• “Hold up.” ordered Bill, seeing the zombie’s hand poking out of the pile of dead bodies. He squatted down and dipped his hand in green goop. “Haven‘t seen anything like this before.”

    “Don’t let that stop you from smearing it all over yourself.” Francis retorted. Bill wiped the goop on Francis.

    “They’re changing.”

    “Geez, Bill. It stinks!” Francis complained, wiping the goop off of him. Louis laughed. I yawned softly, realizing I haven’t sleep in a day. Guess the adrenaline about dying helped. That’s when I heard someone sobbing.

    “Someone‘s still alive.” I said, walking over to Bill. He shrugged. We both crouched down and walked over to a door, opening it. I pulled up my pistol and shone a flashlight over it. I saw a woman, who was crying. “Hello? Hello? It’s okay. We’re gonna-”

    Lightning flickered outside, showing what we were actually looking at. “Lights out!” Bill hissed, grabbing my pistol‘s light, flicking it off. The woman shook her head, sniffling. She lifted her head slightly, glancing at us with piercing red eyes.

    I didn’t realize that Francis and Louis noticed a hoard of zombies coming at them. I heard a shotgun firing and I knew that was Francis. That’s when Louis busted through the door, screaming.

    He didn’t know that there was a Witch in front of us.

    Louis flashed the light at the Witch, who jolted her head up. Her eyes were fierce and she hissed.

    “RUN LIKE HELL!” I roared. I ran out the door behind Louis. Bill grabbed the door knob and slammed it, managing to get some rounds into the crazy chick. Louis stood next to the door, out of breath. The Witch pounded on the door until her arm shot out. Louis screamed and took his sub-machine gun out, shooting at the Witch’s arm until the Witch was dead. The rest of us fought the hoard.

    “Stay together!” Francis yelled over the zombies.

    “AHHHH!” Bill yelled behind us. Smoker! Francis turned sharply, looking up at Bill, searching for the Smoker.

    “Hang on!” he ordered. He aimed his shotgun and blew the Smoker away. Bill dropped to the ground, covered with saliva. “Come on, get up.” Francis said, helping him to his feet. He shot two zombies that got near them. Bill looked up at him. “Merry Christmas,” Francis joked.

    More zombies began to come. I looked down and picked up a pipe bomb. “FIRE IN THE HOLE!” I screamed, throwing it. It beeped constantly, attracting the zombies. We all ducked behind cars as the bomb (and the zombies) exploded. I grunted, realizing I slashed my arm on a broken beer bottle. “Damn…” I grumbled. A helicopter stormed over head.

    “Hey! We’re over here!” Louis ran, screaming at the copter.

    A growl made a chill run down my spine. I looked at Bill and Francis, who heard it too. “Hunter…” I whispered. I looked up and Louis ran into the middle of the street. “s**t!”

    “We’re not infected! Down here!”

    We chased after Louis. We were out of the ally when he said, “Dammit.” The Hunter was out of sight. I went to get Louis when Francis’s tattooed arm blocked my path. I looked at him and he pointed at the rooftop. The Hunter.

    A ear-ripping scream came from Louis as the Hunter pounced. Louis screamed and I pushed Francis’s arm out of the way, since he wasn’t fast enough. I ran to Louis and shoved it off of him. The Hunter fell back and I poured pistol round into it. Then Louis started shooting, causing the Hunter to fall back and slam into the car. The alarm went off. Bill and Francis caught up to us.

    “Ah. This is gonna get bad.” Bill said, reloading his assault rifle.

    Then we were blocked off in the street, surrounded by a hoard. The hoard was screaming, running, climbing the fences…all to see us.

    That’s when we heard the deadly roar of a…Tank. It slammed into a car, lunging it at us, killing about twenty zombies.

    “Run or shoot?“ demanded Louis, backing away. “Run or shoot?!”

    “Both.” Bill replied, running. He shot every zombie in front of him. We ran after him, shooting the zombies behind us.

