Resistance
The three ran across the splintered tarmac and leapt across the flowing lava chasms. They reached the door and Marlton had come down stairs to open the heavy wooden door. From the outside, it looked like a normal door but from the inside, barricades were bolted to the door and when the three were inside, Marlton heaved the door into position and they ran upstairs just in time to see Takeo's lifeless body ripped limb from limb and consumed within seconds as the swarm surrounded him. But with that morsel gone, the horde turned on them.
Marlton saw the arms bursting through the wooden door, through the gaps in the barricades. They looked through the holes with their blue luminous eyes stare into him. Marlton looked around for anything to use. He saw a chainsaw. He saw a pole. He saw duct tape. Time to get creative.
He took the combat knife from his belt and taped it to one end of the pole and the chainsaw to the other. He revved the chainsaw just in time to turn around and see a zombie collapse through the doorway. The door shattered into a hundred pieces as the horde tumbled over one another to reach the fresh meat.
Marlton charged forward, chainsaw first.
"RRRAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!" screamed Marlton.
Tank turned to the others, their faces a mixture of fright, confusion and sadness for the loss of their honourable ally. They rushed to see the cause of the noise. Marlton stood, hands by his side his makeshift weapon pinning a dead crawler to the wall with the combat knife end. He was breathless and he stared down at his shirt which was now stained red.
Then came the zombies. Some with no heads, some chopped in half and some were just a unrecognisable mess of gore. Marlton looked up with a saddened face.
"These were once people." said Marlton softly. "People with families and friends, and I've just murdered them all" Marlton's face turned white and he collapsed on the ground. Everything went black.
His eyes opened and he looked around him as his eyes adjusted to the light. He squinted and saw he was in the back of a truck. But not just a truck, a moving truck, travelling across a dirt track . He twisted to see the driver was Tank and Richtofen and Nikolai were crowded into one seat. They entered a town and pulled into a driveway to a suburban home. The three got out and Marlton eyed them suspiciously.
"Who are you?" Marlton questioned them. "I'm Tank and this is Richtofen and Nikolai." answered Dempsey. "Where are we?" asked Marlton. "Well" replied Nikolai "It went like this, we had to carry you to the edge of town and just to let you know, you weigh a ton. The wave of zombies came and we had to catch a vehicle so we stol- uh "borrowed" a truck from off the street, and we came here. It seems safe enough I mean, what can go wrong?"