Vincent pointed his gun at the two. A couple of shots had gotten their attention. "Leaving so soon?" He laughed as he got closer. "Secure the area." The soldier beside him nodded. The giant that had killed Officer Bryan was gone. None of them knew where it headed. A few bursts of automatic fire was heard. "Sorry about that!" Vincent shook his head then turned his attention to Karen and Carl. "Now." He cleared his throat.
"What do you want from us?" Karen exclaimed trying to hold back her emotions. "Your not leaving this city! At least not alive." Before the conversation could continue the soldier cried in agony. "What the hell?"
The soldier fell to the ground in a pool of blood. Scratches torn through his face. His neck as well as his left and right shoulders were ripped off. Good god! The assailant was a zombie. But this one was different. Its nails grew into razor sharp claws. The rancid smell they usually gave wasn't as strong as this one. It a gave a low howl and charged at Vincent. Its legs picking up speed as it went from a limp a quick sprint. He jumped to the side firing multiple rounds. Blood spewed from its legs.
The zombie charged again taking a swing at Vincent. He backed up its jagged nails grazing his nose. Another swipe left a brutal mark on his chest. Rivers of blood ran down his uniform. It tackled him to the ground swinging wildly tearing at his arms and even more so at his chest. "Don't just stand there! Help me!" Karen and Carl took advantage of the moment took off leaving the U.B.C.S. squad leader to die.
"What was that?" She stopped to catch her breath. "I don't know. But we got away before it saw us." Carl trailed off paying less attention to her and more to the heavy crunching sounds that stalked their way. In an instant the Tyrant towered over them. Its massive build ready crush them. It lifted one of its heavy fists. "Keep moving!" The two jumped back. The blow smashed into the street just as it did when they first met.
He drew his gun only to remember he had no ammo left. Damn! Tyrant faced him. It pushed one leg back freezing on the spot. It charged into a sprint. Just like- He dodged its attack. It shook the ground with its heavy steps. No where to run! We're finished.
A helicopter flew over head. From it someone holding a megaphone starting calling out, "Head to the top of one of these apartments!" Carl took Karen by the hand and together they rushed through the doors of a random building. Tyrant looked up and then faced them as they ran as hard as they could.
Vincent's body lay in the middle of the street. His sides still heaving. The zombie that attacked him ran off after someone or something had given themselves away. "Y-your all going to die here!" He laughed. His bottom was removed, that damn monster had a little snack and chomped on it. I still got some life left. As well as his body let him, he took his automatic weapon which fortunately was in reach. He pointed the barrel up against his chin. With his last ounce of strength Vincent pulled the trigger.
Karen stopped running. She was so caught up in her escape she did not realize just how weak her body was. Hunger and thirst had taken her. "I can't go on." She said in between breaths. Carl grunted. They wanted nothing more than to leave the city. "We're almost there." Just then Tyrant came through the walls. The hallway behind it had caved in. No! Why now? Again he took Karen by the hand and led her through the whole it came from. To their luck They found the stairs leading to the top floor. At this moment, nothing was going to get in their way, not hunger, not exhaustion, nothing. As fast as they could, as hard as they could they ran knowing full well that thing was behind them. And it wouldn't stop until they were dead.
((Chapter 7 is done. We're nearing the end of the story.))