The light gradually increased, revealing the colours of the landscape. Orange covered the horizon, and some of the buildings in Alamogordo. The city looked beautiful and serene, and none of us could remember it looking more so, but its appearances were deceiving. Uncle Pyro pulled a camera out of nowhere and started taking pictures. I would have done, but I didn't have my camera. Uncle Demo decided that it was time to attack the zombies, and we set off.
Walking down E10th Street, bodies lay festering on the ground. Flies buzzed around them, and I almost threw up. But there were no sign of zombies, nor of any survivors, and there was the strange feeling of being followed. An air raid siren wailed in the distance, giving Alamogordo an eerie feeling. Dad and most of the other mercenaries were unaffected by it, but Uncle Pyro and myself got irritated. Well, I got irritated. Uncle Pyro seemed to be irritated by the siren. We continued down E10th Street.
I wasn't really paying much attention to anything, lost in my thoughts about how nice the day would turn out, judging by the lack of clouds in the sky. However, I was awoken from my daydreaming by Uncle Demo, who shouted "INCOMING!"
Uncle Engineer was quick off the mark, stating that he was laying down a sentry. But it wasn't one of those big ones with rockets that I vaguely remembered when dad and the others were in Coal Town. No, this sentry was midget sized, with a flashing red light on top and white checkers on the side.
Dad pulled his rifle up, and aimed, while Uncle Soldier fired rockets at the zombies, and Uncle Demo set up a trap for the zombies. Uncle Pyro pulled me and Bartley a short distance down College Avenue, obviously trying to keep us safe, and also to set up an ambush. From where we were, I could see dad and the others fire at the zombies, and it was loud.
Soon, the small horde was dead. The presence following us revealed itself to be a crazed gunman with a rifle. He shouted to us that we'd done well, but to remember one thing: aim for the head. We continued once again down E10th Street. By this point, I started wondering why we were there. Sure, I could guess that dad and the other mercenaries, despite a dislike for Uncle Spy and his profession, wanted revenge for his death. But we weren't just there for that.
We stopped at around nine for something to eat, sheltering in Heights School. While we were eating, Uncle Pyro walked around the school. None of us knew why, and we didn't want to ask, as we'd just get indecipherable mumbling in reply. After about five, maybe ten minutes, the pyromanic returned, and mumbled something.
Uncle Engineer, who had the best idea of what Uncle Pyro said, asked what it was going on about. Uncle Pyro mumbled something again, and Uncle Engineer said that the pyromaniac had found a group of survivors in one of the classrooms near the other end of the school.
Uncle Soldier and Uncle Demo voted to pay the survivors a little visit, and Uncle Pyro showed us where the survivors were.
Personally, I expected a larger group of survivors than the one we found. In fact, it wasn't a group. It was a couple. Still, it coincided with what Uncle Spy said about survivors before he died. Thinking about Uncle Spy, I didn't know about how he got to Uncle Demo's home as badly injured as he was. Maybe he was just so desperate to tell us about the zombies.
The survivors didn't talk much, nor did they want to be with us. I think that they were perfectly happy sitting in an empty school classrooms during zombie apocalypses. Some people enjoy doing weird things, though. We left the school.
At that point in time, I'd made an educated guess as to where we would be going. Aperture Science's Benson Ridge Weapons Facility.
A/N Reviews would be appreciated, and no, that crazed gunman wasn't Father Grigori from Half Life 2. Even if they seem similar.