'm gonna learn how to kill a cobra!- NO! I'm a human, HUMAN… oh god…
Alcurian, thank you for your kind words, I am happy you enjoy my work and I hope you continue to follow this series, p.s. do you ever go on coke music, I'm asking if it's you. …Scratch
And to everyone who loves this story, my friend Cameron, who is a very good animator, is drawing a manga for the story, we hope to make a website soon so we can share this most awesomeness shit with you all
Chapter 8
Circle of life
Dan was still inspecting the ground floor of the central office. He swept his flashlight across the room, revealing overturned desks and papers flung about the room, to his left was a long line of waist-high windows, due to the darkness inside due to the lack of power. Dan could see outside, but not far. Thankfully, what little he could see was calm and ghoul-free. Dan swept his flashlight to the far hallway to reveal a door. To anyone who had never been in the central office, it would have been a plain old door, but Dan had been in there, inside that door was his father's office. Dan holstered his USP and held the flashlight under-hand above his shoulder. Dan turned the knob on the door but was surprised when the door simply swung open; Dan rested his hand on his katana's hilt and clicked it up so the vacuum effect on the blade was dismissed, allowing the blade to slide out much easier. The room seemed untouched; the uncomfortable part of the room was the eerie glow coming from an open laptop. Dan rushed to his father's desk chair, and on the laptop was a large umbrella logo. Dan pulled up the bottom toolbar and saw a minimized item. Dan pulled that up and saw it was an E-mail to his father:
To: Dr. Patrick McCoy
An outbreak of such magnitude that you spoke of last Saturday, the fact of the matter is that the only way a full infection of the country could occur is if all our laboratory's were to occur a release of the T-virus hybrid at the exact same time, and… let's face it, that is impossible…
Dan, sighed and shut down the laptop, Dan looked around further in the filing cabinets, but the most he found were some empty folders with the umbrella logo. Dan realized this instant that his father had been here not long ago, and had left his laptop. Dan's eyes widened as he thought that the computer must have some secret files, Dan grabbed the computer and put it in his father's case that Dan found under the desk. Dan hung the strap of the case over his shoulder and proceeded out the door. As Dan once again crossed the eerie hallway, he noticed movement out of one of the windows. Dan ran towards one and saw a shape moving out of the shadows, it could have been a ghoul but Dan saw it was running. Dan clicked his Mag-light on and aimed it at the shape to reveal Dylon panting and wheezing less then 10 feet from the building. As the light shone in Dylon's eyes, he raised his hands up, still clutching his Berettas. Dylon squinted into the light and saw it was Dan. Dylon waved his arms frantically and screamed at Dan inside the building. Inside, Dan had no idea what was wrong with Dylon, he was waving his arms and yelling but the soundproof glass was preventing Dylon's voice. Finally Dylon stopped, looked to his left and gasped. Dylon then leveled his Berettas and stood perfectly still. Dylon then looked at his guns, screamed in rage, and ran off to the right. Dan simply stood there puzzled until he saw what was wrong. Dan looked in horror out the window as a large, bearded man stumbled into Dan's beam of light, and turned to face him, the man's eye socket had been clawed up and the bloody, dim white pupil rolled in it's head until it was looking straight at Dan. The zombie then stumbled into the glass and pounded at it, moaning and trying to gnaw at the glass. Dan collected himself and upholstered his USP, Dan got on one knee so he was eye level with the creature, causing the monster to bite and claw at the smooth glass more maliciously, Dan smirked, put the gun against the glass and pulled the trigger.
