Chapter 5
Joes POV
I think I'm done throwing up bile. I had just gotten up from my now "green colored" corner. "Okay Joe, just calm down, your gonna get out of this alive" I told myself. First thing I should do is search this place for a gun, any kind at all. I started searching in cupboards, under the bed, in a closet, pretty much covered every spot of the cabin.
"Well this sucks" I muttered. That's when I spotted, on a nearby night desk, was a Glock 22, a powerful semi auto pistol. I dashed over and snatched it grinning, this was way to sweet, and to make matters better there was 3 handgun magazines next to where I had the pistol. "Your not the only one who's armed now Drew" I smirked. Suddenly, I heard the front door open and slam shut. I raised my pistol, I already knew how to shoot, my dad was apart of the RPD, and on a few occasions he allowed me shoot and the range, and I was pretty good. "Hello" I called out. No answer. "HELLO" I called out louder still no answer. "Man I have a bad feeling about this" I grumbled. I walked through the doorway that would lead outside, and something smashed into the back of my head. "Ohhh fuck" I managed to say before my world went dark.
I awoke moments later in front of the fireplace. I still had my gun and managed to get to my feet. A few feet away a women in a tattered gray shirt entered. I gasped when I saw her face. She had faces, many of them stitched to her skull, had tentacles waving out of her back, her hands were cuffed together with a wooden board, and she smelled bad. I raised my pistol and fired off a few shots at her. She stumbled back from the bullets but regained balance and continued towards me.
"Oh shit" I moaned. I fired off a few more shots and she fell to the ground. "Ha killed you" I gloated. I put a hand on the front door and heard something behind me. I glanced back to notice the strange monster was getting to her feet. "Fuck" I yelled and run out the door. I ran down a path screaming my head off, that thing is invulnerable to bullets, I had to get away. I noticed the mansion that the person in the woods was talking about and saw someone in one of the windows shooting a Remington 870 Shotgun.
"Drew" I asked. It had to be him! I kept running towards the mansion, not noticing the zombie up ahead whom I bumped into. "AHH NO" I yelled as it grabbed me. I grabbed its head to keep it away from me, and raised my pistol to its head. "EAT THIS, FUCKER" I growled and fired several bullets into its head. It fell down dead and I heard a empty click coming from my gun. "Damn it" I muttered as I ejected the clip and stuck in a fresh one. I kicked open another door that lead into the mansion. I raised the pistol and took a deep breath as I began to look for my friends.
Drew's POV
I had stopped weeping over Rob's death a while ago and was now searching rooms. I entered a bathroom that was pretty clean, except for the dirty water in the tub. "God that stinks" I groaned. I walked over to the tub and reached in a pulled the plug to rid the room of the smell. BIG MISTAKE!
A decayed hand shot out of the tub and another of the living dead got up. "Oh god" I moaned. This one was more disgusting then the last. Alge fell from its mouth, the dirty water filled its clothes pockets, and its smelled more disgusting then normal zombies. I backed up as it fell from the tub and grabbed my foot. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what'll happen if it mange's to bite me.
I ripped my foot from its grasp and slammed my shoe on its head. SPLAT! Splat? I looked down and realized the head was no longer there. My foot had given away and now my shoe was covered in its brains. "Oh god" I moaned as I put a hand to my mouth and ran over to the nearby toilet. I threw up in the toilet letting it all out. THAT…WAS…GROSS!
I picked myself up and exited the room……only to bump into another man. "OH SHIT" I yelled as I raised my shotgun. "What the fuck" muttered the man. I opened my eyes, now wishing it was a zombie. "Who the hell are you" muttered Chris. "Umm" I started. "Well" he demanded. "I was in the woods camping with 10 of my friends when uhh" I stammered. "Zombie" I yelled and pointed behind him. He looked back as I ran from the room. "There's no zom." He stared when he realized I was gone.
Chris's POV
I don't know what the hell is going on. First Bravo Teams helicopter crash, then Josephs sudden death, then discovering Kenneth dead, Now I'm trapped in this hellhole searching for my missing teammates, and these kids. Speaking of which…WHY THE HELL WERE 10 KIDS, UNDER THE AGE OF 18 DOING OUT HERE AFTER CURFEW, WERE THEY STUPID, OR WILLING TO DIE! "Damn thrill seeking kids" I grumbled.
If Claire was to ever do something like this Id drag her back to college and ground her till she was 50. (But Claire would never do something like this, she's not stupid.) The door in front of me opened and another one of the kids bumped into me and fell on his butt, he was armed with a HK MP5, strapped to his back. I growled thinking he was a zombie and raised my gun. "Oh shit, don't shoot" he yelled raising his hands into the air.
"YOU" I started. I grabbed him by the shoulder and lifted him up. "YOUR ONE OF THOSE KIDS THAT CAME INTO THE WOODS, ARE YOU MENTAL" I roared. "Okay Okay I'm sorry" he panicked. I let go of him and crossed my arms. "Who are you, bet your not 18 yet" I stated annoyed. "My name is John Ben and I'm 16 yrs old, ill be 18 in" he started. "I don't care when you'll be 18, as far as I know you wont live past 16" I growled. John looked down at the floor guilty. I calmed down abit and tried again.
"Your coming with me" I stated. The kid gave me a weird look and nodded as I took the lead. I glanced back and noticed he had the Sub machinegun in hand. Under normal circumstances, I should confiscate it, but being how this is a survival situation; I need all the help possible. (Still I came here to find my teammates not to be some damn babysitter). I turned around and pointed at the kid. "Stay HERE. I'll be back" I said. He nodded as I walked out onto a balcony that was musty and dark.
As I walked forward, I noticed someone slumped in a lawn chair. I raised my gun on instinct but lowered it, as the figure didn't move. As I got closer, I recognized him. "Forest" I asked. I bent down and started into his eyes. I jumped back in shock, as I didn't see eyes, just empty sockets. (WHAT HAVE THEY DON'T TO HIM, HIS FACE, HE LOOKS JUST LIKE ONE OF THEM) You never really care much about who the zombies once were until you find someone you knew, and I knew Forest very well, he was one of my best friends. His jacket was torn, his ribcage was cruelly exposed, and he had wounds all over him.
I got up and looked to the left to notice his Milkor MGL Mk.1 Grenade Launcher. I grabbed it and continued on the balcony. "As I walked around the corner, I noticed it was a dead end. "Suddenly I heard a loud bang behind me. I turned around to see the last thing I ever wanted to see tonight. Walking at a very fast pace towards me, arms outstretched was Forest. I'm horrified, not at the fact that he was a zombie, but at the fact at what I had to do.
BUT, I cant, I cant shoot Forest, zombie or not. "Forget it" I yelled and ducked under his grasp. He turned around and grabbed my shoulders. I elbowed him in the face and he staggered back. (Look Chris, the real Forest is gone, he'd want you to do this, he'd rather be dead then undead any day). I gulped and raised the grenade launcher as he started towards me again. "I'm sorry" I muttered as I pulled the trigger. A smoking grenade sot out and smashed into Forest head, destroying it instantly. Forest fell to the ground and all became silent. I stared at his corpse for a few minutes more and ran back to door I entered. Problem….John was gone.