$I really want more reviews per chapter and an answer to my question.
The survivors and plot of this story are mine and mine alone. The Green Flu and the Special Infected are property of Valve.
Do I have to put a disclaimer on every chapter?
Chapter 5: A New Game
The ride is silent for somewhere around ten minutes, that's when I suggest we play a game. "Hey, guys!" I exclaim hysterically. "How 'bout we play a lil game?"
"Okay." Shawna humours, more than likely looking for something to do.
"Alright, 'ere it is, the point of this game is to see which of us is more accurate. We have three minutes to see how many kills we can get with this." I hold up a Colt M1911 pistol. "Got it?"
"How many people can play at once?" Julio asks, eager to win.
"One person goes at a time while the others keep track of the time and kills." I announce, "and once everyone has gone, we compare the scores and find out who won. Winner gets bragging rights. I'll go first." I climb up the emergency roof hatch and open it as josh slows the bus to match the pace of the shambling corpses. I take aim. "Tell us when yer ready!" Shaun shouts, impatiently waiting for his turn.
"Ready!" I shout while fixing a zombie's rotting skull down my sights. Fire. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six…Seven. Eight….Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Josh hits a zombie, and makes the bus jerk and my shot go high and wide. I take a deep breath and fire off the last two shots, which bury themselves into the frontal lobe of two lucky zombies.
"Hand me a clip!" I yell down.
"Here!" I swiftly reloaded. In the distance, I see a trail of mutilated zombie bits catching up at twice our speed. I guess my missed shot from earlier startled the witch bitch.
"Oh, hell yeah! Hey, are witches worth more points?" I question.
"Uh, yeah, sure, ten points for a witch." Chris stammers.
Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam.
The witch dies after the entire clip.
"Hey! Yer times up!" Shaun hollars. I drop down with a big shit eating grin. "How many didja git?" Shaun asks.
"24!" I exclaim proudly. "Yer turn. Gewd luck."
"Thanks! Ready!"
The ride is spent playing the game and relaxing. The winner was Julio, fucking sniper. The loser was… Dajuan, obviously, fucking cross eyed bitch. Chris and I are currently arguing who gets second and who gets third place. He says he got 25, but that's complete bullshit, his last two don't count because the fuckers were still crawling.
End chapter 5