"Damn it… we need to get in that room and then get the hell out of here. Breaking glass is never good." Cameron said as he pulled his magnum out. Alex nodded and pulled out his Ruger, aimed it at the lock and squeezed the trigger. The loud BANG rang through the hallway, causing Taylor to shriek slightly and cover her ears. Alex then lifted his foot and kicked with all his might at the broken and smoking lock. Alex kicked and kicked, until finally, the barricade that had been erected inside the room came crashing down, causing the door to fly open. However, Alex, Cameron, and Taylor were not greeted by comforting images. Lingering in the room was the rotten, coppery smell of dried blood, the room was completely covered in it. The light off of Alex's UV light was lighting the whole room up in dark crimson: littered around the floor were bodies, at least 10 of them, upon closer inspection 8 of the bodies were suffering from bite wounds, while two had gunshots in there heads. One of the bodies sporting gun wounds was leaning against the wall, with a gun in his hand and a bullet-hole in his head. He had a bag over one shoulder and was covered head to toe in blood, obvious signs of suicide. , "Holy Shit," Alex said under his breath, the sound of more gunshots persuaded them all to stop gaping and get out of there, looking around the only apparent way out of the room was the door, until they saw in gorgeous yellow letters, FIRE ESCAPE Alex and Taylor dashed to the escape window and started to pry it open in hopes of running down the fire escape to safety, as Cameron inspected the room, he grabbed the suicide man's bag and gun before joining Taylor and Alex. With Cameron's help, the window finally wrenched free and they all climbed on to the metal staircase hugging the building. They started down the fire escape until they heard a thump. Alex and Taylor continued running but Cameron had to look back, one of the bite covered bodies was twitching and lifting it's arms up. This was all the motivation Cameron needed to continue running down the fire escape.
Alex and Taylor were already on the pavement in a dark alley between a quickie mart and the central office, "Which way do we go?" Taylor asked. Suddenly 5 zombies stumbled across one end of the alley, stopped, turned their heads towards Alex, Cameron and Taylor, and went right for them, "Ok… we go this way," Alex said as he grabbed Taylor's wrist and pulled her in the opposite direction of the infected creatures Cameron didn't hesitate as he ran after Taylor and Alex into the main street at the office's front, "Great… now what?" Taylor asked as they stared down each end of the silent road, suddenly, one of the windows behind them shattered and Dan came diving out, he rolled once and aimed his gun at Alex as Alex returned the favor, both of them looked down the barrel of each other's guns before coming to, they stood silent for a second, before bursting out laughing, "why's that funny?" Taylor asked, " Got me…" Cameron said in reply, suddenly another crash was heard down the road as a large Van came screeching to a halt right next to the group, the all raised their guns and pointed at the van until the sliding door flew open, reveling Dylon's flushed face, "IN!" Dylon yelled, each of them piled into the van, and looked back at the oncoming Zombies before slamming the door, "Punch it!" Alex yelled as Dylon pressed the accelerator down and the Van flew away from the on looking, putrid mob.
"Argh! God Damn it Alex, Why do you talk us into that shit, and who the hell is this!" Dylon yelled over his Shoulder, "Well Where the hell is the truck, and our ammo, and Richard!" Alex screamed back, Dylon didn't say anything but seemed to slump in his chair, "Alright guys chill out," Dan said, "now then Alex, introduce us to this girl," Dan said calmly, as he had never met her," yeah, yeah your right Dan." Alex said, "guy's, this is my cousin Taylor, she was the only survivor we found." Alex said as he looked at the floor grimly, "ok… now Dylon, you explain yourself." Dan said, " Ok… me and Richard were coasting along, leading the monsters away like Alex had planned, when Richard screamed "hold on" and we crashed, I was flung from the bed of the truck and nearly passed out, I got up and looked for Richard and the bag, but I had to run from the monsters before I could find either, so I ran, keeping the monsters at bay with the clips I had left, I saw Dan but then I had to run from the zombies that were chasing me, so I got away, found this van, it was unlocked and the keys were inside so I rescued you guys." Dylon finished, "wow. Ok so I guess we head to El Molino and hope to god that the choppers are still there," Alex said as he headed to the back of the van and laid down on the couch. The van was an old van from the seventies, more like a camper really, there were two couches, one in the back across the door and one with it's back across the inside of the left side of the car, across from that couch was a single stair and a large sliding door, and next to that door was a single captains chair, and of course there was a driver's and passenger's seat up front, Dan took his usual place in the passenger seat, staring out the window, Dylon drove the Van while Taylor laid Down on the couch across from the door, Cameron took the captains chair next to the door and Alex took the couch in the back of the Van.
