The zombie game

chapter 32

Joe was slowly moving forward, all strength and hope depleting from him, when he figured he had to escape. Gun fire was present in the air. If he tried escaping he could get to Dave and finish off the fight that had been started back at the warehouse. He twisted around grabbed the soldier's gun, and elbowed him in the stomach, causing him to crumple to the ground. He squeezed off a round of the machine gun and watched as a couple of soldiers fell to the floor, blood showering from the wounds. Tom took a pistol from a dead soldier and pulled the trigger, shooting a soldier in the back, blood splashing crimson color along the wall. A guard was standing right in front of him, a machine gun raised, but Joe squeezed the trigger. Bullets tore through the man, blood splashing to the ground.

Joe raced back toward the room when bullet sliced through the air above him, smashing into the wall. Plaster shattered like glass, showering plaster dust to the floor like snow. Joe pivoted around on the balls of his feet and fired his machine gun, bullets tearing through both the guards. They crumpled to the ground in bloody heaps. Blood was smearing the floor.

A woman's scream shattered the sounds of gunfire.

Joe turned to the corner to see a woman being dragged away by a couple of snarling soldiers with machine guns. He dropped his empty machine gun to the floor and grabbed a pistol from a dead soldier, shooting the guard in the back of the head. Joe and his friends were determined to get the hell out of this place.

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“What the fuck?” demanded Jake.

“Those bastards!” shouted Dave. He pulled out his pistol. “Check the back door. Kill anyone you see in your way.”

“Yessir,” said Jake.

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Ron could hear the sounds of gunfire illuminating from the CDC building. Dear God, he thought, it had begun. He twisted the wheel of the truck. It fishtailed across the street and accelerated across the median, speeding and hurling toward the CDC building. The truck bounced across the street, sparks flying on the back fender. A few figures were limping out of the building, blood soaking their clothing. The gunfire was louder now.

Ron jumped out of the truck, raced to the back, and grabbed a couple of machine pistols from the back of the truck. A guard aimed a shotgun, ready to shoot another innocent civilian, when Ron fired his machine pistol, shooting the man in the chest. He fell backward. Another guard spotted Ron and fired his shotgun. He ducked behind the truck, bullet holes tearing through the metal. Glass shattered and tinkled across the ground.

Ron squeezed a round off into the guard and watched as the man fell to the ground, blood smearing down his chest. He moved from the back of the truck and advanced forward, both the machine pistols still raised, pinning to the wall. He twisted around in a 180 degree swivel and shot a couple of the guards. Blood and bodies were piled along the rooms in the building.

He saw Dave walk out of one of the rooms slowly and ducked down behind the wall. A soldier who had seen Ron shooting returned fire with his shotgun, the shells scraping against the wall.

He had to get in there somehow.