Panic:

chapter 3 Going to Church

Craig stood in the corner of the room looking out at everyone being so happy; he was enjoying himself too at Duane's pool party except there was no pool because it was raining outside. But any way Craig and Duane were standing together, Duane chatting up Kate, a girl from school, and Craig admiring Becky ignoring the 11 year old who seemed to have a crush on him.

He had been going through scenarios in his mind again and again on the best way to ask Becky out. Duane had been getting more and more annoyed every time Craig made up an excuse not to ask her out. This time however he was definitely going to ask her.

He started towards her whenever suddenly he saw Chris Atkins walk up to her, the fucking London playboy. He didn't even belong in this country and here he was talking to Becky, Craig was ready to beat seven shades of shit out of him whenever out of the blue Chris kissed Becky. Craig looked away and his eyes met with Duane's who looked as if to say sorry to Craig.

Then Craig turned back to Becky and saw Chris biting her! Blood was spewing from her neck as Chris tore her delicate skin apart.

Craig woke up gasping looking around with tears in his eyes. When he saw Becky beside him cuddled to him fast asleep he calmed down. He gently got up and laid Becky down, still asleep.

They were in an old house they had found that looked as if it was safe enough to spend the night in. They eased open the door and found a man with an empty bottle of pills beside him, he had chosen to kill himself.

For a while the thought stayed on Craig's mind, to end his life and end this hell early, for him he thought, looking over at Becky, Duane and Lindsay. They would suffer even more, especially seeing as they managed to work him into being a leader. But, in times of peril and strife people look for leaders and heroes to save them, it just so happened that it was Craig who they looked to, and having the leader kill himself would not help the morale.

They scowered the house looking for weapons Craig swapped the big heavy hammer for a machete he found near the dead man and Duane took a miniature, metal base ball bat. Becky found herself a golf club and Lindsay found a broken leg off a steel chair. After taking these they decided to get some sleep.

Craig was now the only one awake and went to sit by the half boarded up window looking out, there was a lone zombie out there stumbling around, looking for food, "what a sad life," Craig thought, "Do they even have a conscience? Did they have a family?" and for the first time he thought of his own family, he knew they were all safe but he couldn't help but wonder would he see them again?

Becky woke up and saw Craig by the window, deep in thought; she got up and went to stand beside him.

"Are you worried?" she asked. "No" he lied "I'm just thinking of a safe place to go" Becky looked out and could see the zombie Craig was staring at. " You're worried because you might become one of those, right?" Becky asked curiously. "It's not me I'm worried about." Replied Craig. Becky smirked a little "Well you don't need to worry about me," she said, probably in denial of the situation they were in. Craig looked at her and saw fire in her eyes, a beautiful fire, they moved towards each other simultaneously. When they're lips met electricity surged through they're body, urging them to continue this passionate kiss. Craig put his arms around her as she bit his bottom lip playfully they continued in this trance of love for a full five minutes. They broke apart both smiling.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" came Duane's voice from the corner where he was sleeping, "why couldn't you have been that natural before, Craig?" "Shut up," said Craig. "Yeah, you're ruining the moment," said Lindsay from her corner, they were all awake. Becky looked out the window, a little embarrassed, when she saw a light up at the church steeple. "Guys, look up there." She said pointing up towards the church.

"What?" said Duane as they all ran to the window. Duane, Becky and Lindsay all looked at Craig. He had gone silent, he was thinking heavily, measuring the risks involved but the prospect of rescue cut through his arguments. " OK, we go, but we're gonna keep it slow, alright?"

"Why keep it slow it's right there" exclaimed Duane, whilst Lindsay voiced a problem Craig was thinking of, "How do we get there, and what if they're already dead?" "It's certainly better than spending any more time with the dead guy over there" signalling to the man who killed himself.

