The Murder: Meet the flock

Chapter 1

Crow's P.O.V.

"Fuck...Fuck..fuckfuckFUUCK" I say as I slam the rooftop access door closed. "Find something to hold the door!" I shout as a something slams into the other side, forcing the door open enough for fingers to slip through.

"What the fuck am I gonna find Crow? The roof is fucking empty." Raven said as he ran to the edge of the building and looked down 4 stories to the ground. "Waillll Shit!"

"What?" Another thud comes from the other side of the door as I realize the deadbolt lock. "Give me a hand with this." I say pushing the door.

Raven ran over, shoving with his whole body; severing zombie fingers off and clicking the door shut. "Hurry the fuck up"

I lock the door and step back, my pistol aimed head height at the door.

"Why did you open that door?" Raven asked.

"How was I supp-"

Raven cut me off "It said 'DO NOT OPEN' DUMBASS!"

"I thought it might be a cache from survivors," I said.

Raven glared at me; it was one of those glares that just looks into your soul.

I shiver but quickly pull myself together with a desperate attempt to try and hide it. I spoke, "What do you have in your bag?"

"I dunno, you tell me, you're the one who packed it!" Raven snapped back with a slight hint of annoyance.

"I've got enough rope to repel to the ground." I claim pulling my bag off of my shoulder and kneeling down to go through it.

Raven rolled his eyes, letting out a deep sigh and small groan, "Hey dumbass did you maybe think of hmm...I dunno..maybe...that there is a possibility that the GIANT HORDE OF UNDEAD WANT TO DEVOUR YOU?!"

I stop what I'm doing and look at Raven, asking, "What hor-?" I was cut off by various collective groans from ground level.

(If you dear reader are reading this then you know the sound.)

As I go to suggest another plan to escape the roof I notice Raven backing up. "What are y-" Cutting my own sentence off; I watch as Raven just jumps to the next building. So I zipped my bag back up with an annoyed huff. "Or that..."

"Here, catch." I throw my bag to the other roof, knowing I'm gonna need a running start. I hear another larger thud as the door falls off the frame, and zombies rush onto the roof. I line up two shots dropping both zombies, realizing I'll never take enough zeds out. I take two quick steps and launch myself across the gap between the buildings. I land on the edge of the building and sigh in relief saying, "I almost didn-"

I was cut off by the ground under my feet disappearing, and I began to fall.

To Be Continued

(authors note: I'd like to thank you readers for reading the first chapter in my fiancé and my new novel. I would also like to thank my handsome love for all the help in this work. fan art is welcome.)