Chapter 3

Joes POV

"Damnit Joe, it was a fucking zombie" yelled a pissed off drew. I continued to laugh into the receiver. Seriously, he needed to ease up on the horror movies. He told me the whole story of him being attacked by a "zombie". I mean really, does he think I'm an idiot.

"Yea I'm sure you was Drew" I chuckled. "You know what, SCREW YOU" he shouted as he hung up. I shook my head still laughing at his made up story. I left the room knowing that John and the others would defiantly want to hear about Drews "zombie encounter". I grabbed the receiver and started calling. A few minutes later…

"Does he really except us to believe him" laughed Rob. "Yea man, I mean zombies" chortled Shawn. "That's what I told him guys" I laughed in return. "It was probably a drunk looking for a girlfriend" joked Rob. I laughed at the thought of this, a drunk walking down the streets, looking for the closing thing it can kiss. "Just 1 more day until we go camping in the woods guys, to look for the cannibals hideout" I said.

"I'll be awesome when we become town hero's, hell maybe my dad will finally let me use a firearm" smirked Rob. "Doubt he would make any special exceptions, even for you Rob" resorted Shawn. I was about to respond to that when I heard the voice of my dad calling me for dinner. "Gotta go guys, see ya tomorrow" I said.

Drews POV

I awoke with a jolt at the sound of something that hit my window. I groaned as I got up and walked over to the window and opened it, in time to have something hit me in the temple. It took over bit my will power for me not to start screaming curses at whoever just threw it. I glanced at the object and noticed it was a rock, I got to my feet and, looked out the window to the street below, to notice Joe waving his hands at me. Oh shit the campout, I can't believe I forgot.

I waved at him telling him to hold on. I grabbed the shotgun case, and threw a rope made of wet towels out my window and climbed down. I landed with a grunt and glanced at Joe. "You got the stuff he asked". "Yea, lets go" I replied.

We ran off across the streets as fast as possible towards Raccoon Forest. As we ventured deeper into the woods we heard voices. After walking a few more steps we noticed a campsite, with a fire, and everyone was there. I suddenly had an evil idea, and whispered into Joes ear. He grinned and nodded as we slowly creped towards our unsuspecting friends.

I think they were telling ghost stories, this will make my plan even more entertaining. We slowly snuck up towards some bushes that was close to the campsite and waited. "And then it stopped" said Matt. Everyone leaned in closer. "Then it slowly got up" he grinned. They leaned in more. Get ready. "AND IT KILLED THEM" yelled Matt.

"RAHHHHHHHH" Joe and I roared as we jumped out of hiding. Everyone shirked in terror and started to run from the campsite until they heard familiar laughing. "YOU ASSSHOLES" yelled Tom. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN" growled Alec. I was laughing so hard tears came to my eyes. That was priceless!

"HAHAHHAHA" laughed Joe. "You guys are such wimps" I chuckled. Everyone muttered a few more curse words about us before sitting back down again. I unpacked everything and suddenly remembered. "Guys, check this out" I smirked.

I took out of the shotgun case, the shotgun I had gotten from Trent earlier. "Where the hell did you get that" demanded Joe. "I shrugged at this. "Some guy named Trent from Umbrella Corporation mailed it to me. "Damn, that aint fair, I cant he use a handgun and yet here you are with a shotgun." whined Rob. I continued to smile as I sat down again.

"Hey guys, its time to kick back and relax" shouted Tom, as he took out Root Beer and a Stereo. "Aw right man" cheered Matt. 30 minutes later we were still drinking and listening to kewl music when Mike suddenly interrupted. "Oh shit, I gotta take a wiz" he groaned as he started hopping up and down. "Do it over in the bushes then, don't piss on the fire" shouted Shawn.

Mike quickly ran off into the bushes to look for a place to wiz.. 10 minutes later…… "WHAT THE HELLS TAKING HIM, HE CONSTPATIED" yelled John. Kevin got up moaning. He's probably taking a dump. He went off into the bushes. "AHHHHHHHH" yelled Kevin.

We all got up and ran towards Kevin. "What's wrong" I asked. "HOLY SHIT" shirked Alec. I glanced down sickened at Mike, or what was left of Mike. He was bleeding all over, his eyes had been scratched out, he had bite marks all over his lower ribcage, and his arm had been chewed off.

"My god" gasped Rob. "What did this" Joe asked. We were cut off when we heard a low growl behind us. We all turned simultaneously towards the noise and noticed it was a dog. Expect when it stepped into the moonlight, I realized this was no dog. It was a Doberman I think, and I didn't look hurt, it looked completely destroyed. Its eyes were blood red, It has patches of skin missing, Chunks oh muscle and flesh were exposed, and its teeth were clenched together, It looked like a dog straight outta hell.

I stepped back horrified at what I was seeing. It took a step towards us. "RUN" yelled Kevin. We all turned and started running. We ran pass the camp site and I snatched my shotgun case, with my shotty in it. "Aggg" yelled Kevin. We glanced back to notice with horror that Kevin had tripped over a tree stump sticking out of the ground. "SAVE YORSELVES" he yelled. I started to run towards him, until I noticed more hellhounds had appeared. "AGGGGGG" yelled Kevin. Too Late. The dogs were ripping him apart he was a goner.

As horrible as this will sound, his death will give us a chance to get way. As we ran threw the woods, we heard more voices from the trees. "Brad, where the hells he going" yelled ?. As we ran faster, we heard a gunshot. "Chris this way" yelled ?. We continued to hear gunshots going off in air. "Jill, head for that mansion" yelled ?.

"Split up, yelled Tom. I continued to run straight as I noticed Matt, John and Shawn run left, and Joe, Tom, Alec, and Rob run right. Most of the dogs were still chasing me though. (OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT,GONNADIEGONNADIE) I noticed a house up ahead with windows lined up, there were no doors nearby, just windows. "FUCK THIS" I growled.. With a defending yell , I leaped forward and crashed threw one of the windows. I rolled on the ground and smashed my head into a nearby coffee table and fell unconscious.