"Yeah but what if we die on the way," asked Lindsay. "Who says we'll die?" asked Becky. "Maybe that zombie out there and countless others do" snapped back Lindsay. "Let me show what we're gonna do with zombies" said Craig, picking up his old hammer. He swung it round and round for momentum and let go, it flew and smacked into the zombies groaning mouth. It's head shot backwards and its neck ripped open whilst the blood spewed out.

Everyone stood in shock until Duane blurted out "man that was cool!" " Ok but how do we get there" said Lindsay "I don't know" said Craig simply. "We could go through that hotel" Becky chipped in. " yeah but you notice that the windows that aren't broken have got blood on them." Said Lindsay. "No wait I think she might be on to something, you see we don't know our way around here and we don't have a map but we went through there on the walking tour and the church was just a bit down the road."

"And we might be able to get some supplies" piped up Duane. "So we're all set then Lindsay grab that dead guys bag everyone stays close no one gets left behind, you take out anything that gets within 2 metres of you, Ok then? Let's go."

They left the house in a cautious manner. There was no sign of any zombies so they pook up there pace until they were out of the garden. They heard a creak behind them and turned to see a K9 unit van door creak open the cages were already busted open. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief that there were no dogs inside

Grrrr…

They all froze up and turned slowly to face the large dog. "No one make any sudden movements," whispered Craig. Then another came along beside that dog then another, then another "Oh come on." The dog in front bared its teeth and began to bark, "Ok then, RUN!" shouted Craig whipping out his machete and slashing the dog's eyes. "Chase me now motherfucker," shouted Craig hauling ass towards the hotel. A dog was right at his heels ready to rip out his shins. He ran past a car and pulled the door open and the dog smashed into it with a distinct cracking sound.

"Fuck off lassie," he shouted thinking up every possible pun while he ran. "To the hotel!" even though everyone else was already at the door. He managed to catch up with them and got inside the swing doors another dog stuck its head through the gap and Becky quickly slammed it. Blood squirted up the wall, Craig checked the door and realized it was stuck. "Well it looks like we're not getting out this do—" turning to see a room completely filled with zombies. "For God's sake, give us a break."

The Green Jackets.

"Sir," reported a soldier "there's a light up at that church" it had been a while since the Green jackets left the old house. The grandmother, Rose, was covering Alex's eyes and Carson and McCormick were searching for any other survivors on their route.

They were generally surprised to find signs of life "Oh well no shit, look at that McCormick," said Carson, "what do you think?" McCormick was getting annoyed with Carson's new found lack in professionalism, "I say we radio command and request permission to check that out," he said trying to get Carson to use proper procedure, but to no avail. "Why should we? You and I both know that's our best bet for life in this hell hole," said Carson. At the back of the unit Rose was listening to this conversation intently and slowly walking up to them she said, "Isn't your job to get all civilians out of here?" McCormick and Carson both looked at her "Thank you, see McCormick so we go, what's the quickest way through?" " We can go through a hotel to the east or straight on and through the leisure centre," said a soldier with an electronic map in his hand.

"That hotel we passed earlier?" asked McCormick, the soldier nodded, "Only idiots would go through there," said Carson, "we're going through the leisure centre, let's move," they set out towards the leisure centre keeping track of every movement every gust of wind for in Amity city they had learnt that a breath of wind can be a wind of death.

After a while Carson stopped them they had reached a park. There were about 5 zombies in there; they had to take them out in a synchronized fashion when they could, as they knew, from the scientists studying Raccoon that the zombies have a hive mentality.

The soldiers all split up and took positions they aimed in unison and in each of there heads there was a countdown 3…2…1…

BANG. All the zombies' heads exploded in perfect unison and all the bodies dropped, "Move out," ordered Carson. Just beyond the park was the leisure centre, and just beyond that was the church.

A scout soldier tried to run up to check it out. "I think the area is clear lieutenant, no signs of movem-" A large red rope like tongue wrapped around his neck and squeezed. It then lifted him from the ground where a jagged edge to the tongue pierced his heart.

