Chapter 6: The Ak47 trudge
Sadie's scream was the last thing the other's heard before jamming the shed door closed and keeping the biggest barrier in front of it. Owen sat with his back against the door. Trent and Tyler sat on either side of him for extra leverage. The zombies that knew the twins had to many zombies at them, decided to go for the larger group as they pounded the small wooden door. This seemed to be holding up pretty well against the huge numbers pushing against them.
The shed itself seemed a lot larger on the inside than it did on the outside. Big enough for the twenty two of them to fit in.
Chris walked over to a laboratory bench and grabbed a black box off one of the shelves. He opened it and pulled out four objects. Two of them were Maglite flashlights. He clicked them both to make sure they were both healthy and full of light, they were. He set them aside on their sides, making sure they didn't role off.
The third object was a crowbar. The fourth was a folded piece of parchment. He gave a flashlight to Gwen and the other to Duncan.
They took them, Duncan put his in his pocket and Gwen held onto hers. Chris walked over to where the two crates were with the parchment and the crowbar. He set the crowbar aside and unfolded the parchment on top of the crates.
The campers gathered around him to see what it was, except Owen who stayed I front of the door, to keep it closed. The zombies were still trying to break in.
It was a map of the island. There was a large area of it gray that represented the military base. There were small black squares on the opposite side that represented the camp ground.
The large green portion represented the forest, the blue was the ocean, and the yellow part was the beach.
"It's a map of the island" Harold pointed out the obvious.
"Yes it is" Chris agreed. "See this is where we are" he said pointing to the black squares, "And this way over here is the military base."
"That's quite a distance away" DJ panicked.
"There are two ways there" Chris pointed out, "The beach or the forest. The beach will most likely have fewer zombies but will take longer. The forest will be shorter, but will most likely have more zombies. Not to mention the world war two veterans graveyard and the big field right here" he pointed.
"So which way do we take" Beth asked?
"The beach" Tyler suggested. "The less zombies, the better."
""No the forest" Courtney disagreed, "if its quicker, then it's better. Besides we don't wanna miss the copter do we?"
10:22pm
After lots of convincing, almost everyone decided to take the forest. Even though most were petrified and the ones that didn't want to go, figured they didn't want to walk the beach alone.
"Now to show yah how we're goanna get across the island" Chris said folding the map up and stuffing it in his pocket. He took the crowbar and jammed it into the top of the first crate. He pulled up, bringing the top up.
The campers all looked in and saw blue, black and yellow boxes.
"What are these" Sierra asked?
"You'll see" Chris said jamming the crowbar into the second crate and lifting the lid.
He reached a hand in and pulled out something long and black.
The campers all looked on with disbelief, with what he had.
"Is that what I think it is" Harold said in amazement.
"Yup" Chris said, "All shall bow in its glory." He then reached in and pulled out something long and silver with a brown end.
"I am finally feeling better about crossing the island now" Gwen smiled.
What Chris was holding in his hands were a shotgun and an ak47.
"There's more in here" Chris pointed to the crate, "And the other one has plenty of ammo to back them up."
"So you did have some superstition something like this would happen" Heather pointed out with a scowl.
Chris's smile faded. "Okay, I did" Chris huffed. "So what?"
"So what" Heather yelled. "You sent us to an island you knew was haunted just for a stupid TV show." She grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the wall. Making him drop the guns.
"Yo Heather, com down" Trent said trying to get her to settle her down.
"I won't com down" Heather screamed.
"There's nothing we can do about that now, all we can do is hopefully make it to the factory before 6am" Gwen said.
"After I throttle McClean" Heather threatened. Putting her hand around his neck.
Eva came over and threw Heather off, sending her back on her feet. "First of all miss sassy B***h, if anyone's goanna do some throttling its goanna is me. And second I don't like the idea of face eaters either. But the factory is our only chance of survival" Eva said. She ended with a growl toward Heather.
Heather was definitely more afraid of Eva then the zombies. So she just grunted and folded her arms.
"Now that's settled" Chris said wiping his shirt. "With these, crossing the island should be somewhat easy, as long as we stay together. Now who wants a shotgun and who wants an Ak47."
