My Final Hours Ch.4 Rage
I don't know how long I was out, but something woke me up. I checked my pills. Only two left. I quickly swallowed another before climbing to the streets. I didn't see any sign of the creature that had almost killed me. I headed in the downtown direction. As I wound my way up and down the empty streets, I began to realize that the end was drawing near. A fever hit me hard, despite the drugs. I slowed to a shuffle. My legs would only sluggishly respond. I met a pack of zombies in a parking lot and mowed them down. I rarely heard gunfire as I lumbered down random streets, shooting anything that looked suspicious. Three hours after my run in with the creature, I reached into my jacket and retrieved the last pill. I had it in my hand, before dropping it. I watched as it fell through a sewer grate.
" NO! FUCK!" I screamed as I threw the pill case away. I suddenly found new strength when an ugly zombie shuffled into view. A mix of adrenaline and anger filled my body. I walked up to the zombie and promptly ripped its jaw off. "Try and eat me now freak!" I screamed before snapping its neck. From my right, a score of monsters came into view. I leveled my assault rifle. I could hear a moaning sound as I slaughtered them. I reloaded twice before the last of the zombies stopped moving. I became aware that I was the one moaning. I moved east, and found myself in an outdoor pool area. The water was completely black. I walked quickly to the east end, just as I passed the edge, something leapt from the water. I immediately trained my assault rifle on it and began firing at it. Bullets rang off the things claws, and caused purple blood to seep from multiple wounds. It jumped straight at me, with a claw aimed at my neck. I fell to the ground and turned my gun the other way. My attacker flew over me and landed inside a garbage bin. I shuffled over to it and barred the lid. Guttural cries echoed inside as the thing tried to get back out.
"Great now what...?" I asked myself. I looked around slowly, and spotted a corpse, it was one of the UBCS, I looted the body and found two grenades. Screams continued to come from the garbage bin. I limped back over to the doomed creature. I backed up before priming the grenades and tossing them underneath the bin. I fell to the ground hard before twin explosions went off. The creature was silenced. I went back to the pattern of wandering down random streets, killing all in my path. Soon after killing the swimming pool terror, I began to itch. My skin felt like it was crawling as I scratched vigorously. My arm was red before a piece of skin just peeled away. I recoiled in disgust, letting the skin fall to the ground. I examined my arm. Despite the blood seeping from it, I felt no pain at all. In the corner of my eye I could see a tiny white spot in my vision. The effects of the zombie virus were overdue, and thus were hitting me in full force. A pack of zombies lumbered towards me. I fired all the assault rifle ammunition I had left. I carefully pulled out my handgun and continued on.
I lost most of my motor functions soon after that pack of zombies, my legs could barely move as I walked very slowly through Raccoon. I turned down an alley and collided with a zombie. It moaned pathetically. I roared back before grabbing its head. I quickly smashed the creature's face into my knee. It continued attacking, finding a spot on my shoulder to bite.
"Christ!" I screamed as a flood of adrenaline kicked in. I shoved it back with all my strength, before pulling out my handgun. One bullet ended the attack. I fell to one knee and felt the new wound. I nearly threw up when i felt how much of my shoulder was missing. Nevertheless, I continued lumbering across Raccoon. The itching in my skin started getting worse, and my vision was clouding badly. I dodged a pair of zombie dogs and came into a large parking garage. I stumbled through a door and slammed it as hard as I could. The crashed bus ahead of me dominated the view of the lot I was in. I shambled across the lot and through another door. A zombie was waiting on the other side. I lifted my hand, unsteadily. The creature seemed to smile before I fired, hitting the neck. The zombie lurched back, but kept coming. I fired again. The creature lost a chunk of its left kneecap. It fell and began crawling towards me. I screamed and unloaded my magazine into the zombie's abdomen. A large pool of blood formed around the corpse. I kicked its head as I shambled by.
"Stop!" I heard someone cry as I moved through a dark alleyway. I turned and lifted my handgun. A police officer was aiming a sidearm at me. He was shaky, his aim unsteady. I analyzed his stare and came to the conclusion that he knew I was infected.
" You're gonna turn into one of em man! I'm gonna kill you now and save you!" his voice rose and fell quickly as he spoke. I smiled and dropped my handgun. My next move would succeed or fail based on how gullible this cop was.
" The only way to make sure I don't turn into a zombie is if you shoot me in the head at point blank range." I kept my voice as calm as possible without giving away the anticipation of my thoughts. The man hesitated for a few moments before nodding and stepping closer, just into arm's length. Just as the muzzle of his pistol touched my forehead, I drew the knife from my side pouch and stabbed him in the chest. I stepped aside as the gun discharged. The shot rang off a telephone pole.
" Why?" asked the cop. I took his gun before answering.
" It's not my time yet idiot," I replied as I walked away from the bleeding man. I was lucky to take his gun, he had gotten his hands on a Desert Eagle, high powered, steady, perfect. I knew that my time was short, but hell, I was going to make the most of what I had left. I lumbered through a few dark shops. One had blood covering the walls. I only had to shoot one zombie. It crumpled to the ground after a well placed head shot.