Sorry about taking so long. I've been on vacation and haven't really had the time to get on a computer. Please forgive me. Anyway I don't know how this chapter turned out but just let me know what you think. This has been quite the successful story. Although I wasn't really all that sure how it was going to do. So hurry to all my readers out there. Very much obliged for all those who read. Love ya. Here we go. It is kind of short, my bad. I kind of wanted to do a diary thing and sometimes your diary enteries are short and some are long. I hope this makes sense on why this is coming out the way it is. That or I'm just crazy. Heh heh heh
Chapter 4 Day 2 I'm No Hero
"Then hurry up. Get behind the bullet-proof door." Leon commanded.
Sophia looked at him fiercely and then smiled.
"You two go on ahead. I'll be fine." She said and pulled down the sleeve of her shirt revealing a gruesome looking bite mark that was oozing puss and blood. It didn't look like a fresh wound.
Leon pushed me aside and jetted right for her. He pulled her back and snatched the gun from her hand. He shot several zombies as they appraoched the living with glazed over looks. If one was not used to the sight of these creatures, you would simply think them ill or stupid. But anyone from the S.T.A.R.S. team will tell you to be on guard. Because the moment you let it down they'll overwhelm you and tear you to shreds. Leon had obviously dealt with them before. He carefully aimed the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet forced it's way through rotten flesh.Because the state of these zombie's bodies the bullet sprayed the mashed remains of the brain colorfully. A bit happened to hit my face. You want to talk about something that will make anyone puke. I wiped it off angerly and grabbed a broken stick from the ground. Where it came from, I don't know but it was about to become my best-friend.
I swung the stick as hard as I could and connected nicely with a member of the fright club. The zombie's legs buckled under the pressure of the stick. It glared at me with useless eyes. I jumped up as it grabbed at me and slammed the weapon into it's brain. Again getting zombie guts on me. I was still a bit off due to the drugs they stuck in me and swayed some because of the smell. I glanced over at Leon who was trying to drag a fighting Sophia towards me. I turned to look the other way. It was the entrance to the Hive. I didn't want to go back but what else was there to do. Now was my chance to get away. I turned my gaze back to Leon and the wounded Sophia. They weren't doing so good. There was a group of 7 or 8 zombies swarming around them. Waiting for Leon's bullets to run out. I left and ran for the door. They were glass and I entered a low tunnel the echoed everything loudly.Hey, they were the ones who drugged me and nearly cost me my life.I'm no hero.I heard the dreaded sound of Leon's gun running out of ammo. I reached for my bag which I had still with me and realized if I didn't turn back I would have their deaths on my hands. Damn, you for being soft I told myself and spun around with sharpness and rushed to help them. But I had ran quiteawaysbefore turning back would they both be dead when I got there?