Everyone got a gun. 11 people got shotguns and 11 people got Ak47s.
Shotguns:
Chris McClean.
Bridgette the surfer.
Geoff the party dude.
Lindsay the dumb blonde.
Noah the bookworm.
Beth the wanna be everything
Trent the musician.
Cody the computer nerd.
Alejandro the evil Latino.
Sierra the obsessed Cody nerd.
Eva the girl with anger management problems.
Ak47s:
Duncan the delinquent.
Gwen the Goth girl.
Izzy the psychotic girl.
Owen the lovable oath.
DJ the brick house with feelings.
Harold the mad skills nerd.
Leshawna the big sister.
Tyler the talentless jock.
Justin the male model.
Courtney the annoying CIT (councilor in training).
Heather the evil queen bee.
The ones that could carry bullets carried them in their pockets. Everyone was also equipped with a semi-automatic pistol, that they carried them with cowboy belt gun holder.
By now the zombies at the door had left and had gone elsewhere because they couldn't get passed Owen, who of which was not in front of the locked door anymore.
"So we ready to move out" Chris asked holding his shotgun.
Gwen and Duncan still having the flashlights as well, which they took out and turned on. Gwen gave hers to Chris.
The 21 remaining campers nodded their heads in silence.
"Now before we do go, remember, don't get bit or scratched. Or let the blood get into your eyes, mouth, ears, nose, or any open wounds, because you will be infected and will change just like Ezekiel" Cody pointed.
They nodded as if they agreed and knew what he meant, which most did.
"And" Harold added, shifting his Ak47, "Remember to aim for the head. It's the only way to take them down, if you shoot them in the leg, arm, chest or neck, they won't go down. So always aim for the brain."
"And let's not use the flashlights in less we have to, the moon should be plenty of light" Gwen said.
Duncan and Chris just stuffed them in their pockets and got ready.
Once again they nodded.
10:35pm
The twenty of them gathered by the door waiting a second or two, to make sure they didn't hear anything. Chris quickly turned the light above the bench off.
They didn't so, Izzy being eager opened the door slowly, she checked to see if the coast was clear. "Clear" she said.
Izzy opened the door all the way. They all stepped out and could feel the cold dry air hit their skin as they looked around their surroundings. They could see the campfire still burning from a distance.
They looked over to where Katie and Sadie had last been seen, and didn't see any sign of their bodies. The 22 of them had the worried expressions come across their faces, to say that, the twin BFF's were now zombies themselves.
They walked quietly into the forest. With Ezekiel zombie slowly in pursuit behind.
10:57pm
The campers had been walking for over twenty minutes (22 to be exact).
They were all walking in pairs of two as they moved through the forest, keeping an eye out for the living dead. So far they could only hear them, none were in sight.
Leading the group was Chris and Courtney. While Noah and Owen brought up the rear.
Owen looked behind them to make sure the coast was clear, but saw a figure surrounded in dark. It was not hard to identify them with their toque and faint groaning sounds.
Owen nearly wet his pants and dropped his AK47 at the same time.
He reached out a hand and tapped Noah's shoulder.
"What" Noah asked?
"We have a situation" Owen whimpered.
"What situation" Noah asked rolling his eyes?
Owen simply pointed to behind them.
Noah glanced and saw Ezekiel approaching them.
"Hey Chris" Noah said "We have a problem."
"What" Chris asked from the front? Not looking back, keeping his eyes ahead.
"Ezekiel's following us" Noah panicked.
Chris and the others turned and saw Ezekiel's zombie a mere ten feet away. And he wasn't alone. Katie, Sadie and five more were in front of him.
"Run" Chris screamed.
The twenty one campers followed his orders and followed him as they ran away. Ezekiel and the other seven ran in pursuit, following them.
11:04pm
The campers continued to run, even though they somehow managed to maneuver their way and escape the zombies.
Noah was the one bringing up the rear. A hand jetted from a bush as he ran past and grabbed him by the ankle.
He fell to the ground without the others even noticing. They disappeared behind some trees. He hit with a hard thud as he was whisked under the bushes. His screams turned into moans of agony within seconds.
