[day 175]
In a cold, dead building, Patrick stuck to the walls as he lead the other through the halls. He peeked around a corner to see a shadow of a person eclipsing the sunlight.
He let out a whistle and the shadow started to move. Patrick heard the gargling and growling.
A hand clasped onto the corner as a uniformed prowler lashed out, but met Patrick's blade head on.
It collapsed and Patrick noticed something. He rolled the corpse over to reveal a small machine gun clinging to the body with a strap.
He ripped it off and felt it's weight. He had gotten a lot more used to guns.
Behind him came Rose and Noah, each holding their own guns which they had found from guards.
Patrick flicked his flashlight around the corridor, exposing the floating dust and damp walls.
Not a sound filled the air except from their footprints, which came as a relief to them.
"Which way?" Asked Rose.
Patrick paused for a second, then chose to go right, ushering the pair to follow.
Both directions led to the same room anyway.
Within the room, there was a heavy door which was open ajar, a bad sign.
However, when Patrick opened it his eyes glazed over as if he'd come across a gold mine.
There were about 20 machine guns, rifles and handguns standing in individual racks, gathering dust.
They felt that it was their duty to take them.
Noah stepped forward with a duffel bag. One by one, Rose and Patrick passed the guns to Noah and he stuffed them into the bag, as well as some ammunition.
They had finished packing and in only a few minutes they were outside of the police armoury, deep into the city.
"Is the coast clear?" Patrick asked.
"All clear" Oliver stated, as he stood strong, watching the roads.
Patrick looked around and saw corpses filling the street.
"You sure?" Patrick asked
"I handled it," Oliver replied, "now come on, let's see what you got.
They opened the bag and displayed the weapons, Oliver let out an impressed whistle.
Rose snapped, insisting that they kept their voices down.
"Do any of you know how to fire these things?" Noah asked, "because I don't."
Oliver looked in the distance to see a prowler stumbling towards them.
"No fret," he said, pulling out a small machine gun from the bag, "let's practice on this sorry bastard."
Before they could stop him, he sprayed bullets towards the zombie, eventually hitting it in the brain.
"What are you doing?!" Noah hissed, grabbing the gun from him.
Patrick shushed them, he could hear something, a kind of rumbling. He walked forward, trying to determine the source.
It wasn't long before he found it.
Hundreds of prowlers slowly converged on them, like a river of bodies.
"Time to go!" Rose exclaimed as Noah and Oliver followed her into the truck.
Patrick ran towards them as the truck slowly started to drive away. He launched the bag and hopped on with it, his feet dangling over the sides.
Noah sped forward, his sweaty hands slipping on the steering wheel.
They were about to turn the corner when another horde halted them, this one bigger than the other.
One panic stricken breath after another, Noah reversed but stopped as the former horde closed in on them.
They were trapped, like rats in a maze. They couldn't stay on the road, so they all got out of the truck.
With the dead closing in on them and the stench of rot filling their noses, they knew that it was the end.
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Embrace The Madness: Cataclysm
HorrorThe world is dying and not a soul can save it, nor themselves. Patrick was a simple man going about his troubled life before the dead had risen. Now he has a chance to become something greater. Alongside his friends and allies, he must overcome powe...
