The zombie game

Chapter 35

 Ron was outside, hiding behind the truck, a barrage of bullets poking holes in it. He put his arm on the hood of the truck and sprayed blindly, four or five soldiers dropping to the ground like sacks of bricks. He sprayed a group of soldiers that were standing right at the entrance. There had to be an easier way to fight all these men.

He jumped into the driver seat of the truck, turned the ignition and hit the starter button, and he punched his foot on the gas. He sped the truck toward the CDC building, ducking under, bullets slamming into the window, glass tinkling upon the seat. And right before the truck was about to slam into the CDC building, he jumped out of the truck, tucking and rolling across the ground. A loud bang ripped through the air followed by a fireball that tore through the metal truck—a couple of soldiers were flung out of the way, bloody heaps on the sidewalk. He twisted around and blasted through the walls with his machine gun. Shrapnel was sent flying. Flames were licking away at the reinforced metal walls, slowly melting them into small, globs of molten fire.

Another explosion rocked the building as gunpowder from within the truck finally blew up, another fireball ripping through the flaming wreck of the military vehicle. Ron fired his weapon and shot a couple of more guards, blood splattering from their bodies as they were yanked backwards like ventriloquist puppets. He ducked right by the flame and fired through the cracks in the building, killing a few more of the soldiers.

He had to find Dave...that man had gotten too far and now he would have to pay—it was inevitable. Ron turned around and pounded toward the back of the building at top speed.

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Ken and Linda were in a small, dark room. Outside they heard the small coughing of gunfire and they decided to just stay in there for now.

“Why are we in here?” asked Linda. “We should fight.”

“I know we should and we will,” said Ken, looking up at her. The room they had locked themselves into was an armory; weapons were decorating the shelves and the walls, some of them medieval, most of them modern weapons—machine guns, grenades, rocket launchers, that kind of thing. Ken walked up to a bin and grabbed a small grenade from the top.

“What is that?” asked Linda.

“A flash bang grenade,” said Ken. “I read about these in books before the outbreak. They stun whoever is in their way.”

“So what are we to do?”

“Throw a couple of them and storm into the room guns blazing. They won't even know what hit them,” Ken said. He grabbed a shotgun from the rack and slung a machine gun over his shoulder. He took a couple of pistols and a high powered rifle and gave those too Linda. Ken slowly unlatched the door and pushed it open a crack, lobbing a couple of flash bangs into the room. The sounds of two blasts momentarily threw the entire battle into chaos.

Ken raised his shotgun and advanced forward. A man suddenly spotted him and tried to raise his gun, but Ken pulled the trigger of the shotgun. The man was sent flying. Damn that shotgun had a hell of a kick. Pain sheered through his arm.

Linda fired her machine gun and shot a man in the back. A splash of red erupted from large bullet holes in the man's back and he crumpled to the ground.

Then, Ken saw Dave firing at Joe.

He pulled the trigger, but the shotgun shell missed its mark. He rotated around and fired a couple of shots, hitting three men.

The sounds of gunfire filled the air.

A couple of moans suddenly broke through the gunfire, and when Ken turned around he saw zombies pouring into the building, mowing down guards.