11:10pm
The campers had now stopped and caught their breath. They were all gathered, guns at their sides.
"Hey where's Noah" Owen asked? Looking around.
Everyone looked around and noticed that Noah was no longer with them.
"He must have gotten separated from us somehow" Beth worried.
"We have to go find him" Owen persisted, starting to walk off in the direction they had just come from.
"No we have to keep going forward" Chris said stopping him, by grabbing onto his arm.
Now zombies started to come from the direction Owen tried to go back to.
Duncan, Eva, Harold, and Gwen started to pick them off with their guns. One by one they went down, but they just kept coming. It was like they were endless.
At the back of the group was Justin. He didn't seem to even notice the zombies as he had dropped his Ak47on the ground. He using one hand to hold up his pocket mirror while he was fluffing his hair with the other.
Justin didn't even notice the zombies slowly approaching him from behind. He saw one in his mirror, spun around and screamed as the zombie made a lunge toward him. He jumped backward and dodged it. He dropped his mirror on the ground.
"They're coming from this way to" Justin shrieked.
He was unable to dodge the second lunge as the zombie snared him with both of its arms. The zombie had its hands holding tightly around both his wrists. "Help" he shrieked.
11:13pm. The others turned around and saw the Justin quickly disappear into the crowd of zombies behind them. They could hear his screams as they started to gorge on him, Justin's looks definitely made them want to eat him.
"Justin" Owen screamed.
The zombies started to come for them now, the ones not gorging on Justin.
Trent, Bridgette, Geoff, and Heather started to hold them off as well. They were surrounded on two sides.
Owen screamed and started to run through the foliage off the path. Izzy ran after him. "Owen wait" she screamed.
"We have to go after them" Cody panicked following behind with Sierra.
The others followed the eight that had been shooting, ceased and followed, with the zombies close behind in pursuit.
11:26pm
The rest of the crew came upon Owen and Izzy in a very small clearing. Izzy was catching her breath while sitting on a log. Owen was lying on his back breathing deeply; his stomach went up and down really fast.
"That was an even closer one" Geoff breathed.
They had once again eluded the dead.
"What do we do now since we lost the path" Beth asked?
"We have to keep moving" Chris responded. "Perhaps find the path again."
"Not in the direction we just came from" Owen said scared.
"Just follow me and keep your eyes out" Chris said, he started through the foliage they had just come through. Owen willingly picked up his mk47 and marched behind him. Izzy and the others also followed.
11:40pm.
They didn't encounter a single zombie when they found the path. Without saying a word, they followed it.
11:43 they came across the graveyard. They quietly moved off the path and behind the foliage. They peered over the tops and saw about hundred zombies just walking around aimlessly. They didn't know they gang was hidden behind the foliage.
On the far side was Ezekiel wondering around like the rest, not seeming to notice anything.
They all wondered of how they were goanna cross.
"We do we cross" Trent asked?
None of them knew, and it would take too much time to go around them. Then it would be way too risky for them to just go out and just face them, not knowing for certain how many there was.
A zombie came staggering by the hedges they were hiding behind. Nineteen of them backed up so they were behind the second pair of hedges and trees so the zombie wouldn't see them.
One of them stayed because he had a plan.
"Get over here" Leshawna pleaded to Harold.
Harold ignored her and waited on his hands and knees as the zombie got closer. He took his gun and set it on the ground next to him.
"Get back here" Leshawna pleaded.
Once again he ignored her as he picked up a medium rock from under the bush.
11:46pm
The zombie was now on top of the bush, not seeing anyone.
But Harold did the unthinkable as he made the others gasp, they had to cover their eyes.
He grabbed the zombie by the arm and pulled it into the bushes. It growled when it hit the ground, Harold smashed the zombie in the head with the rock, killing it for good. He peeked over the bushed to make sure no others had been paying attention. None had.
The others just watched in wide mouth expressions as Harold started to rip the torso open. He then started to smear the blood all over himself. He covered his arms, legs, torso and head, being careful of where he put it. He then grabbed his gun and slid it over his shoulder.
