Not much to say here, other than I am a little disappointed that my previous chapter didn't get a single review. Constructive criticism or or something would be nice. Just saying.
On with the story, but first, do I have to disclaim every chapter?
The survivors of this story and the plot are mine. The Special Infected and The Green Flu are property of Valve.
Chapter 3: Tanks for Nothing
I awake to a powerful rumbling and gunfire on the steps of the bus. I jump up and grab my beloved Smith & Wesson 500 Twelve-shot magnum revolver. As soon as I open the door leading out of the garage, a mutilated body flies in and splatters against the far wall, easily 20 feet away from the door.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!"
Various screams of pain and fear assault my ears.
"The hells the matter here?" I yell over the noise to someone running by, I remember his name to be Duke.
"Tanks, man, Tanks got inside the perimeter somehow, no one heard them and patrol didn't see them either! Oh, God, it's only Tanks!" Something tells me that Duke here, is frantic.
"Show me." I say sternly.
He leads me past all of my survivors, who running in the opposite direction.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a Tank coming right at me and on instinct, I duck under its massive fist and trunk like arm. Duke wasn't so lucky, his entire upper body was smashed from its right side flat, his legs still whole and hanging by skin. I quickly spin on my heel and fire into the Tank, each of the twelve shots creating a mushroom of flesh and gore as they pierce the pink-ish skin. It finally falls after the last round as it finds the forehead of the Tank and I make a mental note to aim for the heads of all Tanks.
I run into the commence and find Chris and Julio firing into a Tank, each wielding a pair of M9 pistols. I reload as I run over to help them. The Tank dies as I place a single slug into its tiny head.
"Aim for the heads!" I strain to be heard over the commotion. "Where are the others?"
"On a run!" Julio yells back.
"Hate to interrupt, but we need to get the hell out of Dodge!" Chris hollars at Julio and I.
We take off at break neck speed towards the double doors leading outside. Once we get outside, we see what has become of our safe haven, it has now resembles little more than a smoldering wreck. I hang my head as I realize that our only shelter is gone.
We get a safe enough distance away from the carnage and start discussing some plans of action.
"Do either of you two know where the others went?" I ask.
"Shawna said something about one of the super markets in Harker Heights." Chris offered.
"Then that's where we're headed." I say with a tone of finality.
End Chapter 3