"You know the end of something great is coming, but you want to hold on, just for one more second...just so it can hurt a little more."
The car lurched as they hit a zombie, it bounce off and Roland put his foot down. Jimmy held the gun tight as they drove over a group of mutilated corpses blackened by some explosion, a few feet away was a crater that was steaming with more bodies inside. They hit the back of the crowd and zombies started falling under the wheels, their speed reached 80mph, but was beginning to slow.
Suddenly, a zombie grabbed the side of the car, it's arm wrenched out of it's socket but it still tried to climb up the side of the car. Jimmy smashed the butt in it's face and one arm let go, dragging the moulding corpse along with them. Another one grabbed hold of the side of the car and Jimmy fell to one side as they turned sharply into a clearing in the crowd of ten thousands undead, he fired by accident as the car turned again. He completely missed, firing into the air.
He looked ahead at the bridge as they ploughed through the crowds, zombies bouncing off in all directions as they drove. The smoke covered most of the water and bridge and the soldiers…..were pulling back. He could see them falling back, driving away in giant trucks at full speed away from the blockage of cars between them and the undead.
The ground rocked and Jimmy nearly lost his grip on the car, an explosion rose up from the blockage, sending twenty zombies flying. There was a thundering bang and a another explosion hit the crowd again, Jimmy scanned the other bank and could see the outline of a tank positioned between two buildings someway down the river. As they drew closer, they realised the gunfire had died down and there was only the occasional burst from a machine gun when undead climbed over the barriers.
They were almost on the blockage of cars, by they had slowed considerably. A zombie leapt forward and Jimmy fired, blowing it's head in two. A second came at him before he could cock the gun and he slammed it handle into it's face, knocking it back. Jimmy looked forward again at the approaching barricade, Roland wasn't slowing down either. He knew what was going to happen, they would hit it too hard and crash.
"Cass!" Jimmy called, climbing out onto the roof," up here now!"
Cass stuck her head out the sunroof just as they hit the cars, Jimmy felt himself leave he ground with the gun and landed on the top of a truck, the wind knocked out of him. He dragged himself up and looked at the car and zombies poured onto it. Cass was on top of the car, being attacked from all sides. He fired, sending one back into the crowd with a hole in it's chest and he leapt back onto the car, kicking one in the face while firing at another. Cass scrambled onto the truck and fell off the other side, but Jimmy remained.
"Go!" Roland said," get the hell out of aaahhh!"
Two zombies broke through the window, dragging him half way out. More zombies grabbed him and tore away at his flesh.
Jimmy stood on top of the car in shock as Roland was torn apart in front of his face, hundreds of undead devouring him alive. A pain shot up his leg and he fell to one knee as two zombies bit into his already serious wound, he blasted one in the face and cracked the gun over the second zombie's head but it grabbed the shotgun. It fell from his grasp and he dove over the barricade, landing heavily on the ground. On the other side, zombies were all around them, eating the fallen and dying.
Cass rose a finger to her lips to motion him to stay quiet and he looked around, laying just a few metres away was an M16. Cass crept towards it and picked it up, dragging the metal across the floor. A zombie's head turned and snarled, followed by another. Cass rose the gun and fired at the nearest one, the gun let off a burst of rounds, two of which hit the zombie in the chest and throwing it to the ground.
"Give it to me," Jimmy called, leaning against the truck, for a second there he thought he was going to faint.
She threw the gun at him and he dug it into his shoulder as five zombies came running.
"Find me another gun," he said, pulling the trigger and hitting one in the head, which blocked another one's path and slowing it. He aimed low, letting off a burst of rounds he hit all three in the kneecaps, dropping them. The one that had been slowed barely had time to start running before he shot it in the head. Those that had fallen from his knee shots staggered to their feet and he fired at one, blowing a clean hole through it's eye. The other two fell quickly but already ten more were on their way. A gunshot rang out and a body landed next to Jimmy from the barricade, which was when he noticed that their car had made a gap that was slowly widening from the weight on the other side. Cass rose the M16 she had found, firing at the barricade while Jimmy fired the opposite way. Three fell before they reached him and he smashed the gun into one's face as a second bit into his arm. He pulled the trigger again, sending one reeling back full of bullet holes and hitting another in the face. The remaining five of so bundled him and he cried out as blood spewed from his neck and arms as they ate him. Faintly, he heard gunshots and the grip on his loosed and the bodies rolled away. Cass stood over him, apparently unhurt.
"Come on," she said," we have to move,"
He looked up as gunfire rang out from a few hundred metres away. Bullets streamed across the bridge, tracers that hit a group of zombies behind them. Cass shoulder Jimmy as they staggered across the bridge towards their last hope, she dropped the gun and Jimmy heard the approaching footsteps of the undead behind him. Looking over his shoulder, there were at least five that were safety covered by Jimmy and Cass, he knew what he had to do.
"What!?" Cass said as he stopped, pushing her away.
"Go," he said, his vision blurring," FUCKING GO!"
Cass gave him a hard look, then started to jog away towards a berretta laying by a police car. She wasn't going anywhere it seemed. Jimmy picked up a thick iron pipe laying in the road. The first zombie came at him and he swung with all his might, smashing it in the face and throwing it back.
"AAAAHHHH," he shouted, rage taking him over as he brought the pipe down upon it's skull and flattening it's face.
The second and third ones came and he swung again, knocking one down while the other ripped off a chunk of his arm. He punched it in the face, again and again. It let go slightly and he brought the pipe in an upward thrust, straight into it's jaw, which broke, sending it staggering back a few paces.
"Mother fuckers," he said," I'm not dead yet,"
A bullet struck the one he had knocked down and it fell back, a hole in it's head.
Jimmy fell to his knees, gunshots ringing in his ears. Something wasn't right, his head felt like it was breaking in two and his hands were going numb. A tingling feeling was rising from his feet, spreading up his back and into his head. He felt like he was on fire now, like someone had poured gasoline over him and set him ablaze. He couldn't think, everything around him was swirling and the flashes from the gun were getting fainter as darkness surrounded him and the unbearable pain stopped.
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'Where am I?' he called out, but he couldn't hear his voice.
The words had no meaning and all around him was darkness, there was no sound either. He tried to move, but he had couldn't and why was he so hungry? He tasted blood, yes he still had a sense so he couldn't be dead. He felt no pain, but there was blood…….blood…..and that smell……..of raw flesh………his ears were ringing now………he thought he heard a voice…….a loud bang right next to him…….but the blood…………it was close….now……so….hungry…….have to….
Jimmy open his eyes to see a shadow over him, another person, but not like him. Tears in her eyes changed to a smile, but he didn't understand.
'Why…..you smell so good….,' he tried to say, but only a growl escaped his mouth.
The women's eyes widened as he found he wasn't in control of his body, he felt the warm flesh in his mouth and he ripped out part of her throat, blood pouring onto his face. She screamed and he continued biting, unable to stop himself and not caring. This was the best meal he had ever had, he couldn't understand why he hadn't had it before. But what came before? He remembered nothing from a few minutes ago and all was fading fast, he rose up as the women fell limp and saw more meals in the distance, running away from him. As he sprinted towards them, he lost all sense of thought except to find more food like that he had just eaten.
Ok this is the last chapter, please review.