The next part scared the campers, as he moved through the bushes and into zombie territory. The gang all regrouped next to the body and watched in silence as Harold crossed the zombie infested graveyard.
"Is he crazy" Heather snarled silently.
No one else commented.
Harold made it half way across when he bumped shoulders with a zombie in lab coat and a nasty hole in its neck (Sam).
The zombie stopped for a second and so did Harold. He started to panic, that his plan was starting to fail. The zombie started to sniff him. Harold started to sweat.
The others were sweating more then he was.
After a few seconds, the zombie went on its way and Harold continued until he vanished behind the hedges on the other side.
"He just left us" Heather barked.
"Sssh" Leshawna ordered.
Harold came from the other sides of the bushes and gave them a thumbs up.
Duncan did the same process as he smothered himself in zombie guts, he even put part of the large intestine around his neck like a scarf. He stared his journey. He bumped into one or two but they ignored him and some sniffed and kept going. It took a total of about a minute for him to cross. He disappeared and gave a smile to let the rest know, it was safe to cross.
The next two to go through the faze were Chris and Leshawna. Leshawna and Chris slathered the blood on. Leshawna was able to slide the gun over her with the strap. But Chris had to carry his shotgun because it had no strap. The two started their trudge. They bumped and got sniffed. They made it across then signaled for the next group.
The next group of three was Alejandro, Heather and Courtney. Courtney and Heather had a small fight over the blood, but settled it quickly. Same as usual, sniff and sniff, bump and bump. They made it across.
Bridgette, Geoff, DJ, Gwen, and Bridgette made it across the same way covered in blood and went undetected by the zombies.
Cody, Izzy, Owen, and Sierra were next. Same as same. They made it across without too much trouble. Even though it drove Izzy nuts, that she couldn't just wipe them all out, but she participated. She went so far as she acted started to drool. They crossed and waited for the last for.
Lindsay, Beth, Tyler and Eva were the last ones to cross. They covered themselves in blood and started their cross. Lindsay was totally grossed out and refused to do it. But Tyler and Beth convinced her, quietly, it was the only way to get off the island.
11:59pm.
They were less than half way when Beth accidently tripped over her shoe laces and fell. She also accidently set her shotgun on the way down, alerting the zombies, that fresh meat had entered their territory.
Before Beth knew what was happening, a zombie was pulling her left arm out of her socket. Making a squishy sound. Beth let out a blood curdling scream She watched as the zombie started to munch on it. A second one came over and bit into the back of her head, taking a piece of her hair and flesh out.
Beth slumped down dead.
Lindsay screamed as her friend got consumed. She raised her shotgun and killed the zombie that had ripped a hole into Beth's head.
"Come on we have to run" Tyler screamed. He grabbed Lindsay by the arm and they started to run. "Come on Eva."
"No, I don't back down" Eva hissed at the zombies.
Lindsay and Tyler weaved in and out of zombies until they ran into the bushes, a couple chased after her, but most were focused on Eva.
Friday, May 18, 2012, 12:03am
Eva was surrounded. She aimed her shotgun, she had only seven shots. She took aim and took seven shot in a row. The first shot killed one, second two, third, fourth, and fifth, one, sixth three, and seventh one. She was now out of ammo. She dropped her shot gun and raised her pistol.
"I ain't going down alone" Eva yelled.
The zombies she had killed had been quickly and easily been replaced.
She had regretted not choosing the Ak47. She fired her six bullets of ammo and killed six in a row. She dropped the pistol.
She looked over and saw that Beth was rising to her feet, but he eye were the same shade of yellow as them.
Eva looked past her and saw Beth's shotgun. She quickly dodge the zombies swiping at her and grabbed Beth's shotgun.
It had only six bullets. She fired and killed several zombies. Then ran out of bullets, she then started to swat and kill zombies as she used the shotgun as a melee base weapon.
But Eva soon became tired as her arms as she started to lose stamina. She put up a great long fight, but she was out matched and outnumbered as she saw the numbers just grow bigger.
The zombies circled and got closer and closer.
How many more will eliminated before they escape the island. Who will be a hero and who will become the victim. Read, review and enjoy until chapter 7.