"Okay be careful, as far as we know no one's set up base here" Ace says, "If no one else has there's still some guns and ammunition here"
"I'm still kind of surprised Racist Ronald died, he had like an entire bunker's worth of guns" Will says, forgetting the part where Ronald was 93.
"Hey dumbass he was like four-thousand years old" I remind him.
"Yeah I guess you're right, why did he even have the guns in the first place then?" The dumbass responds, just as usual he forgets one part of the puzzle and completely fails it. If it wasn't for that he'd actually be quite smart. Too bad he's a chaotic dumbass.
"He's had those guns for years dude! Like he was collecting guns since he was like 30"
Will opens up the door and takes three steps inside.
"Guys come in it looks saf-" a zombie dives at him from behind the door, knocking him the the ground. This zombies looks different from everything we've seen though, It's body is covered in a layer of hard armor made of fungus. The zombie pins him to the ground. He tries to push the zombie off but it doesn't work. Ace charges in and swings her hatchet and hits it in the back of its neck. What is normally a fatal blow only stuns the Zombie for a quick moment of time. The Zombie spins it's head and lunges at Ace. Ace is knocked to the ground. HELL. NO. I sprint in, I swing my bat at it's head, I see a few bits of the fungus armor fly off. It swings at me but I dodge, I grab it's arm and swing my bat again. BAM! Even more armor flies off. There is a clear weak spot now. I swing one more time. FWOOSH! Shit it dodged! It jumps at me knocking me to the ground. I get the wind knocked out of me as I hit the ground.
Fuck I can't stop it, I can barely breathe. It's overpowering me! Shit shit shit shit shit! I punch it in the throat, it does nothing but hurt my hand.
"AHHHH" Ace's Hatchet gets lodged into the head of the Zombie. It's body goes limp.
She stretches her arm out. I grasp it. I blush. Her touch is so calming to me. How can she be so collected? We just got attacked by some weird mutated zombie! I almost fucking died! But somehow seeing her calm keeps me calm. How the hell is she so calm?!
"What the fuck was that thing?" William asks, out of breath and spooked.
"Well it ambushed you. So maybe we can call it a Hunter?" Faith suggests.
"Yeah... Alright I'm fine with that. That uhh, that makes sense." William says.
A few minutes pass and we finally find where Racist Ronald kept his guns. After taking inventory this is what we found.
•94 Live Grenades
•56 boxes of ammo
•49 Pistols
•34 ARs
•13 Sniper Rifles
•3 Confederate Flags
•1 American Flag
"Ain't some of this stuff like crazy illegal? How'd he get this stuff?" William inquires.
"There were always rumors that he bought illegally, I guess we know they were true" Ace responds.
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Survivors of the Horde
General FictionA group of teenagers survive a horde of zombies, killing almost everyone in their small mid-western town. How will these teens react to finding out their friends survived? How do they survive? How long can they survive? Read to find out. Note: sorry...
