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I watched as Slack sat in the passenger seat of the Reckoning, and Charlie sat behind her, watching me with worried eyes. We got to the door of the bridge house, but it was covered with an obscene about of locks and dead bolts. Riley sighed as I looked at him, cocking Charlie's gun as did he and we got ready to blast the door open. Suddenly, we were under a hail of gunfire. Riley grabbed my shoulder, throwing me off to the side and onto the ground, as he crouched above me, hoping not to be hit by any stray bullets. The spray of deathly metal stopped, and now shaken, we hefted ourselves up. The door was covered in bullet holes and the locks had been blasted off.
Riley stomped towards the truck, his eyes wide, but aggravated. Slack was sitting behind the machine guns, a sweet little smile on her face and Charlie looked like he wanted to strangle her.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" He screamed, and she reached forwards, turning on the announcement system.
"Making myself useful." She smirked, as I stepped aside, seeing as the heavy door collapsed, making a large crash. Riley turned to me, eyes still wide.
"Can you believe this shit?" He scoffed, running a hand through his hair as we stepped closer towards the small bridge house.
"Yessir. THANKS SLACKIE!" I screamed, hearing her slightly insane giggle through the PA system. Charlie's hair looked ragged, and was sticking up in every direction.
The little station was just as depressing as it was on the outside. It was dark as hell, and covered in a thick layer of dusk and cobwebs. I found a lever that lit up the room, and the bridge, and I had to grab the lever with both hands and push with all my body weight to get it to slowly slide up and the lights to come flickering on. I sighed, As Riley and I placed down our guns and began to pull on the large lever that would let us pass over the bridge.
We were to busy trying to open the bridge, that we didn't see the swarm of stenches surrounding the truck.
Red lights flashed as the bridge slowly descended, and Riley and I high-fived. We picked up our guns, stuffing them into the waist band of our pants and walked out of the bridge house. I looked up to see the truck swarming with stenches, and screamed, just as something jumped on my back, and I heard a yell come from Riley. Riley dropped his gun, but somehow got the stench that was attacking him against the wall, and turned to the truck.
"Shoot!" He screamed, but we got no response. Riley tried to reach for his gun, but the stench kept over powering him. I screamed, rearing my head back and smashing the stench in the face. He fell to the ground, and was only a little boy about 15 years old, wearing what looked like a tarnished, old tux. He hissed at me, holding his arms out and running for me, mouth open. I kicked my leg up, rearing him in the balls.
"Fuck off!" I screamed, punching the stench that had Riley in a head lock. Riley once again over powered him, as the little zombie boy awoke from his pain, grabbing me by the ankle and dragging me to the ground. The bridge was still slowly lowering, and we hadn't heard a thing from anyone inside the truck.
I screamed, having had the skin on my arm ripped off from being dragged to the ground. The boy drooled, getting on top of me and trying to take a chunk out of my leg. I kicked him in the mouth, blood spurting from his mouth. I heard a sickening squishing noise, only to see Riley put the stench's head underneath the bridge, therefore it's head was squished off, and went plopping into the river. Riley picked up his gun, just as the zombie child made a leap at me, and was shot right between the eyes.
His body thumped against the ground, as Riley helped me up, my left arm from my elbow to my wrist had a serious case of road rash, and was bleeding extensively. I hissed, trying to wipe pieces of gravel and dirt from the wound. We ran closer to the truck, just to see even more stenches emerge from behind the train like vehicle.
"Shit.." Riley said, hefting me onto his back.
"Riley! Peace! Move for the roof!" Pillsie called over the PA system that was rooted on top of the truck. I was on Riley's back, piggy back style, and I gripped around his neck, as he strengthened his grip around my legs.
"You're gonna have to shoot." He said, running for the truck. I nodded, pulling Charlie's pistol from my pants, and took aim as we started running for the front of the truck. I shot away five stenches, when suddenly, we were in the air. Riley had jumped, and was attempting to run up the front of the truck. I fell from his back, screaming and Riley grabbed my hand. A zombie grabbed my ankle, and I kicked him in the face. I stepped on another zombie's face, and jumped off it, and back into Riley's arms, on the front of the truck. I turned around, awestruck at whom's face I stepped on.
"SORRY SANTA!" I screamed, as the santa-zombie slowly rose from the ground.