    “Get to the roof!” Louis called, pointing up at a building.

    “Go go go!” Francis yelled. I started up the fire escape with Louis behind. Bill helped Francis as we climbed. I stood at the top platform, shooting at zombies that got near them. “Come on. Come on!” Francis coaxed out the Tank, determined to kill it. It hit him, knocking him sideways. Bill fired at the Tank along with me and Louis. It slammed it’s fist at Bill, missing and smashing it into the wall. Francis got up and started up the fire escape.

    “Heads up!” Louis called. The Tank threw a rock, smashing part of the fire escape behind Louis, narrowly missing Francis. Bill was about to head up the fire escape when he was face-to-face with a zombie. A bullet ripped through it’s head and Bill looked up.

    “Go! I’ll hold them off!” I screamed, shooting at the oncoming zombies. Bill ran up the fire escape with the Tank smashing the floor almost out from underneath him. He jumped and Louis caught him, pulling him up on the roof.

    I was at the top of the fire escape when I took my two pistols and shot at the beast. He slammed into a staircase attached to my platform, causing me to drop my pistol. I turned to get on the roof when he slammed into the platform, making it drop beneath me. “Francis!” I called, raising my free hand as far as it would go. I closed my eyes, knowing it would be certain death. Then someone grabbed my hand. I looked down at the Tank, who collided with the ground. Certain death for him. I looked up and Francis pulled me up. Louis came over and grabbed me and helped me up. They had hold of my sides and they sat me on my knees on a metal sheet. Francis sat against the wall near me and sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

    “We made it...” Louis smiled. “I can‘t believe we made it!” he howled.

    “Son, we just crossed the street. Let’s not throw a party until we’re out of the city.“ Bill said, taking a long drag from a fresh lit cigarette. I sighed and held my face in my hands.


    I grabbed a shotgun and loaded up with ammo, along with another pistol to replace my fallen one. I twirled it in my hand and inserted it into my vacant holster on my left leg.

    “Show off.” Francis scoffed. I rolled my eyes. “Are we ready to-.”

    “If any one is hearing this, go to the hospital. We will evacuate on the roof...” said a voice coming out of a helicopter flying by.

    I grabbed a med kit and strapped it on my back. I cocked my shotgun. “Guess we’re ready.”

    Bill, Louis, and Francis nodded. I smiled.

    “C’mon. Let’s go though the apartments.” Bill ordered, pointing at a door that lead into the lower apartments.

    “Apartments, huh? Good idea. But sounds dangerous.” Louis replied, nodding his head.

    Bill grinned. “That’s because it is, son.” he replied, opening the door. He lead us into the buildings with his SMG and popped each zombie in his way, along with mine and Francis’s shotguns and Louis’s SMG.

    We were making our way through the apartments when we ran into a Boomer, which puked on Bill and me. “DAMMIT!” I cursed. I didn’t get time to wipe the goop off, since a hoard of zombies came to greet us. Not exactly the welcome wagon. Louis managed to make the Boomer boom into pieces. I began firing my shotgun so it would blow away the zombies that surrounded me. I was blind, of corse, and almost shot on of my teammates. Then the dreadful scream came and I realized that Francis was screaming.

    “Get this mother-” he yelled as the Hunter began ripping at him, tearing at his skin. The Hunter fell off and I smiled. Francis stood up and looked at me. “Thanks.”

    “Thanks for catching me.” I smirked, reloading my shotgun. He nodded, killing another zombie. We all ran through the street when I felt a tongue lick my ear. “I can’t believe I’m saying this…But, is that your tongue in my ear, Francis?” I turned to look at him. He was jolted into the air and I felt something wrap around me, pulling me in the air. SMOKER! Francis slammed into the wall and I slammed into him.

    “Two? You got to be kidding me!” Francis yelled, trying to break free of the tongue. “HELP!”

