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"Well now, Is that so?" The man pulled his shotgun back through the window, out of sight. Sighing to myself, I realized I might be waiting for a man to come back who will never come. I systematically checked my Uzi, and realized that when I had blindsided the zombie, I had jammed the clip in. Another sigh escaped my lips, and then the man came back to the door way
"We need a while to confer, if you know what's good for you, you will stay here!"
"Alright buddy, hurry up every chance you get, I –" and then he left me on my lonesome. I sat down on the step and slipped my backpack off beside me. Inside I rifled through the 1rst aid stuff to a hammer. Turning the gun away from myself so I would not accidentally shoot myself, I proceeded in looking over the clip. I did not see any underlying factions, no bones holding it in or anything, so I tapped it gently to seee if I cud jostle it around. It did not work. I tapped harder and harder, and then I decided I had better hit it hard, and make sure it counted. It would be loud. I went downstairs and found a heavy desk, contrary to what the man said about not moving from the steps. I wedged the gun between the wall and the desk, when suddenly I heard something…
Whipping my pistol out I turned around and saw nothing but a wisp of wind over some long dead businessman's "Time" magazine. I did not let my guard down though but I decided that the Uzi was not worth getting ambushed over. Unfortunately that "wind" was in the same direction as the stair way. So I crept along the left side of the wall. It went without incident, besides the newly opened door. I reasoned to myself that with the lack of maintenance, the door just could not stay closed. On my way up the stairs, I heard something again, but this was not a gust of wind. On the contrary it was a sound I knew well enough to know that I was surefire fucked.
A witch, one of the deadliest infected. Thank god nothing had startled her, but she was one of the moaning types. The crying types at least had the decency to just sit there and sob there life away, there counterparts on the other hand walked around head in there claws trying to find… Closure. Poetic in my mind, I knew there was no way I could take her. Even with a full team of people, a couple of automatic weapons, and enough firepower to take on a 3rd world nation, it was still HARD to kill a witch. I was one guy, with a solitary pistol, and possibly a hammer. Nix the hammer I left that because some wind got to me. So I went down the stairs hoping that it was just going to pass on through. Boy I was dead wrong. It was coming down the hall way, straight at me.
I raised my weapon, gauged the distance, and took aim at her knee cap. I knew it would not slow her down all that much, but at the same time I needed SOME hope. Slowly, ever so slowly, wisdom flowed into me. And I lowered my weapon watching her mope towards me. She was crying piteously, and if she stopped… well I will get there when it comes. She was almost to the stairs, so I turned tail and ran up to my original stairway. I checked my clip, decided I was running low, and reloaded. 15 bullets, to mow down a witch.
Now I was in trouble, I was in a enclosed space, trapped. I never really been "trapped" before, there was always a way out. Now either the men inside had to get this meeting over with, or I was witch-bait. I went up a few stairs and said "Guys, can you please hurry it up? I think I am in trouble…"
"Hey buddy, it is not as simple as it seems, keep your panties on" he replied
Thoroughly chastened, I turned and looked down the stairs. She had not reached my flight yet, but she was getting there. For one moment, I hoped in her woe she would tip over the side and plummet to the unforgiving ground. I had no such luck, as soon she only had to climb two more flights to get to me. I sat down took aim at the end of my flight of stairs and waited for her to get to me. The seconds ticked off, and I took stock of the place where I was going to die. I was going to die, on the steps of a tower, with no friends, no weapon, and no chance of survival. I was going to die in a bloodstained stairway, and my body would soon feed some infected downstairs, who would most likely get shot by the pilots… an idea formed in my mind.
This plan was possibly the worst one I that had ever graced my mind. It would involve pissing off two WELL armed people, startling a VERY dangerous witch, and hoping the timing would be perfect. I went up a few stairs and saw that there was a small niche in the wall before you walked into the room. I did not check to see if it was deep enough to hold me, but I knew I had to act then. I turned my pistol at the door, and aimed inside.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM* . . .hiss*
Suddenly the witch started growling, and the men started yelling and I was in the middle of a shit tornado. She started loping up the stairs, 2 at a time she reached my floor –
The man came to the door way and pushed his auto-shotgun through the bars yelling "ARE YOU A FUCKING STUPID ASS –"
I was already running up the last few steps as the shotgun was pointed right at me
"MOTHER FUCKER YOU –"
She vaulted the last few steps –
I ducked and jumped towards the niche-
"OG MY G-"
BOOM… BOOM BOOM… BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM* click click click click click click click*…
I got up, marginally scratched by the broken tile. The auto-shotgun aimed right at my head.
"Hey bud, that shooting thing was really uncalled for"
Shrugging., I replied "Well, it wasn't as simple as it seemed. Can I PLEASE come in now before every infected person comes and gets me? I do not think I want to try that hail marry again."
The man turned towards the shadow inside, and with a few whispered words, he took out the bar and I walked into a small control room.
Oh, the irony, I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I liked writing it ^_^. Toodles!