Chapter Three
The elevator started moving down, and as it did, Coach took the pain pills he picked up earlier.
"That'll keep it tight!" he muttered slightly, putting the bottle back in his pocket. We waited in silence until the elevator stopped; smoke seeping through the slit made by the conjoining doors. When the door failed to open by itself, Nick walked up to it.
"Everybody ready?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. We all nodded, giving the ok. Nick slipped his fingers into the door and forced them to open, making a loud grinding sound. Immediately the voices of infected reached us, and on the floor just ahead of the elevator was more guns.
"Everybody grab a weapon!" Nick commanded, running forward and picking up a silenced machine gun. The other three did the same, considering that was the only type. We ran back inside the elevator and waited for them to come to us, I stood in a fighting stance with my axe ready to strike anything that entered. Nick took out the bile jar as we heard the running footsteps get closer and he threw it just outside the elevator doors. At first I couldn't understand why he did it, but then I noticed that it took the attention off of us and the zombies were now fighting each other amidst the cloud of puke. The other four began to help them kill each other off, shooting them as I waited patiently, sometimes killing a stray zombie that tried to get into the elevator. Once the horde was killed off, we walked outside and made our way down the hall, to where we hoped was outside. Finding the end of the hallway had become engulfed in flames, we turned into a room that would lead us around with Ellis in front. Hearing a disgusting sound from the distance, we turned to see a horribly misshaped woman spit a green liquid substance right in front of us. With Ellis a little farther away than the rest of us, he found himself caught in the goo, and he jumped back with a yell of pain.
"Oh, great, now they're spitting shit at us!" he shouted, and took aim at the monster, shooting it straight in the chest. It fell to the ground in a puddle of its own acidic spit.
"Over here." Nick pointed out, jumping over a lunch table to get to the other side. Ellis and I lagged behind the slightest bit, helping me up onto the table politely.
"How come ya didn' pick up here a machine gun? Ain't a best gun in the world but it works, can't use that there axe forever, Jean." He asked. I felt myself blush, and tried to make it look like the heat was just getting to me.
"I-I've never used a gun before…" I admitted, and he grinned understandingly.
"Aw don't worry none! When we get to that gun shop I'll teach ya how to shoot a gun just as good as a hunter killin' Bambi!" I was a little shocked when he said "killin' Bambi" but none the less pleased. I knew I wouldn't get very far without knowing how to properly defend myself. With a nod of agreement, we hurried to catch up with the others; Nick watching us as we did but he didn't say anything. Once over the table before I left the room with the others I quickly picked up a bottle of pain pills, just in case we needed them later. When I followed them into the room they had gone inside, I noticed that they were a little ways away from each other, looking for anything that could help. The only thing they found was a pipe bomb that Rochelle found and hooked securely onto her belt for safe keeping. We left the room, and this time I was in front. Just at the end of this huge room I could see a room that had a red steel door, which looked secure enough to keep the zombies away.
"This way!" I yelled, running towards safety. However, the zombies were not gonna let us get away that easily. A tiny bald ugly thing jumped on Coach, steering him away from the rest of the group.
"Ellis, is that you on my back?" he exclaimed. Ellis shook his head, raising his gun.
"That ain't me, man!" Ellis yelled back. Rochelle and I stood in shock.
"Holy shit, that thing's riding him!" she shrieked, also raising her gun and tried to aim so she wouldn't shoot Coach. As those two started to shoot it, I turned around and noticed Nick wasn't with us. It didn't take long for me to see him running towards the safe room. His attempts at ditching us was spoiled quickly when a huge, elephant sounding zombie with one tiny wiggling arm and a huge strong one charged at him, knocking him over and grabbing him with his good arm and started pounding him into the ground.
"KILL THIS GODDAMN THING!" he howled. Because the others were busy helping Coach I knew it had to be me to help him, even though he's a goddamn asshole for trying to leave us behind. Heaving the axe above my head I ran towards it, and when I was close enough I swung the axe as hard as I could at the monster. The axe made contact with its little arm, and it fell in a splat of blood on the ground, still twitching. The charger gave a howl of pain and released Nick instantly. I took the chance of weakness to hack at it until it finally fell down. Standing up and breathing heavily, Nick looked from the charger to me in almost disbelief.
"Howdja…do that…?" he finally asked, just as the other three began towards us. I smirked.
"No need to thank me!" I told him, then turned on my heel and walked towards the safe room, fighting off the urge to pull my head back and laugh. I could hear them talk behind me, but I was happy. Once they all walked inside with Nick stumbling behind them, he shut the door.
"WOO! WE COOL! WE GUNNA BE ALRIGHT!" Coach yelled at the top of his lungs. It may sound stupid, but hope flickered inside me and I couldn't help but laugh, and Ro and Ellis joined me. Looking over I saw Nick, whose face was as solemn as ever. Who knows, maybe someday we can get him to laugh WITH us and not AT US…hmm…someday…someday is full of maybes. But like Coach said, we're gonna be alright.