Amongst The Dead : C.H.

.Handgun Mishap.

Luke stood defensively next to me hearing the shuffling coming up from behind us long before I did.

The air is thick with fear emitting from the boys. A snap is heard nearby causing me to spin around in time to see a horde of twelve zombies hobbling our way. The boys stiffen, waiting for my next command. Luke's low growling mixing with the hungry groans of the dead. I wait a couple of more seconds before yelling, "Move! Start killing 'em off!" I raise my crossbow and fire at the corpses knocking them down reloading after each bolt shot. Dimples and Clifford join in as they had the 2 silenced handguns I'd given them the day at the food store.

China and Blondie take up my sides, knives drawn prepared for any deadheads that may come in from the sides. Deadhead bodies fall to the ground bullet wounds and bolts protruding from their heads spilling trickles of blood. Minutes later our shots have slowed and our breathing became slightly normal....we did it. Clifford obviously proud of himself wastes no time in celebrating, "Fuck! Did you see that?! Hell yeah! That was fucking awesome! Thank you COD haha!" The other boys join his ceremony surprised they actually shot or used such weapons.

I shake my head collecting my bolts, "C'mon boys...there's more where that came from...this is just the start." Cutting their celebration short I get straight into reloading Dimples and Clifford's guns showing them how along the way before stepping in the stirrup, bending down, pulling the cable of my crossbow back to load a bolt. We then continue deeper into the main part of the city, the sky growing darker giving the forsaken city a peculiar glow. Afternoon turned to night, side streets and alleyways pitch black hiding large hordes of deadheads who poise waiting for us.

Night had finally settled, the only light coming from the full moon, producing enough to help guide us around destroyed buildings. I had traded my crossbow for a machine gun lending the other to Blondie, giving my katana to China to protect himself better. Moaning and groaning can be heard from all directions. This would've been easier if it were only Luke and I....speaking of...Luke trots ahead, his job specifically to bark softly alerting us if a horde happened to be infront.

Pursuing in Luke's path Blondie, Dimples, Clifford, China and myself remain attentive. A soft growl ripples through my dog, making us all stop in silence. Another growl sounds through sounding a little more human?, "Sorry that was me, I'm starved." Blondie's voice whispers, his stomach letting out another hungry growl. As if on que a horde make their way out of a warehouse, picking up their pace when they see/smell us standing in the middle of the street the moons light directly hitting on us, practically saying free meal...enjoy.

"Oh shit." I aim my gun at them jogging forward, my finger pulling back the trigger releasing a rain of bullets. Attracted to the noise of bullet shells hammering the road and the thumping of bodies more deadheads pour into the street. They're now within arms length of me, my rounds running out, leaving me with only my hunting knife. Temporarily forgetting about the boys and my dog I start grabbing them by their heads and piercing my hunting knife through their foreheads or eyes digging in deep enough to kill yet shallow enough to take my knife out.

My senses clear up, shots and barks still slicing through the air, indicating that everyone is doing okay. I continue grabbing and stabbing, sweat trailing down my face and body, my pace gradually slowing. Already exhausted from the lack of sleep I've grown to have it didn't take long for my body to grow tired. Gun shots start slowing, less deadheads remain and the boys catch up with me. They too running out of bullets, forced to turn to their knives or handguns. Swivelling back around I see a couple of deadheads coming up behind Dimples, Luke also noticing tackles him down leaving me to stab the 2 deadheads.

Finally....the fight's over or so I thought....6 deadheads amble out from the same warehouse. Using whatever energy I have left I run towards them, wanting to get it over with, the boys chasing after me. I manage to stab 3 before the last shot is heard and pain erupts from my hip. I don't know if it's the adrenaline still pumping or if I'm too shocked to feel the burn, but I continue my heist stabbing the last 2 deadheads before crumpling to ground in extreme pain. 

"Hey! Hey! Stay awake! Fucking hell...how the fuck could you shoot her?!" What I think China yells lightly shaking me by my shoulders willing for me to keep responsive. Their voices muffle together, black dots fill my blurred vision. Luke stands by my side whining at the arguing boys. "I wasn't fucking aiming at her you asshole! I was lined up for a shot when she came into line!" Clifford fights back and that's the last thing I hear and see before I finally loose consciousness.