Chapter: 7 the damned
Its hell out there exclaimed Bill, as he saw a bunch of survivors getting eaten by the horde of the faceless, one of them his hairdresser boss Jimmy the comb, named like that because of his bad come over, he was good guy.
This is the end taught James, it's us or them, and with that he put on a different suit he had found in the office safe. It was white embroider with silver and green dragons. Apparently wearing it relaxed him thus giving him greater sharp shooting skills. Its time for the damned to vanish into nothingness, he said as he eyes shun with red madness.
Pierot exited by that shouted Yeah finally, with that he opened the doors to the place of restlessness and started bashing left and right, James closely followed as he shot all, and dropped all. Luis was using a jap sword he had found on the floor, probably dropped by one of the survivors, and was cutting away into them wit great ease, as if cutting cardboard.
The T kid aka Justin was killing those that approached too much, he was the close quarter's fighter. It was amazing how none of them got bit. It was just something that none of them could afford.
Bill and Justine were running close behind, Bill killing with accuracy, and Justine kicking away at those closest to them, suddenly something fell, form the sky, a rope and from that rope slid a man wearing a suit. He had a flamethrower in his hand, and purified the surrounding area.
Pierot looked at him, holy shit man it's you Frank.
Hey kid responded Frank long time no see.
The burning bodies soon disintegrated leaving room for more of the same to come. Frank dropped the flame thrower and picked up a bottle of jin, he took a gulp and threw it in the air, James saw it and shot it, the explosion startled the zombies, opening a small time frame for them to escape. They all ran and Pierot felt his eyesight going blurry, he looked at the stars and suddenly a grin grew on his face.
It was time he sensed, time to wreak havoc. He grabbed Justine by the side, gave her a kiss and than ran at the zombies, sacrificing himself for the others to escape.
He was alone now, him against a multitude of rotting animated flesh, huh he said, his heart was pounding with excitement as he heard his friends calling to him.
What and miss the party, I don't think so.
He ran at the zombies, guitar in one hand a flaming cloth piece wrapped around the other and jumped in the fray hitting what he could and laughing maniacally as he did. The zombies were burning and falling. Pretty early though the alcohol ran out and the handkerchief was no more. All that was left was his courage, his brains and his trusty guitar.
Alice grew weary, this was boring, all this killing of nothingness, it wasn't real, killing the dead was no fun.
Pierot then saw Maggie enter the main hall just a few feet in front of him; she was alone wielding a pole and striking at everything. He made a path to her dropping the zombies left and right, he ran at her and they kissed passionately as the zombies surrounded them. He had whisky in his mouth and she had fire, as they kissed the fire blew from every pore of their bodies killing the Zombies and purifying this earth.
None of them were injured; she was a witch after all. And he was madness after all.