Hey people, I guess You probably read the 1rst chapter, which was whatever came to my head! Yes random, but hey, maybe this chapter I can work on "character dialogue" or something or other. Thanks for having patience :D.
"Hello there! I am Andrew" was my focal point when I woke up. It glowed green luminescent. It made me wonder what kind of chemicals were in my green marker, but then my fuzzy observations were smashed by cruel reality. There were infected smashing at the safe room door, and creating dull "thunks" on the door as three pair of hands hit it. I cursed at myself, realizing that my habit of slipping pills to sleep better had all but created another nuisance. I got up groggily, knowing that it was time to wake up and find the pilots.
I looked around the room, and found my travel pack. Picking it up, I thought about taking out the beings quickly with my rifle, but decided against it at last moment. I turned away and in my pack I pulled an Uzi out. Rifling through it until I found the silencer, I silently prayed that a survivor had left some .45 ammo here. As I salvaged through the ammunition, I found 2 clips and quickly pilfered them, stuffing one in my pocket and shoving one into the grip. Stealing towards the door, I looked at the insane infected and there ceaseless attempts to find my flesh. Sad as it was, I quickly thought about what happened to my friends, and all doubts vanished. In three short bursts to there skulls, I found there were many more behind them. By the time I was done opening a way through my escape hatch, I was down to eleven bullets in my clip.
"Hmph, Andrew Your a fucktard, and your probably already dead." "Hi Im robby" "Hey Andrew, can I use this as a place to camp out? Thanks! – meridith" "Andrew, are you alive?" "Nah he aint or he wud be here" "True, then he wont mind us taking the rest of his stuff" "Free stuff here!" "Thanks Andrew!" I read them all, wondering sullenly if any of these people were alive, because they obviously didn't think I was. Mentally, I was already burned out, and just waiting to get jumped by a zombie, and I knew it. Only what was left of my core was still intact, and I knew I this was my last attempt at safety. I needed a good nights rest, no wondering if a infected was going to batter down my door, or other survivors were going to mug me for my stuff. No more pill, no more shooting, no more putting bodies down for good. I wrote, at the beneath "Thanks Andrew!" "I am still alive and kicking, take what you like I am getting out of this place – Andrew"
After looking at my handiwork, I got up and picked up my Pistol, and my Uzi. I knew I was running out of bullets, but I would rather have sixty one bullets on auto than a semi-auto rifle. Besides, the rifle was unwieldy in these corridors, and the last thing I need is to be trying to reload it with a pack of undead at my heels. So I took the steel bar Mr. Chin so lovingly crafted out and stepped over the bodies out into the hall way. I crouched down and turned off my flashlight, letting the cracks in the ceiling light my way. I walked down the way, spying infected in adjacent rooms. Pressing onward, I wondered if I was getting cut off from my only haven for miles around. I shrugged to myself, better to not start a with a low ammo counter. I slowly came to the corner, preparing myself for what lied beyond it, I quickly turned the corner and there was a barricade. . . That wasn't there before.
On the barricade was a notebook. I opened it and it was blank. Sighing to myself I put it in my pack, and backtracked to an adjoining room to the hallway. In the room, there was one solitary infected throwing up against the wall, and I snuck up and blind sided it with a smash from my Uzi. Turning again I scanned the rest of the room, and more specifically behind the door. There was a body there, causing the door not to open all the way. Mentally I was laughing, "At least in undeath she has a job! Good job miss door stopper!" I flashed my light at her, and she didn't move so I checked her belonging. She had pepper spray in her hand, and a chewed up face and neck. I guess the zombies had chewed through her spine, or she would be eating me right now. I stepped away and proceeded with my journey. Similarly I found more barricade and more weird fortifications all over the place. These fortifications all had dead bodies left in futile positions, in attempts to scale them. My route became so detoured that I soon found myself staring out over the flight line. The tinted, dirty glass did little to help my sight, but I soon realized this room was surprisingly… clean compared to other rooms. No blood stains, no broken doors, no … battle. This momentary reprieve gave me time to assess my situation. So I looked out the window, and saw the plane that was supposedly going to take me to safety. It was a military craft with the air force insignia on it. I saw plenty of infected, I even saw a fat one waddle around, albeit speedily, in the direction of what I suspect is gunfire. The normal infected made no move whatsoever, and just walked in random directions. I pressed on, until I ran smack dab into the stairwell to the control tower. Three cheers for me, I thought somberly.
Now, zombies LOVE to infect those who try to help others. It seems that whenever I try to reach my goal, save that person, or whatever I find out that oh dear lord I am turning into a zombie? There excuses include: I forgot to fortify my house. Or, what? They get infected by bites? Or, and my personal favorite, but they are my family, I cant shoot them! That has happened more times then… well its happened enough to where I cant get my hopes up. I walk up the stair case to another fortified door way, and knock on the door way. Knock knock knock knock knock… knock knock!(in a sing song sort of way). And a man with an auto shotgun comes to the window. I don't even move, and he asks "what is your name?"
… click* his safety is turned off.
"I know everyone says I'm dead, but I'm Andrew"