"Soldier!" shouted Carson running up shooting at the tongue, trying to make it let go. The tongue started to suck the man's insides out, everyone froze. When it was done the edge came out and the man was thrown away.

Then the real creature showed its face, an ugly one at that it was reddish purple colour with a mouth the size of a car door. It had four claws coming from its side and two humongous dinosaur like legs. "Kill it, kill it now," shouted Carson the whole unit opened fire with there machine guns.

The creature spat something out at McCormick, he ducked just in time and it hit a tree behind him. He turned and saw a massive hole in the tree. "Don't let it spit the thing at you!" he shouted, but too late it spat another and a soldiers chest exploded. He dropped immediately.

"Die, bastard!" shouted Carson he ran closer and started firing in it's mouth. Blood gushed out, "It's mouth is it's weak spot!" every soldier ran up and started firing in it's mouth. The creature fell down, dead. "Okay, let's keep going, how are the civilians?" asked Carson. "We're fine," said Rose, Carson made a final check of the area. "Alright, move out."

Meanwhile at the church

A man on top of the church sat and waited thinking the light would attract more

Zombies than humans, it wasn't even his idea to put the light on. The man who did that was dead, killed by some Special Forces he was stupid enough to think would save him. Carlito knew who they were although he wouldn't tell how he knew them.

The man wouldn't listen to Carlito and payed with his life. They had been waiting for hours since they put on the light and no one came, just the Special Forces.

Carlito sat trying to pray but he knew that this wouldn't stop by praying, it was like God was punishing them but he knew it wasn't a god or a devil. It was just evil humans.

He was awoken by movement on the street. He got up and pulled the sniper rifle from his back and stared down at a zombie trying to knock open the doors of an SUV, he knelt down and put the sniper scope up to his eyes he targeted the head, he closed his eyes for a second, "The lord giveth the lord taketh away," he muttered, he opened his eyes still aiming at the undead's head,

BANG.

The zombie's head exploded in a surprising amount of blood and brain. "I'm guessing you had some friends, eh, amigo?" he said talking to himself more than anything, "well then I'd better leave," hitching up a military backpack and strapping the sniper rifle back on his shoulder.

He walked over to the light and sat down beside it, "guess no one's coming," he said to himself, "ah well no point in leaving this on," he grabbed the extension wires and pulled them apart, the light went off immediately.

He went to a ladder that went down into an alleyway beside the church. He threw his sniper down into a dumpster as it would just make climbing down difficult.

He climbed down and went for his sniper, but it wasn't there.

"Stay still," said a soft woman's voice Carlito turned around to look at her she was a young looking red head; she had his sniper pointing at him. "I said stay still or I'll… or I'll shoot you." She shouted her hands shaking. "You better give that to me or else you die," he said as calm as ever, "What? How are you gonna kill me when I've got your gun?" She said, her voice quivering. "I wasn't saying I'd kill you." Suddenly the girl was grabbed from behind, she dropped the sniper at the same time as Carlito whipped out a knife and slashed the zombie's head it let go of her and Carlito tossed the knife at it just as it straightened up. The knife went right through it's forehead.

Carlito picked up his sniper and looked at the girl "what's your name?" he asked, "Rachael and I'm sorry, I only wanted a gun, I just lost control," she answered. "I'm Carlito," he said reaching into his bag pulling out a 9mm handgun.

"Here you go," he said handing it to her, along with an extra clip. "Now get outta my sight," she looked up from the gun, "don't you want me to go with you," "No," "but I can be great fun," she said defensively, following Carlito, as he walked off, "No," "but I'm a good shot," "No," "You're probably just nervous 'cause a hot girl is interested in you," "No I'm not," "Well I'm following you anyway," "FINE, just shut up!"

Well that's the third chapter done and I personally feel that I did good, and if anyone has any suggestions for the plotline I'll gladly listen or even any more characters or some new monsters, or a name for my one just say so in a review, well that's it for now folks so till next time R&R

Scarface Jr.