A/N - Short chapter, please don't kill me! Thanks again for reveiws, also sorry i havn't updated in a while... I will try to make updates frequent! Hope you like the very very VERY short chapter!
The stench of blood hit my like a punch in the face. It was starting to get dark now. Josh helped me out of the sewer gate. I never want to go down there again. Josh looked tired, there were small dark circles under his eyes. The streets had an orange glow, I couldn't recognize where I was, half this part was on fire. They soon awoke, on fire! The undistorted running at us, these ones were fast. One grabbed me, its hand singed my top, I could feel the burning of the fire on my arms. Luckily I was able to reach out for my knife and I was able to stab it in the leg. It backed off. Its back was hunched, I took out my gun, shooting the head. We started shooting and attacking, they were blocking the way. I only stopped when I saw someone. His pale white face, blood stained white long jacket, his greying hair.
"Dad…" I whimpered. My body went into shock. I couldn't move, Josh was shouting at me to shoot, they were coming closer, at least one hundred. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. The was a pile of rubble on fire behind us, and the giant horde of zombies in front of us. I couldn't do it, my body wouldn't respond. I dropped to my knees, my eyes never leaving my Dad. I felt Josh shake me.
"What's wrong! Now is not the fucking time!" I could only hear my heart beat, the pounding of Josh's gun and my breathing. Everything went in slow motion as I finally looked around. One large gas canister caught my eye, it was next to the feet of my Dad, it was now or never. I got up, told Josh to get as far away as he could, then raised my gun and shot at it.
One giant explosion shook the ground, it caused me to loose my balance. I dropped to the ground, on my stomach, shielding my self from the debris. I felt some sort of metal scrape my back then flew off me again. As I heard the clattering of rubble finished, I dared to peek up. It was silent again. I could feel the warmth of the fire, I looked around, trying to spot Josh.
"Josh!…. JOSH! Oh shit!"
"I'm here!" I turned to face him, he stumbled towards me, rubbing his eyes. "That was some kick ass move you took there!" I hugged him. "What happened back there anyway?" I looked at him and met his blue eyes.
"It was my Dad…" He looked at me with his sorry eyes. He held my shoulders, then patted my cheek. He then walked away, I was still focused on where he was stood. Before long I heard a crash of plate, I then turned around. Josh had his back to me.
"This way…" He said sternly. I looked at the plate, the umbrella emblem was in pieces. I could never forgive Umbrella for this now, or my Mum and Dad.
I didn't feel right, something didn't feel right. Like we were being watched or something? I turned around, nothing was there. We were heading through a small alley way, this path was now clear thanks to the explosion. It was pitch black, only the sound of a bark alarmed us. No, not again. We shot, turning on our gun lights in the process. I was starting to get bored of this now, I wanted to be out of this city. All I did was speak to soon. A rather large hunted jumped from one of the rooftops, it was facing Josh who had his back to it. I was terrified, I shot at it but it just waited there while Josh was shooting at the dogs. Its claws hung by its side despite me firing at it, it seemed calm, its heavy breathing echoing around. It soon began to raise it, ready to kill
"JOSH! LOOK OUT!" Josh turned around only to have a claw impale his face. "NOOO!" He screamed as its claws went through his eyes and brain. It was gore! I felt my heart sink as I witnessed an even pain fuller death. Blood poured from his head. I felt like vomiting, one of the most caring friends I ever knew. It released its hold and pulled out its claw with an awful noise. It looked back at me, its eyes were bloodshot however it soon jumped back up, four stories, and pretended it never saw me. I could not describe the shock horror and awfulness of all of this. Words could not describe this death, and was soon sick, I felt even more ill after I finished. As much as I needed to I couldn't cry, instead, all my body was shaking.