Chapter 4
Joe's POV
I slammed the door of the cabin I had just entered shut and collapsed against it. So many things had happened at once, it had all rushed past in an instant, the campout, discovering Mike dead, Kevin getting mauled, and escaping from those dogs, if you could call them that. Poor Kevin and Mike, all though there was no time to grieve for them, they would be missed.
I got up slowly and observed my surroundings. I was in a cobwebbed filled cabin that looked like no one had lived here for years. I slowly walked through a nearby doorway, shaking the whole time. I then heard a strange noise up ahead, like someone was chewing on meat. I noticed on the floor, next to the fireplace, hunched over another man, was someone who had dirty clothes, smelled bad, and was chewing on something.
I cleared my throat to get his attention. He didn't answer. "Um excuse me, Sir" I asked. This time the man did respond. He turned his neck so I could see his face…covered in blood. I jumped back in shock at this and noticed his pupils eyes, his decaying skin, that low moan, and his bloody teeth that had, what I suspected to be, a chewed up eye ball. I was horrified at this as he raised his arms and walked slowly towards me like a. (Go ahead and say it, zombie.)
I backed up and looked around for any kind of weapon to defend myself. Next to the fireplace, was a fire poker. I grabbed it and pointed it at the man threateningly. "Get Back, I'll kill you if you come any closer" I stuttered.
The man didn't respond as he lunged forward and grabbed my neck and tried to bite me as I struggled to get him off. "GET OFF ME" I yelled as I shoved him off me and lunged forward with poker. SPLSH! I opened my eyes to find with disgust that the poker at impaled his face. I let go and put a hand to my mouth, I was goanna be sick. I ran over to a corner as the man fell over dead and puked my brains out.
Drew's POV
I slowly opened my tired eyes. "Kevin, Mike" I moaned. I put a hand to my forehead and felt blood dripping down my face. Apparently, jumping through the window wasn't a smart idea. I ripped off a piece of my shirt and tied it around my forehead to stop the bleeding. My shotgun was a few feet away. I grabbed it and sat up.
"Okay Drew, you're trapped in hostile territory, Kevin and Mike are dead, you're separated from your friends, and you have no idea where you are." I stated calmly. I slowly got to my feet holding the shotgun in one hand. I heard the sound of a door opening and quickly hid behind a nearby sofa.
A man stepped into the room, he was tall, had dark brown skin, wore a green flak jacket, had a yellow shirt underneath it, and was armed with a Berretta 92, the letters S.T.A.R.S. was on his shirt. (Oh shit the S.T.A.R.S are here!) (They catch me and I'm done for.) I watched as he put a hand to his head and rubbed it with one arm. A low moan then was heard.
The man swung around and saw another cannibal coming towards him. "NOOOOO" he screamed. He fired his weapon 3 times and missed horribly all 3 times. (Man this guy has shitty aim.) He screamed again and I realized why, the zombie had toppled on top of him and was getting closer to his neck. "NOOOOO, GET OFF ME, GET OFF" he yelled in pure terror. I was about to jump up and help when the zombie took a huge bite into his neck and silenced the man.
That was it! I ran from the room into another hallway with a broken mirror nearby and saw a zombie stalking towards me. I raised the shotgun and aimed. BOOM! I fired the weapon and blew its head off. I cocked the gun and watched as it fell to the floor. I ran into another hallway that lead to a big room with a staircase. Next to me was another corpse. I quickly examined it. (It looks like his death was instant, what the hell happened here!) I shook my head and ran up the stairs, and kicked opened another door. I was now on the second floor of a dinning room. Below me, another door opened.
A man in similar S.TA.R.S. Uniform entered except his jacket was a lighter green, and he had a white shirt, had dark brown short hair, and was also armed with a Berretta 92. I gulped at this. (Does this mean that the whole S.T.A.R.S. team is here?) I watched as he entered the door below me that lead to where that other S.T.A.R.S. member was dead.
I jogged into a nearby double door that lead into a huge hall of some sort. It was now thundering outside, and to make matters worse, there were more people downstairs. 2 men, and 1 woman. One of the men wore an all black S.T.A.R.S. uniform, his hair was slicked back, and he was wearing sunglasses (inside a building.) The other man was roughly built, had a red S.T.A.R.S. jacket and white shirt, had a rugged beard and mustache, and had a Colt Python in his right hand. The women had a blue S.T.A.R.S. jacket and shirt, had a blue beret, and Berretta 92 in hand.
I didn't bother to hear what they were talking about as I ran from the hall into another hallway that was red and had many paintings. On the ground hunched over a boy, was another zombie.
I gasped as I realized who it was. "Rob" I moaned. Half of Rob's head had been chewed off and his left arm was missing. Rage overwhelmed me as I growled and caught the freaks attention. "YOU SONVABITCH" I shirked as I fired my shotgun at his lower chest, killing him instantly. I breathe heavily as I stared at Rob's corpse. I don't think I can take it anymore, I fell to my knees and lowered my, and allowed tears to go. "How many people I know have to die before this is all over" I weeded.
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