A/N: Wow fast update! That just means the next will be slower...
Action scene in this chapter, if it's too confusing or something else is wrong please tell me, and to relieve some of the confusion the zombies are labeled with numbers I.E 1-8.
Two weeks, that was all it took. No one knew how it started but those left alive know how it could end. At first there was the bloodthirsty 'commons' fast, dangerous and usually found in large groups or as the remaining survivors termed them 'hordes'. They were tough, but could be dealt with if one had a good enough weapon. Then the specials began appearing, tougher, faster, with claws, sharper teeth and increased intelligence. I am documenting this so to pass any important data to the military when we reach the nearest holdout, on the next few pages you will find descriptions of each infected that I have knowledge of.
Matthew kept reading, the journal was continued after the infected descriptions.
Today we lost half our 'team' I myself have been bitten, the others were immune so I must be clear as well.
The following page, which chronicled another few days and a journey to an evacuation station ended in torn and blood spattered pages too destroyed to continue reading.
Sighing heavily Matthew dumped the paper on a table top and stomped over to a worn old couch. Laying down he attempted to sleep, it had been another tiring day in the apocalypse and he was weary from running.
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It was a big day today, today he would begin an epic adventure through the wastes and bring salvation to the doomed masses. Standing up straight he released an 'epic' yawn. After a series of pulling, zipping and grabbing he was ready for action, although moving across a room provides difficulty when one discovers both pairs of shoelaces are intertwined. One cringe worthy fall later and a restructure of the way he tied his laces, Matthew was once again on his way. Belting a stainless steel kitchen knife to his waist and snatching a 'small person' sized fire axe from the table, his weapons of choice. Well actually my weapons of choice would be an AK-47 and some long sharp bladed object, but you can't be picky in the apocalypse.
Grasping handle on the big red door Matt pushed outwards, revealing a half destroyed building being used as his hideout. Standing heroically while letting the breeze ruffle his hair he appraised the scene before him, looking for the best route to his objective.
"Right, scissors, where the hell would I find some"? He mused, the epic quest to save the world, a search for scissors. Obviously to cut his hair, the damn stuff had become a burden, constantly falling in front of his eyes.
Matthew had had enough, and so it had to be assaulted as if it were the city of Troy.
Finding purchase on a window sill he began his descent into the city of the damned. Sneaking through the city was no easy feat, infected littered the streets and specials prowled night and day for a meal. But staying light on your feet and staying aware of the surroundings kept you safe, to a certain extent. Matt tried his best to keep in the shadows when traversing the streets, strapping the axe to his back and going 'ninja' with the knife on any common infected bastard who got in his way. He conversed quietly to himself that suspected other survivors were or had been through this area on the conclusion that there seemed to be less commons then usual, in other words, a lucky break for him.
Thank whatever deity listening that the infected aren't omnipotent, sensing me at a whim and constantly harassing me. He praised, then crouched as another common shuffled out from behind a car.
"Come closer you mother" he growled but then something unexpected happened, karma caught up.
The infected's foot found its way into a small box, which then caused the infected to stumble forward, onto a big spiky splintered girder lying on the road. This caused the zombie like creature to scream like a banshee, which in turn summoned all the streets infected residents to look at the walking buffet.
There was eight in total, all varying in distance and condition, he ducked under the firsts swing and gave a quick, short stab to the back of the head, one down. The second charged at him with the third close behind, giving two slashes across number two's chest then thrusting the knife into three's neck, a twist of the blade brought it down. Number two came wheeling around and landed a fist to his shoulder, it would have gotten another in if not for a knife through it's eye. Three down. Four and five came simultaneously, Matt brought his foot up and kicked five away and started to carve up four's hands and face. But five came back with a vengeance and hit Matt square in the jaw, the knife flew out of his hand across the street, bull rushing the zombie for a change shoved it on it's back and Matthew curb stomped the monsters head. Five down, whoa.
Drawing the axe Matt hopped over a few sandbags lying in the road to buy himself time. Six and seven now, the intelligence of the infected shone at this point when six decided to scale a truck instead of running around it like seven. This was fine for Matthew who swept seven's legs and swung the axe downwards for a gruesome decapitation of the fatal kind. Six down. Six decided trying parkour wasn't for himself and resumed the pursuit of the survivor. Just then Matt thought of something crucial, where's eight? In the manner of a slasher movie the infected in question popped up from behind him and leapt onto his back. Dropping the axe and thinking quickly Matt spun round and back pedalled, while reaching behind himself and sticking his thumb into eight's eye. The effects entailed, six ran into eight, who let go of Matt, the three collided into a heap on the ground.
Jabbing his fist into eight's face gave him enough time to roll away, as he rose six made it's move by jumping on top of him. The grotesque monster began to bite wildly at the air between them, as Matt lifted his arms a bite landed right on his forearm. Yelling in pain he took a chance, shoving the zombie's arms in different directions he clutched each side of the thing's head and twisted, hard. Springing to a standing position Matthew became the predator, he took what remained of six's hair as it flailed on the ground and smashed it's face again and again off the ground until there was no resistance.
A few minutes later Matthew collected the discarded knife and axe returning them to their previous positions. Taking extra time to compose himself and to spray his wound with a disinfectant solution, then dress it.
He kept on moving.
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He travelled at an increased pace, not noticing the lack of common or special infected. When he finally reached a place that would hold scissors, the building had been renovated into a safe house, an armoured stationary shop.
Upon arriving he quickly shut himself in and searched for infected presence, when he found none Matt had made up his mind. It may not be his own safe house but it was safe, had food and a bed, it would do. Dragging his feet to couch adorning the back wall Matthew thought, my hair can wait and subsequently fell into a deep sleep.
Eh... I took a dig at L4D in here, it's pretty obvious and it's something that annoys me about both games.