Chapter 11

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Is that X?

The shadow was huge, disfigured and was a familiar shape to the three headed creature that was trying to kill us. But I still can't see X. Just the shadow.

We all uncovered our ears as the ringing disappeared whilst in my thoughts. We all looked at the huge shadow and was trying to figure out what we needed to do.

Tracy looked over to her right to find what looks like a weapon crate.

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The crate was mostly a rusty dark grey with dark yellow lines on the box but the yellow is slowly coming off. Tracy opened the crate to find a lot of different guns; pistols, snipers, auto and semi-auto rifles, shotguns, crossbows and flamethrowers. In another crate that looked the exact same was a separate weapon specifically for explosives, as well as finding grenades inside it.

Our jaws dropped. There was so much stuff. But with no ammunition?

Scrap that, Clover found a third replicate of the crate with ammunition.

Luckily Stan's a retired army soldier so he can help us understand how to use these guns and what the ammo looks like for each weapon. And that's exactly what he did.

The shadow remained in the same spot after half an hour of discussion. We all grabbed three weapons each and a large amount of ammunition.

Next to the crates were five bags to carry the ammo in but obviously one wasn't needed. We all grabbed one and continued on. Our mission was to get to that shadow.

We went up ramp after ramp, when we were met face to face with... zombies? Yep, we had to kill zombies to get to the shadow.

It was kill after kill, ramp after ramp. I don't know about anyone else but my legs are getting tired. I haven't sat down much and my stamina is running out quick.

We kept moving; ramp after ramp, kill after kill. Until I was met with a zombie with a face a recognised. It was Cole?! Is this what X meant ages ago when they said they may have a lovely surprise for me? This is horrible.

Cole, or the zombie that looked like Cole, started limping up to me as everyone else went ahead to the next ramp. Cole zombie was blocking my path.

I had a pistol, auto rifle and a grenade launcher on me. I held my pistol with both hands as I look at Cole zombie, I aimed the pistol at the zombie's head as tears escaped my eyes.

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