(Thanks Can't Get Any Better, angie2282, mentosgoboom and zackt2010 for your reviews! Btw, the story might seem a bit rushed, but it's not, as i have planned it out a lot. Oh, and if you haven't voted, vote! At the moment it's a tie between Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street. Vote closes next week. Anywho, read on!)
The streets were fairly empty, apart from the various zombies which Victor and Trent quickly dispatched. The zombies seemed to be in some other part of the city, which suited the group just fine. The hideout really wasn't that far away from the cafe after all, and they got there within a matter of minutes. Trent and Victor screeched to a stop on their bikes.
"Here we are." Victor said, looking up at the sign on the top. Some of the letters were missing, so the words looked like DEVIL BIKE. "Heh. Devil, how appropriate, huh."
"Come on!" Trent exclaimed, pulling open a large metal door with screeched as it scraped across the concrete ground.
Most of the group cringed.
"Watch what you're doing!" Paige said, flicking some hair out of her eyes. "That will attract those things!"
"Shut the hell up! Anyway, they attack, we'll feed you to 'em first so we can escape." Trent said, grinning harshly.
"You...!" Paige sneered, trying to get to Trent, but being held back by Zach.
"Don't." Zach murmured in her ear. "He's not worth it."
"Anyway..." Jeffrey spoke out. He looked worse for wear, as nasty rashes were forming on his skin. "Let's go and find something to treat me and Paige." He led the group into the dimly lit room, which from what they could see, was a complete wreck.
"Aah, home sweet home." Trent commented, falling onto the sofa and sticking his feet up on a table filled with coke cans and used cigarettes.
"Come here." Vincent said to Jeffrey and Paige, after having got a first aid box from the wall by the door. "Let's get you patched up."
"I'll help!" Zach said enthusiastically, holding Paige's shoulders, and pushing her into a seat as Vincent inspected Jeffrey's wound, which was mottled green and purple.
"This looks bad..." he muttered. "I have some medical experience, and from what I can see..." he glanced up to Jeffrey's rashed face. "You haven't got long..."
"How long?" asked Jeffrey, after having a brief coughing fit.
"Roughly a day I would say."
Jeffrey bit his lip. "I see. Well, it's been fun... I guess I can only help now."
Tanzi and Leslie huddled together, talking about Paige and Zach.
"Have you seen what he's been doing lately?" Tanzi asked, as Zach washed Paige's wound.
"What do you mean?" Leslie questioned.
"Zach's been... I suppose... getting closer to Paige over the years since that incident. It's now showing properly though..."
"I see what you mean, but if Paige isn't protesting... it's her choice, right?" something suddenly occurred to Leslie, and he called out loud to either Trent or Vincent. "Hey! Are you the only two Devil Biker's? I thought there were others."
"There are." Vincent replied after Trent didn't speak. "They were staying here... last time... we saw them..." he went silent. 'And the door wasn't locked...' "Shit!" he cursed, just as he finished up Jeffrey's bandages.
All of a sudden, the metal door banged shut, and the room was plunged into darkness.
"What the fuck!" Trent yelled, blind to everything. The blinded group could hear things moving, before Tanzi let out a small shriek.
"Something just touched me, something just..." she screamed this time, as something touched her shoulder.
Not seeing anything, Leslie barged into something in front of where Tanzi was, and felt his shoulder impact with something. That something was clawing at his arm, but Leslie beat on the thing with something picked of the floor. From the feel of it, he guessed it was some sort of kettle.
"Oh shit!" Trent cursed, as a smashing sound was heard.
"Trent?" Vincent asked quickly, worried. "Trent!"
"I 'm right here, fuck head. Get a frickin' torch so we can see somethin – Fucking hell, get off of me you freak!"
Vincent fumbled around to where he thought the drawers were, and after some frantic seconds he pulled out a large torch and switched it on. The light first landed on the floor, straight on some sort of small round object, which sort of looked like an eye. He shook his head and quickly used the torch to find the light switch.
