CHAPTER 1: Trouble at the docks
James crackled off another burst of assault rifle bullets into another one. Then from behind one attacked his leg.
" SHIT! Steve, we gotta leg humper here!" yelled James to a fellow SWAT teammate Steve. Steve lowered his pistol to the things head and fired. Its head split in two as another came by, Steve swung around in a full 180 movement and nailed it down with three shots of his .45 caliber Desert Eagle. They were fighting off these things on the docks of San Francisco. They were called "zombies" and thats just was the epidemic, a blood thirsty disease.
James pumped down the last one there with a shot with a sawed-off Shotgun. " Area secured, over." James exclaimed through his COM radio. A voice crackled in. " Sir, we gotta problem, these things are out numbering us by thousands! They already got Frank! We need back-up down here and-" the call is interupted by an unusual roar of a person, then all was heard was static.Shit they got my bro! thought James with a sadden look on his face. James slowly set the radio down and fell onto his knees.
" Whats wrong with you? We just smoked these muthafukas!" asked Steve. He put the Desert Eagle into a holister on the left side of his black SWAT jeans. James told him what happened to the others, well to most of them.
Steve sadown with him appalled. But he shrugged and stood up.
" C'mon man lighten up. I know Frank was your bro and all but hey, we got an epidemic to stop." said Steve. Guess hes right. sighed James under his breath. He stood up and put bullets into the shotgun. He then cocked it and moved out.
" Good job man." said Steve as he followed.
They made their way down a wooden walkway through the docks. Crates and boxes were stacked high on both sides of them. They were piled all the way up to the darkness. As if a blanket, darkness flooded over the docks. Steve clicked on the flashlight located under his Desert Eagle, and James flicked on the flashlight located under his Assault Rifle. They swung their guns side to side checking for threats. But what they didn't know is something following form behind.
" Nothing this way." exclaimed Steve, he stopped and lowered his gun.
" Neither by me." said James, he did the same. A crunching noise filled the area, followed by faint screams of agony. The two rose their guns back to shoulder length and moved forward. They splashed through multiple puddles of blood, but kept going on forward. Steve slipped on a liquid and lunged forward onto the ground.
" Damn blood puddles!" yelled Steve, he got up and wiped the blood off his body armor. He glanced through a crack in between the crates and saw a creature run by, then followed by at least ten more.
Steve shot back up and aimed his gun the way the creatures were going. " Shit man, the zombies are coming from the left. Get ready." said Steve, focusing forward. James did as well. The lights on their guns shined a bright light on the area where the things were expected. Suddenly something bursts from the crates behind Steve and dragged him into it. James went to open fire on the threat, but the expected zombies arrived. But they came bursting through a different crate that was located behind James. He swung around and rapidly started to fire round after round into each of the zombies. Bullets spread in every direction, hitting the crates causing wood to splinter all over the place. Black blood splattered everywhere, and James just ran out of ammo for the clip he had. The problem was that Steve was the only one with the ammo. Damn, now what do I do? James asked himself. So he just ran down the passage filled with crates and boxes. He looked in back of himself and saw tons of zombies following behind him at great speeds. He felt the side of his pocket and felt a metal object. Perfect he thought. He ran down a few more yards then stopped. He turned towards the zombies and pulled out a black sleek grenade. He yanked the pin off with his teeth and smiled
" Go to sleep muthafucas!" he yelled as he threw the object to the front of the oncoming group of monsters.
One caught it and stopped, it looked at it and tilted its head as others went to grab it. It blew up and engulfed more them half of them in an orange flame, the others were shot back from the blow and smashed through crates. James was splattered by little drops of black blood. He wiped it off his face and walked forward. Luckily he spotted a doorway.
The door was cracked and was barely hanging to the doorway. James just kicked it down and walked in. It was barely lit up by a dying light. The light flickered a few more times then died out. James stumbled through a window and falls onto a boating dock. He quickly looks both ways for zombies. None, yet. He went to get up but then saw Steve standing at the end of the dock. His face was covered by the darkness of the night. He ran up to him until he saw that Steve wasn't human no more. He was one of them.
" Steve! Not you too." moaned James. He looked around for a weapon, he only found a metal pole. He picked it up and charged at Steve. He jammed the pole in Steve and knocked Steve off the docks and into the water. On his way down, Steve dropped his ammo belt. James let go of the pole and took an ammo clip and slapped it into his Assault Rifle. He put it to shoulders length and aimed down to Steve... Leveled it to his head... And fired.
