Infected

Chapter 5

Infected: Chapter V

I see John rolling on the floor boards, trying to put out the flames that caught on his back , I quickly turn back to the crowd of zombies leaping, ducking and diving through the front- RIP! A zombie has sneaked up to me and scratched a decent amount of tissue away, a gush of yellow zombie blood sprays in his face. I grab the Infected's head quick as a whip and bite a chunk out of its neck. I discard the dead body and try to ignore the pain as a sprint towards a crowd of zombies jumping at John as he moans in agony on the ground. I pick up my steel baseball bat off the wall beside me as I run. I swing at one zombie- BANG! The zombie's head is split in half, but as he falls he wrenches the bat out of my hands, I don't have time to pick it up, the Infected are almost on John! I dive at one, snap a teenage leg backwards, bite a chunk out of a 17 or 18 year old girl's chest ( I silently grin as I execute this ), snap that guy's neck. I speed around crazily, hearing a symphony of bones shattering and blood bursting. By the end of the siege I look like a bat out of hell, fingers and toes missing, shirt gone, jeans ripped, an enormous scrach across my chest, the chunk out of my face from yesterday, and there is yellow blood splattered all over me, I've lost all rememberance of whether it is mine or the infected's. John's wounds look infinticimal compared to mine. I gently take my configured PERFF gun out of my pocket and shoot the last few zombies in the head as they jump toward us. It took patience to shoot the last dog, but I eventually got it. I sit down and sigh with relief, John is out cold, I roll him over and check his burns. They don't look too bad, but left untreated they could hurt, alot. I run and grab the fire hose from upstairs and turn the pressure down to minimum, I wash him down and watch as the burnt skin turns the water almost into steam. I realise I will freak out John with how I look when he wakes up, so I wash myself down for good measure. I take the fly-spry out from the set of draws in the cupboard under the stairs and kill the flies that are feasting on the dead undead. I kneel down and start to finish off my lunch, John starts to stir, "You alright?" I ask between mouthfuls,

"Burnt ma' finger!" He says with a laughing grin on his face. I laugh and take another  bite. Our joke is instantly ruined by a zombie dog that smashes through the glass doors of the lounge-room and pounces onto JOHN!!