The light flooded the room, and the events were revealed. Tanzi was up against the walls as Leslie grappled with a zombie on the floor. Trent was also grappling a zombie, while Jeffrey was on the floor, his hat askew, and Paige was bleeding from the head, but still conscious. None apart from Jeffrey looked bitten, but then Jeffrey was already bitten.
"Finally, light!" Trent gasped, kicking the zombie off of him and jumping up. From the table he picked up his steak knife, and drove it straight through the zombie's head, giving it no time to react. To make sure, Trent continued to mulch the head, until it was basically non-existent. He turned to see how Leslie was doing, and he was doing fairly well. Leslie's blonde hair whipped around his face as he tried to find an opening to attack from.
Tanzi was still shell-shocked, and Paige and Vincent were tending to Jeffrey, while Zach was behind Paige, staring at how she helped Jeffrey.
"Hey! A little help here!" Leslie shouted, getting driven back by the relentless zombie. The knife that Leslie had got from Tanzi swung uselessly as the zombie jumped back on each swing, and came forwards two steps. One step back, two steps forward. "Since when were they this intelligent in the movies! Hey, Trent, give us a hand will you!"
Trent looked around again at the preoccupied people, and sighed. "I guess so, as your 'friends' seem to be distracted. He casually walked up to the zombie, but the zombie immediately went away from Leslie and went to attack Trent. Trent sidestepped, and stabbed with the knife, except the zombie also dodged. It picked up a glass bottle from the floor, and threw it straight at Trent.
Trent was too shocked that the zombie could have this sort of intelligence, and the bottle smashed on the side of his face, splitting the skin. He dropped the knife in pain and clutched his face. "You fuckin' asshole!" He cursed, just before the zombie was hit forward. Vincent stood there with his metal baseball bat, and proceeded to smash the zombie's head into little pieces.
"Oh, you help him, but not me." Leslie said angrily, searching around on the floor.
"Sorry, I was distracted." Vincent said shrugging.
"Sure!" he replied sarcastically. "And what about you!" Leslie pointed at Zach. "All you were doing was standing there like the love-sick puppy that you are!"
Zach turned bright red, and quickly turned away from Paige, who apparently didn't notice what had transpired.
"Now, has anyone seen my eye?" Leslie asked.
"Wh-what..." Vincent questioned off guard. Now he took a good look at Leslie, he realised there was a hole where his right eye should of been. "Holy..."
"Yes, I am missing an eye, now have you seen my fake one or not?"
Vincent assumed it was the eye looking thing he saw earlier, and picked off the floor, and threw it to Leslie.
"Thanks." Leslie said, still annoyed.
"Urgh..." Jeffrey groaned, sitting in an upright position. "What the hell happened?"
"Oh, you're okay!" Tanzi cried out from the over side of the room, and ran over to Jeffrey, pulling him into a hug. Jeffrey's eyes widened in surprise at this, and his eyes flitted red before going back to their original colour.
"Umm... yes I am. Now, we need to think of something to do. Evidently this place isn't safe." Jeffrey said, awkwardly patting Tanzi on the back, and picking himself of the floor.
"The docks..." Zach muttered, still embarrassed about what Leslie had said.
"What?" Paige asked, looking at him.
"We should head to the docks, get some sort of boat to England, and see if it's any better there than here."
"Why England?"
"It's the easiest country to get too. All we have to do is cross the sea, and we'd get there eventually."
"But how are we going to get to the docks in the first place?" Tanzi asked.
A loud screeching sound was heard, similar to the front door, and everyone looked to see half of the wall was raised. Trent stood there, motioning at two more motorbikes than the ones out front. "So, can any of you shitheads ride motorbikes?"
(Well, there we go. A little bit of a scuffle with some zombies, and a slight bit of humour. Leslie was getting a bit pissed with Zach, who was being a 'Love sick puppy' as Leslie called it. By the way, Tanzi acted like she did because way back when i got her character sheet for Elimination Game, she has claustrophobie. Anywho, till next time and thanks!)