"How the fuck are we supposed to contact them? The goddamn phone lines are already down..." Arthur groaned, sitting so his back was on the wall. The others–Francis, Alfred, and Matthew–thought for a moment. The group was at the city limits, and they were trying to find Antonio's group.
"They might already be there waiting for us," Francis replied, looking at the man sitting sadly. Arthur shrugged his shoulders.
"Who can tell? Their cells probably don't work, computers don't work, nothing works anymore!"
Alfred and Matthew flinched as Arthur got louder, yelling now. They soon relaxed, only to jump again when they heard gunshots. They all grabbed for their weapons, which was all different. Francis held a pipe while Alfred and Matthew held knives. Arthur was the only one with a handgun; he was the only one who owned one. They looked at the scene now, and almost fainted.
The creatures were now in the city, biting off the necks of the military. Some were shot millions of times, while others were only shot once. Arthur cried out, scared of them. Francis helped him to his feet, and they ran. They didn't know where to, or how long, but they ran.
At some point they got separated, Francis with Arthur and Alfred with Matthew.
Soon, Francis found a small department store and the two entered it. The clerk wasn't there, they were probably gone. "Let's get some supplies while were here," Francis said, letting go of Arthur's hand, which was a poor decision.
The blond took his gun, inserted it into his mouth, and before Francis could react, he pulled the trigger. The loud noise did not echo, but it could be heard all around. Francis went deaf for a moment, his ears ringing, screaming at him.
"Oh, god," He said, and he doubled over and puked. The blood of his boyfriend was on the window, brains scattered about. Arthur lay on the ground, a large hole in his skull, and blood flowed from the said hole. Francis couldn't help but look again and immediately puked once again as he saw the dead eyes of his lover. A small sound came from the back room, and Francis turned around to look.
A horrifying creature stumbled out, blood coming from any holes in their face. Their nose was missing, as well as its left ear. Francis screamed at the scene, and held up his pipe, stabbing the creature in its stomach. It didn't work, however, and Francis wanted to scream and cry when it brought its mutated hand onto his head, squeezing so hard. He thought his head would burst open, but no. Instead the creature, pipe still in its stomach, bent over and bit out a chunk of his cheek. The Frenchman screamed in agony, blood shooting out of the hole that used to be his cheek. The pain continued as the monster- the zombie- continued to eat his neck, and his final breaths were taken as he closed his eyes.
Then he opened them again, and became terribly hungry.