(Thanks to Zackt2010 for your review. Sorry for the day late chapter, i had trouble with my planning program, but it's all good now. Allright, a slightly shorter chapter again, but oh well, sorry. Anywho, not much to say so read on!)
"Oh man..." Zach sighed, leaning against a wall with a muffin in his hand. He wasn't eating though, just throwing it from hand to hand.
"What is it?" Paige asked, turning away from Nick, whose leg was now completely wrapped in bandages.
"It's been like three hours; can't we get a move on?"
"We've already established we're staying here until the food and drink runs out." Leslie said while eating a muffin.
"But there's nothing to DO..." Zach complained picking at his muffin.
"What? You want to fuckin' get eaten by zombies then? Feel free to make a use of yourself." Trent sneered, eating beans from a can.
"Language!" Nick scolded, wincing slightly from his leg. "He does not condone the devil tongue." Trent rolled his eyes, exasperated.
"Why don't we figure out what we are going to do." Leslie said, sensing Trent getting angry. "Like what we should do when we get out of here."
"Well that's obvious." Zach said. "We're going to the docks and getting a boat straight outta here."
"We should look we other survivors." Tanzi said quietly.
"What?" Zach asked. "You want to look for survivors?"
"Yes. I mean, are we so selfish to save ourselves?" she asked.
"But there IS no more survivors." Trent said.
"That's what you said with Nick." Tanzi replied, looking pointedly at Nick. "And then looked what happened."
"But there is no point!"
"We HAVE to save them! What about that car we saw?"
"All right, all right..." Paige said, raising her hands. "Why don't we vote. Whichever gets the most votes, we do. I personally want to look for others, who agrees? Tanzi, Leslie and Nick put their hands up. "Well, there we go. But where should we search?"
Trent and Zach looked disgruntled, not really wanting to risk there lifes for somebody that is most likely dead.
"There are four main places." Nick called out, holding up three fingers.
"four?" Paige repeated.
"Yes. The most protected things in the city. Obviously the church, where've you been, but also the college, the mall, and the library. They are well built, constructed out of hard wood and concrete." Nick explained.
"So, which is the closest?" Leslie asked.
"That would be the college." Nick replied, making a mental map in his head.
"Okay. So we got it sorted, but NOW what?" Zach asked, still angry about having to risk his life.
Nick clapped his hands together. "I know!" from his pocket he drew a small bible and opened it. "I will read an excerpt from the bible to keep us going." He cleared his throat and started. "This is from 1 Peter 5:8-9 NLT. Be careful! Watch out for attacks from the Devil, your great enemy. He prowls around like a roaring lion, looking for some victim to devour. Take a firm stand against him, and be strong in your faith. Remember that your Christian brothers and sisters all over the world are going through the same kind of suffering you are." Nick coughed and opened another page. "This is from James 4:7-8 NLT..."
'Fuck this.'Trent thought, slipping through Tanzi and Leslie, walking down the aisle. As he walked he sharpened a knife on another and slipped them into his belt loops. A thud made him jump slightly and he turned to the window. The zombies had their hands pressed against the glass, staring straight at Trent silently. Not thinking, Trent walked forward and stared on straight in the eye. Those eyes... Trent gasped when he realised it was the eyes of Victor. "Holy FUCK!" he cursed, staring at his friend. Victor was one of them now, pale and covered in rashes, clumps of hair missing and blood specked across his face.
All of a sudden a sharp crack filled the air and Victor's head literally exploded, splashing blood and gore all over the window. Trent fell onto the ground, staring in shock. A bullet hole was in the window, creating cracks throughout the window. "What in the name of..." he asked himself when another zombie was shot, revealing a rotten corpse behind it. Holding a gun. "It's got a gun? It's got a fuckin' gun?" Trent questioned incredulously, staring at the zombie with the gun. It was looking at the barrel oddly before pressing the trigger. Its head blew straight off falling fate to the two other zombies.
Because of this disturbance, the zombies got rowdy and slammed their hands against the glass again and again, making the crack ever so wider. "Oh, shit!" Trent cursed, turning on his heels and running straight back to the group. They looked at him as he ran straight into the middle interrupting Nick's bible reading.
"What is it?" Tanzi asked, a concerned look on her face.
"We need to get the fuck outta here!"
"Why?" Leslie asked, dropping his muffin to the floor.
At that moment, a crash was heard. "Fuckin' zombies!" Trent cried, running the opposite direction.
The first of the zombies burst through the window, causing both Leslie and Tanzi to start running. Zach went over to Paige, who was helping Nick up. "Come on! We got to go!"
"Help me with Nick then!" Paige said, heaving Nick's arm over her shoulders, Zach following suite.
"COME ON!" Trent yelled from in front of them, just as a zombie hooked it's finger around Nick's collar.
(And we leave with a cliff hanger. And yes, Victor is officially dead dead. Poor him. More actiony next chapter and hopefully longer, hopefully. Thanks and till next time!)