Survive

Chapter 12

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Stan screamed at us to help Clover with the zombies as they were getting closer to her. We used our current weapons to blow up and murder all the zombies until no more appeared.

The dozens and dozens of bodies were burnt to a crisp from my explosives and Stan's flamethrower seeing as he moved slightly to get a better shot at burning them all.

Stan's flamethrower was unusual, or that's what he said, it's not supposed to have a lot of range but the flamethrower was a long range weapon which shocked him which is how it worked so well at a farther distance.

We all cheered at our victory. We're finally free?

We put all our weapons away and looked around the top floor.

We found clothes, food and water to put in the rucksack Stan was still carrying, and a note beside the mutated dead body. I happen find the note and waited until everyone was closer together to read it out.

I cleared my throat loudly to grab everyone's attention. I unfolded the red stained paper to read out the final message.

"Survivors; you have survived. You killed me and I'm more than grateful. No need to know why but just know you made history. Grab all the needed resources and escape this prison I called my home. And if you find E1269, just burn it with a flamethrower. That's its weakness. Congratulations, survivors and I hope you all live good lives. X"

We all pondered on the final message. Was X forcefully a bad guy? Stan told us not to overthink it too much. We all nodded and grabbed whatever other resources we could find before slowly making our way back to ground level.

We dropped the bags filled with ammo and returned the weapons to the crates before we all smiled and laughed at each other. Group hug!

We all hugged together. So this was it; myself, Tracy, Clover and Stan. We were the final survivors.

Myself, Tracy and Clover turned around as Stan changed into clothes he found. When he was done, we turned back round to face him. He was wearing a black plain shirt with dark blue jeans and grey trainers. Surprisingly, his clothes fit him perfectly.

Him and Clover then turned around as myself and Tracy shamelessly got dressed together in our new clothes, sneaking kisses as we did. Tracy was wearing a black sports outfit that covered her whole body and black trainers. I was wearing a white tank top, light blue denim shorts and brown boots that had a small heel. Clover complimented us both. We couldn't help but smile and thank her.

We all then turned around as Clover changed into her outfit. We were given to cue to find her wearing a black hoodie, with nothing underneath the hoodie, green camo trousers, that had many different pockets, and black boots that tucked in the camo trousers.

We all realised our outfits are fairly plain but we expected nothing more than what we got. But luckily it wasn't any less.

We were all about to leave, as there was a huge exit to the outside world, when we heard rustling in the huge room. It was clearly on the bottom floor. Stan pushed passed us and grabbed the flamethrower. Good thinking.

We all stood behind Stan like a crowd following him as he guided us all to where the rustling came. It came from under the first ramp.

There was a lot of boxes under the first ramp. Different types of boxes; big and small, fat and thin, cube and cuboid, and so on.

Stan kicked the first box in front of him; which was a fat, light brown, wooden, cube box that was sealed shut with rusted nails.

He kicked it once more when something scary popped out of the box, flinging the top of the box to hit against the ramp then almost hitting us. The thing grabbed Stan and started biting at him.