As they drove to el Molino Cameron looked at the items he had plundered from the suicidal man. The gun he was holding was a Belgian FN-PRO 9 series, it used .9mm ammo and could hold 16 bullets a clip, it was lightweight and had very little recoil, Cameron searched the bag and found a gun holster for the PRO 9, he looked across at Taylor and saw she was unarmed so he did what was right, "uhhh Taylor," Cameron said, Taylor looked up with interest to what Cameron was doing, "Do you know how to use one of these?" Cameron asked as he held out the PRO 9 and the holster to Taylor. "a little" Taylor said as she shakily reached for the gun, " there's nothing to it, just point and shoot." Cameron said with a half-hearted smile. Cameron returned to his chair and continued searching through the bag.
Dan had his own spoils as well, he lifted his father's laptop case off the floor and pulled out the computer, he discovered a car adapter, the type that plug into the cigarette lighter, and he clicked it in, he plugged the other end into his laptop and began searching for more secrets of his father's, but to no avail, the mail folder had been wiped clean, Dan sighed heavily and started to put the laptop back in the bag, "wait a minute Dan." Came Cameron's voice from the backseat, as Dan turned to see what Cameron had that was so important.
,"Wow… nice camera" Alex said from the backseat, glancing at the small digital camcorder that Cameron had found in the bag, "Dan… hand me that laptop." Alex said as Dan unbuckled and climbed into the back area, laptop in hand Alex took the camera from Cameron and plugged it into the port on the side of the laptop. Alex had always been pretty good with computers and he was probably the best among his friends with them, Alex opened up the media player and played the memory left on the camera. First it showed several people running, from the sky it looked as if it was about 4:00 or 5:00 in the evening, as the people ran into a large building the camera turned off, the camera later came back on with the man who had committed suicide looking into the lens.
Yes ok… so this is the video journal of myself, uh Ian Phereson, and uh, at precisely 4:35 p.m. of Monday, February 12th, 2005, myself and several others have taken refuge inside the central office, it is now midnight and we just made a radio broadcast to the national guard for a rescue, but we were denied, we are a total of 14 people, including myself, one person was bitten by one of the crazy people and she has passed out, and we hope that the army will reconsider and save us. Now we will bed down for the night and hope all is well in the morning,
The next part started with Ian talking in a hushed voice with a flushed face and tears in his eyes
Uh, um, this is Ian at an unknown time, the woman who was bitten has gone insane, I slept under cover of a few tables so she hasn't seen me, but as far as I know, everyone else is dead, she is right near me and I can hear her breathing, she just came back to consciousness and began…eating everyone in there sleep, I heard the screaming and hid, I found a gun and I think I can take her out and, no SHE'S SEEN ME ARGH!
The camera then fell to the ground as screams and gunshots were heard, all was silent for a minute until suddenly a shadow was seen over the lens and the camera was lifted into the air.
Ugh, this is Ian back again, ugh. Ian was then shown carrying the camera over to a far wall, slumping against it and sliding down till he was sitting with the camera held to his face. Um, uh, look, I've got nothing, everyone is dead, I'm the only survivor, not only that, but I can here more of the sick people outside, moaning, I know it sounds crazy but… I think these things are well, zombies, if anyone is seeing this tape, than I advise, never stop running, because mankind is no longer the dominant species, there is no rescue, there is only survival, take these words to heart, heh, this is Ian Phereson, signing off. Ian said this, as he put the gun to his head, smiled, and pulled the trigger.
Wow, the comforting embrace of death there huh? Anyway
SUMMER BREAK
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