Where Are We Going? -Mob Of The Dead

Not dead after all -Chapter 1.

Ferguson approached my cell, twirling his baton with good feelings. "How we doin' tonight Ferguson?" I asked, Ferguson looked at me with a grin of pleasure. "Doin' good. My boy, Tommy? Turnin' six tonight! He said in enjoyment. I swept a tear out of my eye, like I knew the irony that's about to happen. I then take a swig of water from my tin-cup. "Ain't that swell."He continues on to Neighboring inmate, Finn O'leary. "Hey Finn, got the tip's for Saturday night's Race?" Finn was the Gambler of us. Always fortunate with a keen eye on gambling, played his kards just right. "I'm working on it. Right now." He says, he took one last good look at the man. We all knew what was going to happen. We've been here before. We can here Weasel's coughs and moans in his cell, as Ferguson approaches his cell to investigate, Billy walks out of the dark. Match lit, Cigarette smoked. "Gonna shut em' up. Or do I have to." He looked down to his Cigarette, trying to ease his mind before Hell broke loose. "You know the rules, no talking!" He bangs his baton against the Cell. Ferguson then approaches Arlington's cell. "Agh! You gotta get the Doc'!" Weasel cried, he was always known for faking a doctor's appointment to get a look around the Prison. You know, for parts and that. He was always a thinker, and a tinkerer. "This better the be real Deal, Arlington" He unlocked his Cell, only to drop to the floor Dead.

Weasel dispatches from his cell, with a makeshift knife, and the keys in the other. "Let's get a move on."Billy walks from his cell with 4 Remington Snub Revolvers. "Here you go fella's. Courtesy of the Warden's private collection." Al questions. "Boys did their job and stach the parts?" Billy discards his Cigarette, replying "Course' they fricken' did." We all look over to see something emerge from the cage, limping violently to attention. "The hell? I killed him, I swear!" Billy looks over and says. "You' been in the joint to long Al, you forget how to get crap done." Ferguson rises from his limp stance and screams menacingly, and Billy steps ahead to take fire. Ferguson only stutters from his position, and looks back angrily, walking forward. "The hell?" He says. We all gather in a line to open fire. Slowly but surely we kill him. Acid starts leaking from the roof. "This ain't right. Somethin's wrong here." Al says fearfully. Finn replies "You don't say, Arlington..." We here more of those things. "Where are those screams comin' from!?" The dead raised from cells, came from the roof, or dug straight from the ground up. We we're all ready to fight, but Weasel turns the other direction, meeting eye to eye with an undead, violently grabbing at him. Weasel Responds to killing it off with a shot to the mouth. We're killin' fine, until Weasel gets to brave, then gets overwhelmed by a horde. This starts to make us lose track of our killing, and slowly we're all welcomed to death. It's only me, and Billy. Billy and I enforce to kill to the end of the Cell Block, until I start to make a run for the door, Billy's over-encumbered, then dead from a massive horde, I watched for a second on the things eating away at him, and listened fearfully to his screams. I turned only to be welcomed by to many, and before I knew it. I was dead. But it seemed all to quick for the fate we took. Me and the others awoke. Soundlessly, and appeared to each other as specters, ghosts...Some kind of Afterlife.