Chapter 6- Revenge

Yeah yeah, I know this chapter is short but yeah, I'm tired. Well anyways, this little chapter goes out to ChaosGarden whose been BEGGING for some more kick ass action stories. So, well, here you go everyone, hope you enjoy.

My kitchen floor flooded with the tears I cried over Jack. His body was drenched with my salty warm tears and my head pounded with the most painful headache I've ever experienced. I let Jack fall from my hands and threw my gun across the room so hard it fired off through the wall, passing through my bedroom and shattering a window. I leaned in over my kitchen sink and and stared at my reflection in the kitchen window.

"Fuck it all!" I shouted, and hit a bottle of wine across the counter with such force it shattered in a explosion of glass against the wall. The smell of blood began to fill the room and I came back to realize that my best friend was dead on my kitchen floor. I sucked up my tears and tightened my jaw. I could swear my eyes were burning red with rage as I thought and contemplated revenge. I needed to get out of here now, where? I don't know, I don't care, just out of here. I ran to my gun closet and strapped my Thomson to my back, duel Uzis to my waist, a Ruger in my jacket, and my trusty USMC combat knife to my ankle.

Sitting in my car, I started the ignition and took off down the winding road. I could see smoke in the distance coming up from Atrum and drove towards the outskirts hoping to find some action. I was about a mile outside the city when I noticed fifteen zombies throwing themselves against a wooden fence trying to gain access to a man's house.

"You're all dead, every single one of you, you no good dead sons of bitches." I pressed the gas to the floor and swerved into the home's front lawn. The Thomson was fully loaded and ready to go. I whipped it off my back before stepping out from my car.

"Alright assholes, which one of you wants to taste my lead first!?" At hearing this the zombies clumsily turned around with the desire for the taste of my flesh. "Well c'mon! Lets go!" I pulled the trigger hard and let out a battle cry as I pumped five of the zombies with my hot fiery lead. "DIE!" I screamed with an evil feral grin on my face.They moaned and screeched as they fell, bloody, and filled with holes, to the ground. At that moment zombies pored from the man's house, shit, they must have found another way in. No doubt in my mind that that family was dead. They charged at me, begging for a bite of flesh.

"Hehehe, BRING IT!" Once more I unloaded on them, my shots echoing as they exited the barrel. I must have killed off a dozen, but a continuous strand of the undead began to poor towards me. I kept on firing until the gun was empty and chucked it with such force at the zombie he was knocked out cold. I whipped out my double uzis and stepped forward. My left foot was mounted on the unconscious zombie's weak egg shell like skull, and I crushed it beneath my heavy black boot, sending brains and blood in every direction. I let hell ring from the chamber's of my guns as I dawned an evil smile for more. My thirst for revenge could not be satisfied. I dropped the empty guns and decided to go tactical commando on their asses. I ignored my ruger and pulled the knife from its case.

"Lets go fuckers…I'm ready!" As the four remaining zombies approached I swung and slashed furiously, an endless amount of adrenalin feeding me. I lodged the knife in the heart of one, ripping it out, and stabbing its "friend" through the right temple, killing off the brain immediately. I proceeded in a full circle round-house kick, knocking both to the ground. I threw the knife strait down, piercing through one's heart as it let out torturous cries. As the other one struggled for footing I finally grabbed hold of my ruger and shot the bastard point blank.

I ripped my knife from the zombie and proceeded back to my car. I sat their, almost as if I were waiting…for a sign, for a signal, for something. The doors locked and I flipped my headlights on I proceded to drive back home, bawling the whole way there.

"This isn't over yet…" I said through gritted teeth as I sped down the highway. I returned to find Jack's body still on the floor, I proceeded to wrap him in a tarp as I gently carried his corpse outside. I grabbed my rusty shovel from under my deck and proceeded to dig a four foot deep hole. I lifted Jack from the ground and placed him ever so carefully in the grave and cried mercilessly as I buried my best friend. When I was finished I tossed the shovel aside, got down on my hands and knees on the fresh dirt, and whispered to the soft loam.

"Good bye buddy, I'm going to miss you."

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