"Round here!" Carter commanded.
The air was hot and sticky, making us sweat like fools. I often found myself tripping and stumbling over my own feet as I ran. We were tired. Stuck in a wild race.
I followed him around a curve, and we made our way to the town's sherif department. Carter told me it was empty - had been ransacked - and was the perfect place to store these undeads.
We could hear them upon us, getting closer. Too close for my liking.
"What are we going to do?" I asked, as we pushed past dead bodies and fallen trash cans.
"We need to find a way of locking them in..." He paused, mid-sentence.
We were getting closer. I could now see that the lights inside were all switched off and the font door was wide open.
I looked up to him and asked "what were you going to say?"
He looked around his shoulder and then grabbed onto my arm. He pulled me on, telling me to hurry. "I'm. We're going to burn the building down."
When we reached the porch, Carter turned round and pointed his pistol up, to the sky. He pulled the trigger and the gun boomed. The bullet shoot out into the air, leaving the gun smoking.
The undeads screeched. Out from the surrounding houses, more appeared. Each one looking as hungry as the next.
We rushed into the building, leaving the door open. Carter pulled me through the reception, and the hall.
"Go round the back." He told me "the oil will be hidden there, near the gas canisters. Bring it to me and fast."
I pushed past him and rushed through the offices and store-rooms. I quickly found an exit to the back, pushing the bar down and out, sunlight flooded in. In the back courtroom, stored in a large rack, several oil cans stood. Jackpot.
It was heavy and awkward to hold, but the thought of all those undeads in the reception, pushed me onwards.
Carter held the door open for me and told me to give him the can.
He begun spilling the oil, around the reception door. When he finished, he pushed the door open and began emptying the oil in there. The undead tried to grab him, but before they could do so, I followed him and shot several in the head. He pored extra on the dead bodies . The undeads were flooding in, each one climbing upon the other.
I grabbed onto Carter's arm and shouted for him to go. He followed me out the door, but before we got there, he threw back a lit lighter. We ran out the door, as the fire behind us started to enfold.
I blocked the door with a table, to stop any from escaping round the back. The heat was spreading and already almost too unbearable to deal with. We chased the fresh air, ending up out the back. We climbed to gate and pushed on, through the yards of several houses.
"I opened a few of those gas canisters, once the fire reaches, BOOM!" I informed him.
He laughed, " We did it, boy! We did it!"
Suddenly Carter dropped to the ground and started to groaning loudly. He grasped his bloody wounded shoulder and screamed out.
I looked around. The fire must be growing, we had to get moving to get away quick enough.
"Carter. Carter! We have to go now, come on!" I told him as I began pulling him up.
He was so god damn heavy.
Balancing his weight onto my own, I walked his faint body down the path.
"Where to now?" I asked him.
As I helped him over a fence, he told me to go left.
Eventually I managed to get him to the street with the Kindergarden, but he was faint and hardly in shape to go on.
"You've lost too much blood." His wound was in a sanguinary state. The blood had been constantly dripping from the gap in his skin. It was blue with dark broken tissues.
The sight made me gag.
He pointed to a brightly coloured blue bungalow, that was decorated with paintings of flowers and butterflies. I'm guessing this was a kindergarden... or a self help centre.
We stumbled over to the doors. They were locked and it looked dark inside.
"Are you sure this is the correct.."
He noodled.
I knocked on the door first softly then harder, when no response had come.
After the fourth attempt, a sudden flash of movement could be spotted through the door window.
"Hello? Hello? Please help! I have your friend here, Carter! He's injured, please help.." I shouted out, my throat straining with exhaustion.
A flashlight. A flashlight began moving, it's beam of light pointing in my direction.
The door opened revealing a young man. He had tanned skin and a messy mop of dirt hair. In his hand, he held a flashlight.
"Who the hell are you?" He snarled.
"I'm..."
He spat at my shoe and looked straight into my eyes, "I don't care, it was a rhetorical question, douche bag."
Starring at Carter's wound, he must of realised he had no choice but to let me in.
He guided us into a small room, that had carpet on the ground and finger painting stuck on the walls. The floor was inhabited with blankets, cushions and rugs. I guess this is where they slept.
"Through here." He mumbled
We walked through the classroom into a large kitchen area. Sitting at a large plastic table were six people. Each one watched us as we walked in; some remained on their chairs, others ran to help.
A tall woman ran out the room, returning seconds later with a blanket in her arms.
We placed Carter upon it.
"He was caught in a gun shot. I was aiming for the undead that was on top of him, but the bullet went straight though it's body, into Carter's shoulder. I carried him here." I tried to explain to them, but they waved me off and ordered for me to keep away.
Feeling guilty for the mess, I walked out the room to find silence. Silence is what I needed to think.
To find out what happens next, read 'Team' which is up and ready to read! Thank you for reading!