Part 1
Cole walked over to James to wake him. He had known him since pre-school days. They had grown apart among the years, but now, James was all Cole had, and he couldn't lose his best friend like he had lost his family. He knew they were still out there though, looking for him.
He navigated through the dead bodies. What had happened? He couldn't remember anything. The last thing he remembered was being cornered on the rooftop, then; nothing.
"James, wake up. James!"
James stirred, and opened his eyes.
"Cole, what the hell happened?" he asked as he sat up, rubbing his head.
"I don't know, but we had better find somewhere to get this blood off. We don't want to go killing each other."
Cole was helping James to his feet, when it stirred. A dead infected lay on the other side of the roof, leaning over the parapet. It twitched, but began moving its arms, as if awakening.
"Go, go go!" whispered Cole hurriedly. They opened a door, and slipped into the stairwell. Cole saw the infected look up at them and hiss. He slammed the door shut and locked it quickly.
"C'mon, lets get out of here." James insisted. Cole didn't need any more convincing.
They ran down the stairs, and stepped into a bank lobby with money, and documents thrown everywhere. Printers were ripped apart, filing cabinets were knocked over, and chairs were overturned. Blood dripping from a counter top made the only sound in the eerie building, yet there were no bodies.
"There must be a bathroom around here somewhere." said James, ignoring the fact that the place was a complete wreck. That was James though, always having his mind on one particular thing; nothing else. They walked down a hallway to the bathroom. Once they entered, Cole could immediately identify the smell of rotten flesh. Blood spattered against the walls. James washed his face and hands off, and backed away so Cole could do the same.
"Damn this place is creepy"
"Tell me about it." said Cole, drying his face off. "Let's get out of here."
They stepped out of the bank, and onto the street. Papers flew wistfully in the wind, cars lay abandoned and wrecked. It was deathly quiet. The frenzied shrieks of infected echoed across the city.
"That scream gets me every time." said Cole, rubbing the goose bumps from his arms.
"We need some place to stay." James suggested. "The hotels aren't safe, and everywhere else is either burnt up or an infected trap."
"What about the military base?" asked Cole. "They have food, water and contact to other places."
"Good idea," said James. "But it's five miles away. The infected will surely have killed us then."
"Not if we defend ourselves." said Cole, pointing to a hunting shop.
James twisted the door knob, but it was locked.
"Who the hell takes the time to lock their store during a zombie invasion?" James growled.
"Let's go around back. Maybe there is another entrance." Cole suggested.
They walked around to the back of the store. James tried the door there.
"Damn, this one is locked to." He scolded.
"Give me a boost into that open window" said Cole, pointing to an open window about three meters up the wall. Cole stood on James's shoulders, and peeked in.
He immediately wished he hadn't. A pile of bodies lay in the back room. Blood drenched the walls like paint. Red footprints made a trail into a room. The door was bolted shut.
"I don't think we should go in there James." Cole warned.
"Why not?" James asked. They switched places.
"Damn, what happened here?" he asked.
"Someone killed some people." Cole said, sarcastically.
"Well, no shit, Sherlock."
"Keep digging, Watson." Cole shot back, his shoulders becoming weak under James's constant shifting.
"Well, we need weapons. Let's do it." James decided. Cole hesitated, but let James clamber through the window.
Yay, a cliffhanger! Thanks for reading, review if you want.