Chapter 3: Attacking the Neighborhood

Walking down the mountain was not an easy challenge. Many of the infected were found, and the shotgun dealt with most of them. The pistol took some infected lives. My blue jeans were covered with blood, and my green T-shirt was covered with red spots. If I got out of here alive, I was going to look like an evil man butcher (please tell me if I spelled that right).

Finally getting down from the mountain, the twilight was overcoming the sky. This is what I feared the most. Dying in day-light was not as scary as dying in night-time. Not to mention I only had about a handful buckshot. I needed another safe house. I used about half of my pills already, and my axe was covered in blood. As night fall fell, I entered a nice little neighborhood. All houses were one story, with the same roofing and bricks.

Cars were scattered everywhere. I rambled around and found some buckshot, and I had over 100 buckshot! But, my shotgun accidently shot a car, and it set off a car alarm. "HUAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I heard a loud shriek from a mile away. Suddenly, tens of hundreds of zombies came jerking around corners and speeding toward me! I shot my gun, and it tore apart two zombies. I shot again, with the same result. But still, even then, they still kept coming.

"Holy…….CRAP!!!!!!!!" I yelled. A zombie with a black hood suddenly jumped on me. It began to slash at me, and I was helpless. But I wasn't going to die this easily. I grabbed his paws, kicked him is his foot, and as he fell, I pulled out my pistol and shot it straight in the head. As it fell dead, about fifty zombies came from behind me and began to attack.

It was already bad enough, because at least 100 were already in front of me. Quickly thinking, another safe house was exactly to the right. I Ran in as fast as I could and slammed the door. I put the iron bar in the slot, and I picked up a new weapon, putting down my axe, so I could carry all 3 guns. The gun was an automatic SMG, with a red laser sight.

I stayed in the room, until the alarm went off, and then went outside. I shot like crazy, and the gun killed like half of the zombies died. The other half were scattered around, and I was determined to find them. I pulled out my shotgun, and shot a few stragglers. "Huh, a SMG. This will do just fine." I stated. This gun was working like a charm.

After 30 minutes, I had killed almost all of the remaining infected. As I returned to the room, got more ammo for all 3 guns, and I walked outside. It was a big mistake. Another zombie in a black hoody and a torn jean jumped at me, clawing at me like crazy. I had my shotgun out, and I shot. His stomach burst open, and he fell down to the ground.

My luck had somehow made its way back to me. This infected wasn't easy to kill, and it sure as heck could have killed me. He was on my list of special infected now. I called him Gasher, for he could have cut me open in a split second (this is a hunter, if you didn't know already). My hypothesis was correct, more of these special infected were about, and if I wasn't careful, I was dead. I wish I was wrong about some things and right about others. I wish I was wrong about special infected.

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