The zombie game

chapter 27

Joe closed his eyes and waited for Dave to pull the trigger. He figured he was going to die anyway, so he didn't even attempt to fight it. But then he began thinking about death and how scared he truly was in this place. He figured he could try to escape anyway. When Dave put his finger on the trigger guard, Joe twisted the chair around, taking Dave in the face, causing him to slam into the wall. The chair shattered as it struck Dave. A rogue shot rang out and the room had descended into chaos. Joe grabbed a leg from the chair and screamed, charging at Dave, slamming the leg in his face. Dave whipped around and kicked out his right foot, taking Joe in the knee cap, causing him to tumble to the floor with a groan of pain.

A couple of gunshots rang out. Tom grabbed a guard by the arm and swung him around, the bones popping. He slammed his leg into the back of the guards thighs, watching as he twitched on the ground, screaming in pain. Tom grabbed the machine gun and pulled the trigger. A guard flew backward into the wall, blood splattering the wall.

Dave sprung forward, grabbing Joe by the neck and sending him falling to the ground. Joe was wriggling around on the ground, trying to get up, trying to kick out, the massive man pinning him to the ground. Joe lashed his foot out, striking Dave in the groin. He sprawled to the floor. Joe knelt over him and smashed his fist against his face, blood exploding from his nose.

Linda swung around, taking a man in the knee cap and completely shattering it. She grabbed a pistol from the man, swung around and fired at a couple more of the guards who were running toward her. She raced at one and jumped, kicking him in the chest, crushing his ribs. The man was sprawled on the ground, rubs jutting out of his chest.

She lashed her fist out and took a guard in the throat. He folded to the ground, windpipe having been crushed. Linda was strong. She danced around the room, kicking and punching guys in the face.

Ken hid behind a wall, periodically firing behind him. A guard was hit in the chest and sent flying backward, and another man was shot in the head. Smoke was already filling the room and the sounds of gunfire were alive in the air. Ken squeezed off a round. The bullets missed a man who had taken cover behind a wall.

Ken removed the clip and threw the gun to the side. While the man was reloading Ken ran from cover and grabbed the man's arm, twisting it around articulately, and smashing his foot into his back—he crumpled to the ground.

Dave swiped his foot under Joe, taking him down to the floor. He rolled to the right and avoided another blow from the man. Dave pounced like a cat and grabbed Joe by the arms, pinning him to the ground. Joe grappled with Dave, slamming his foot into Dave's chest, causing him to fly backward, breathless. He was sitting on the floor, slumped against the wall, weary and bleeding, holding his head with his hands. Joe jumped at him, but apparently he was still strong, because he knocked Joe out of the air with a seeming flick of the wrist. He hit the wall.

An explosion rocked the building.

Tom twisted around and fired his pistol. The popping of gunfire was nearly deafening in the air. He lunged at another guard and bounced his head off the wall, blood smearing the spiderweb cracks of plaster, and he whipped around and downed another guard, the bullet flying from the gun and burying itself in the man's throat. A fountain of blood burst from the man's neck.

Dave slowly stood up and charged at Joe. Joe raised his hands and blocked the sudden blow, twisting around, the fist sideswiping his side. He fell to the floor and groaned with pain, but when Dave came up to him and smiled, Joe scissor kicked him and he crumpled to the ground. Joe smashed his right arm into the man's chest. All he felt was muscle. Dave clambered upward and threw Joe into the wall.

He quickly recovered and charged at Dave screaming, tackling him. The figures were sent sprawling to the ground, legs tangled like two passionate lovers. They rolled around on the floor, beating each other. Joe slammed his fist in Dave's face and felt the nose give away and heard the snap. Blood glistened on his knuckles. Dave raised his fist and pounded Joe's face. He grunted with pain and tried to wriggle his way off the mass of muscle, but he slammed his fist into Joe's face again. Blood welled from Joes face as he struggled to get up. He was being pinned down by Dave.

Joe kicked out his foot and smashed it into Dave's leg. He was sent sprawling, rolling off of Joe, leaving Joe enough room to get up. He stood up and jumped away. Dave didn't look good. His face was crimson red, smeared with blood, and his eyes were like giant orbs on the front of his face. He sprung at Joe, but he jumped out of the way. Dave tumbled forward, his hands grasping the wall. He nearly fell to the floor, smearing on the blood.

Ken was sitting on the floor. He had blood pouring down his arm. He raised his machine pistol and pulled the trigger. A man fell to the floor, shredded with bullets. The gunfire had slightly diminished.

“We need to get out of here!” Ken shouted.

“We have to!” screamed Tom.

“NO!” bellowed Dave. He grabbed Joe by the arm and twisted it around until he let out a scream that echoed throughout the whole room. A couple of more gunshots cut through the air. Tom screamed as he pirouetted around, blood splashing from his arm. He fell to the floor like a sack of bricks. Joe turned around and stared at the limp figure. Dave pushed him to the ground and kicked him in the back. He fell to the floor.

Tom was wailing on the floor. A guard was walking toward him, machine gun in his hands, and he aimed it at Tom, about ready to fire.

“No!” shouted Joe. He bounded over the limp body of Tom and tackled the guard, sending him flying backward. A couple of rogue shots were fired in the air and Joe rammed his hand into the man's throat, cracking the windpipe. He fell limp in his hands. Dave jumped at Joe again.

He rolled to the ground and kicked his foot out, taking Dave right under the chin, causing him to grunt with pain. Beads of blood trickled down the side of his neck. He fumbled for his pistol, grasped it with sweaty hands, brought it up, and pulled the trigger. The bullet streaked across the sky and smashed into the metal wall, sparks flying. Joe ducked down as another bullet cut through the air like a knife, pinging off the floor a few inches from him.

Ken and Linda were crouching a few feet away, unable to calculate where exactly the gunshots were coming from.

“Get back here!” Dave screamed. He fired and fired and fired. Bullets pinged off the metal wall, sparks flying, nearly avoiding Joe by inches.

He was crouched behind the wall, bullets pelting the wall.

Then something happened very quickly.

Footsteps on the floor. And about fifty men dressed in black, carrying machine guns, entered the room.