Amongst The Dead : C.H.

.Like War.

Whistling I called, "Luke here boy!" Luke came trotting around the side of the car, tail wagging and ears perked, "Good boy." I gave him a pat and dug around the opened bags, finding an old hunting dog vest. I put it on Luke tightening it, using the pockets for a couple of extra hand guns and spare amo, "Shit that was quick." I slightly jumped at the voice behind me, causing me to turn. All the boys are standing there shock lingering amongst their expressions, "We need to get moving, hurry up and arm yourself. Ashton and Michael will stay behind the car, Luke and Calum you boys will be inside, it's up to you who drives. Luke and I will lead."

Ashton, Michael, Luke and Calum immediately started to suit themselves up, loading what guns they could with my aid and hitching knives into their jeans. Soon we all stood in a circle ready for the deadly combat ahead, "This is it then, what if someone doesn't make it?" Luke asked generally worried for everyone, being the youngest in the group was bringing out his inner child. I took a breath not knowing the outcome of our fight, "We'll make it." Luke breathes in deeply disappointed with my blunt positivity, "What if one of us doesn't?"
"Then the rest of us keep going." He fumes visibly upset, "What if it's you?"
"Then you boys keep going, no questions asked." His questions stopped, the worried expression on his face not shifting.

"Take your positions, when you see the first deadhead go down start moving and shooting." I dispersed from the group Luke right next to me as we took our spots in front of the car. No sooner Calum and Luke jumped in the Hummer (Luke in the drivers seat), Ashton and Michael taking up the rear. Hearing the car turn on I take one of the machine guns into my hand and start walking heading towards the huge ass herd. It didn't take long for the deadheads to notice us coming their way making them turn in our direction.

This is it. I lock the bolt in, steadying the gun and waited for the right moment. Sweat began to form even though it's mid morning. My body hasn't quite fully recovered and the wound in my side had yet to fully heal triggering a slight pain when I twist my body. Shortly Luke started growling that's our signal.

Bullets flew out of the barrel knocking the first line of deadheads down, the next line stumbling over bodies that now lay crumpled on the road. I didn't stop, instead I lift my pace to a slow jog and continued firing. I heard shots initiate behind me, Ashton and Michael catching on shooting down the dead corpses. No matter how many we shot more deadheads took their place, it's fucking chaos, my original plan has gone to waste leaving us to take down what we could as fast as we could.

We weren't even half way through the horde when my rounds ran out and I had to switch guns. It was luck that I had the experience I did otherwise I would've been dead. Luke picked up his pace next to me informing me that I was to do the same thing. My finger never left the trigger, the empty shells hit the road as the hollow points hit their desired targets, blood splattering everywhere tinting it a new black. My stitches started to pull and I could feel little drops of blood drip down my side. Ignoring it I continued on tearing through more deadheads headshot after headshot.

Exactly half way through, my rounds ran out once again and I'm required to reach down into the pocket of Luke's hunting vest to grab another chain of bullets. Deadheads clawed at me trying to grip me I twist and turn trying to get away while loading the machine gun at the same time. Ashton and Michael tried to keep up to pace with the deadheads, but there's only so many they could shoot from their post. Even Calum had started shooting out the window noticing my struggle. Finally locking in the chain and bolt I use the end to hit a few deadheads over the head. Switching back to shooting I quicken my jog to a 1/2 pace, Luke, Calum, Michael and Ashton keeping up behind me.

Luke's breathing is hard and my poor dog looked on the verge of passing out. We're nearly out, only four rows to go through. I reload once again the bullets wasting away at our quick pace. Shit I have no chains left my machine guns now completely bloody useless. I swap to handguns, swinging the machine's over my shoulders careful of my prized crossbow. Bullets went even quicker since the magazines were half the size and proved to be more difficult to reload. Luke started to lag and a few deadheads caught onto his tired state. Dropping the handguns not caring if I need them later on, I rip my katana out and start violently slashing the deadheads mugs off.