What happens when three travels, tangled in the consequences of the apocalypse, stumble on an innocent. looking cabin?
"One more step and I'll blow your fucking brains out", he warned, in a deep voice.
He didn't see the people in front of his gun as...
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The youngsters run towards the grown-ups, spreading themselves out and readied their weapons.
Nathan laughed in disbelief.
"Well, at least we can a chance to try our new weapons"
This was when the conflict began.
Leon continuously emptied the contents of his revolvers into the heads of every corpse that came his way, splattering his new clothes in blood and brain matter.
Nathan grip on his bat was deadly.
His arms persistently swung his metal instrument into the weak skulls of his attackers, his rod becoming increasingly striped with tissue and DNA.
Now and again, his ribbed boots made an appearance, finishing the job with his arms started to cramp.
For her first time handling a firearm in a while, Iris was overseeing her defence relatively efficiency.
She knew when to reload and aimed with professional ability.
It took her a few misses to get the hang of it, but once her shells shot through the domes of the walkers, she wasn't skipping a single body.
Sarah was slightly struggling with the weight of her instrument but was able to just about keep up with her attacker, opting to put her chunky boots into use.
Aden was hesitant to release his knives, so he started by chopping into the heads and necks of his enemies with his machete.
This large blade effortlessly sliced and diced his foes motionless, leaving them hacked up and bloody.
With enough confidence, Aden reached for his smaller knives.
Too caught up in the moment, the dagger left his hand prematurely, lodging its self into its arm.
If he had thrown it at a human, this injury would be detrimental.
However, it wasn't a human, it was a zombie, so the landing of the knife was practically ineffective.
This caused Aden to panic as he scrambled to pull out a second blade.
This gave the walker time to tackle Aden to the ground.
It's drool pooled into Adens cheeks as he struggled with the carcass.
It's mangled body wriggled and jabbed his tender cuts and bruises, causing the boy to groan and shout out in pain.
The discomfort distracted him so much that his arm slipped from his grip and sent the zombie's body to descent towards his own.
