Where Are We Going? -Mob Of The Dead

Are we in hell? Or have we always been there -Chapter 2

I got up from my death, confused at my appearance. "Am I a fricken' ghost!?" I said, but I couldn't hear myself, I could only here my heart beating, and it was getting faster. I realized who's life was on the line, and went to my body. I started to run around it, when I heard Weasel say "Finn! Just shock it!". Looks like I wasn't alone in this. I shocked my body, then sprang back to life. I whiped my eyes from the ashes, and I looked around. "What the hell happened!?" I said, as Sal returns from the other room with a Colt M1911. "Looks like that private collection became somethin' else." He said, Weasel turns to me, with his notebook, and says "It looks like that '115' stuff is what happened. I think it can do some weird bull' to you, like bringin' back the dead." We all turn to a tear in the wall, where moans, and distorted voices can be heard closing in. Their eyes were red, the barbwire caught in their rotten flesh, and the distortion of hell mixed with their lifelessness, Weird stuff. We all looked around trembling as we heard a deep, demonic voice hollar "ROUND 1!" Sal looked around and yelled "Round 1!? This ain't a fricken' game!" It didn't matter what we said, it was all in our actions. We went to any holes in the walls, windows, or openings, and sealed them off with wooden planks found around the facility. "Alright then, let the games begin, Billy said." The undead started to climb over the fences, dig up from underground, or even come from a hole in the ceiling, we we're ready, watching each barricade, with pistols steady. These things took bullets like Kevlar Bullet Proofs, it was amazing, yet horrifying. We thought to ourselves about everything that just happened. On one end we were all dead, but now we aren't. The gang didn't look all upset, actually they looked like they're having fun. But when these 'zombies' stopped coming.

As soon as we heard silence outside, we heard that voice say "ROUND 2". Weasel thought about this for a second, then yelled to us: "Guys, I think these...things come in waves!" And sure as hell they did. More undead started coming, quicker, stronger, and deadlier. They we're jogging up to the windows, almost all to fast. We started getting breached at Weasel's window. He wasn't always a fighter. As soon as Weasel ran back to take fire, he ran out of ammo. We had to help him out with killing them, and as soon as they we're done, we we're welcomed to a blue, ominous glow on the wall. Some chalk drawing of a gun. An M14. Sal, mentioned that he saw another one of them over by his window, it looked like an Rottweil 72 Olympia. Weasel reached into the the M14 chalk drawing, and pulled out an M14. We all looked suprised, and tested fire to see if they were really the weapons. They killed fine, and penetrated like a charm. "Well I'll be damned, it's a real M14!" I said, Weasel turns, and says "Well what can I say? Somethin' wasn't right at all." Sal interrupted. "Let's stay focused boys, we have to rally up those plane-parts the others stashed, and get off this Rock." We all nodded. Sal turned to a door near the M14 off-wall. He tried to budge it open, until we heard the voice. "NOT SO FAST, MAGGOTS! YOU NEED POINTS TO OPEN THAT!" Sal looked ticked, and responded "This ain't no game! We're getting off this rock whether you like it or not!" As soon as he said that, we heard a rumbling, and felt the ground shake. The floor cracked open, and out from it's depths came a large, heavily armored beast. And who else but Ferguson. He walked slowly towards us, aiming for Sal. Once in front of us, he looked down at Sal, and picked him up by the hand. "LISTEN HERE YOU MEAT-BAGS! THIS PRISON IS UNDER LOCKDOWN. NOW I AM THE WARDEN HERE, AND I DEMAND YOU PLAY BY MY RULES! AND IF YOU DON'T, I'LL MAKE SURE YOU ALL WILL SUFFER BY MY HANDS!" That thing demanded us to play his game, like a child. He threw Sal against the wall, Billy rushed over to help him up. We watched as the huge undead beast returned into the crack. The round ended shortly after. This time, we were all scared of the future.