“A gasp, a scream…and all was silent, I crept up to the window and looked through it, a good thirty zombies where there; lying on the ground, against the wall, vomiting, stumbling…
I got into position around a half broken door, I brought my hunting rifle’s scope up to my eye and looked around. I fired , one zombie dropped; her…it’s… brains scattered a good two yards across the concrete, another came into view, eyeing up a potential meal; another shot, and it goes down as well.
A sickly cough, and my heart raced. A Smoker! I located it on the roof of the opposite building, staring right through me. It’s tounge was hidelosuly long, and it spat it out. It wrapped around Zoey’s neck and the Smoker pulled…dragging Zoey with it, kicking and screaming.
Francis ran after her, I focused on the Smoker and fired…but missed.
“Get it off me, get it off!!” Shouted Zoey, the long sickly tounge choking her.
I shot again, and hit it, we called it a smoker for a reason, it gave out a huge cloud of smoke then fell, it’s tounge limp now that the head was no longer attached to it’s body.
Too late, screams all around us, Zoey’s cry had awoken the horde.
We assumed positions, I kept watching the street, Bill was watching my back. Zoey and Francis were back to back on the street below. A growl and Francis was down, hit by a hunter. I had already targeted the hunter and shot it, but the damage was done, a huge gaping hole in his adobmen.
The horde drew closer, running, screaming, eager for food. Zoey had her duel pistols out, shooting at this massive steamroller collection of Zombies, one grabbed her from behind, I took aim…but was covered in bile. I turned around and saw a Boomer, a huge monstroity of flesh whose liquidised and oddly voilitile innards attracted these beasts. Bill was down, his skull caved in. I pushed the boomer away and fired again. An explosion and I’m covered in even more bile.
I look down and see Zoey free of her captors, of course, they love boomer bile and wouldnt miss the oppotunity to eat boomer bile along with some rare meat.
I take Bill’s assult rifle and fire into the horde, they drop but are as quickly replaced. I throw one ofmy pipe bombs and the horde can’t resist a beeping stick. They gather around it, trying to pick it up and shoving others out of the way.
‘BOOM’
I jump down to meet Zoey, she asks about Bill and I tell her.
“…Goodbye, old man” she says to Bill’s body.
A Roar, and we both look to our left; a Tank, a massive bastard whose simple goal in life is to pound everything to little pieces. It lifts up a car and flings it, I push Zoey out the way and try to move myself…too late, the car’s bonnet hit’s me…
…I awake and watch as Zoey empties her last clip into the tank, no effect. The Tank runs up to her and punches her, sending her 20 feet away. She dosent get up.
Then a light catchs my eye, a medkit, a god-damn medkit! I crawl to it with my one good arm and start patching myself up. Getting ready to face that Tank.”
-Louis