    Bill and Louis heard our cries and managed to kill the Smoker that bounded Francis. He ran up and hit the tongue holding me hostage, and the Smoker got away. I fell on some trash bags. Francis grabbed my hand, trying to pull me up. His hand slipped from mine and I fell again. I decided to stand up by using the wall.

    He looked at his gloved hand. “Blood?” he looked at me and then down to my arm, where the glass had shred my jacket.

    “I got cut, okay? Nothing major.” I replied.

    “Not yet, at least.”

    We began moving again and found the Safe House, an confined area that zombies can’t come in. They were set up when the zombie attacks started. Too bad that the people who set them up never got to use them. There’s at least four or five in each major part of the cities.

    “There’s a Witch. Flashlights off.” Bill ordered. He then cursed. “She’s in front of the Safe House.”

    “I got it,” I said, pulling out a Molotov Cocktail and a lighter. “You all be ready to shoot.”

    I began walking towards the Witch. A hand grabbed my arm.

    “We are NOT condemning you to suicide, Zoey.”

    I was surprised that Francis was objecting to the idea.

    “Excuse me? I’m not killing myself, that’s why you are standing by.” I growled.

    “Francis,” Louis started. He pulled Francis’s hand away from my arm. “We got her back, nothing bad is going to happen to her.”

    Francis shook his head. I took his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. “I got this. Just be ready to shoot.”

    I walked up closer to the Witch, lighting the Molotov. She looked up at me with her red eyes. She stood up, groaning softly. I threw the Molotov at her chest, lighting her on fire. “Guys! Now!” I yelled as she ran at me. I grabbed out my combat shotgun, firing all ten bullets at her. “GUYS!”

    “Ugh!” they yelled behind me. I looked back and they were covered in Boomer bile, fighting a hoard of zombie.

    A trickle of fear and death streamed down my spine. Because I was alone now…with a pissed off Witch that wanted me dead.


    Ten minutes later.


    “OUCH!” I screamed, jolting away from him. He grabbed my hand and nodded to Louis. Louis grabbed my shoulders and held me down. “Geez, this is worse then the Witch attack.”

    Francis sighed, not trying to lift my jacket’s sleeve anymore. I cringed. “All right,” he sighed. “Take it off.”

    “Excuse me?”

    “Your jacket.”

    “Oh.” I said. I removed my jacket and he lifted my white shirt, only exposing my ribs and stomach. He pressed the rag filled with peroxide on the wounds.

    “Damn, Zoey. That Witch got you good.”

    “Yeah, thanks. I must’ve missed that.” I growled. I winced as the peroxide’s foam bubbled from my wounds. “She’s not very hygienic either.”

    He laughed and wiped it off carefully. Louis handed him a roll of bandages and they wrapped it around my waist. “Thanks, guys.” I smiled. Francis grabbed my hand, out stretching my arm. “Wait. What?” He poured more peroxide on the gash. “HOLY SH-!” I clamped my mouth shut with my hand. “Mmmmm!” I roared. Louis wiped it off and wrapped my arm. He handed me my jacket. I picked up the peroxide and wet a clean rag with it, still feeling my arm pulse from all the pain. “Alright, Francis. Your turn.”

    “Er. I’m fine. Really.” he laughed nervously. I looked over to Bill, hoping for some support. But he was asleep. I smiled and laughed silently. I looked over to Louis, who nodded. “What are you guys-“

    Louis pushed Francis on the ground and put his foot on him. Francis reacted quickly and shoved Louis away. I jumped on Francis, lifting his shirt to show his stomach.

    “Now that’s more like it.” he smiled. I pushed the peroxide on his wounds and he froze. “Ow. Ow. OW! Zoey! ZOEY!”

    “Shut up!” I growled. “Look at that, it’s infected. Ick.” I wiped off the peroxide and helped him to his feet. He snatched away the bandages I had and wrapped them around his waist. He pulled his shirt back down and I laughed. He rolled his eyes.