Project Z- a zombie novel

Chapter 7

I screamed as My dad inched the knife out of my leg, blood spraying onto the sheet.

"Damn it! This is difficult because it's not a normal blade! This is a blade that he had to of made himself. Looking at the handle which is hand made, he had to have carved this thing, shaving the metal piece by piece until it was perfect. Unfortunately, you were the victim. The blade is curved so it doesn't just pull out. It was used by the Germans in the military back in WWII. They made sure that you couldn't rip the blade out and use it against your enemy, you had to sort of phish is out. And this was very painful." My dad explained. He knew a lot about knives back when he was a kid, this did not carry over to me in the family.

"Can you shut up and just get the knife out!" I screamed, laying back on the bed in tears. The pain was extraordinary as he jiggled the blade out of my leg. There was a knock on the door as the room went silent.

"I got it." Dustin mouthed, grabbing a shotgun from the gun bag on the side of the bed and pumping it. He walked over to the door, grabbing the handle,looking back at my father who also had his weapon aimed at the door. Dustin opened the door to Ryleigh, whose eyes were shocked at the sight.

"Woah. Hey. It's just me..."  She explained, putting her hands up in reassurance. My dad slipped his weapon back into the holster and returned his attention to my leg. I looked over at Nonie whose eyes were once again bleeding.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked, trying to keep my cool.

"Yeah, my eyes are just super irritated." She explained, wiping the blood out.

"Let my wife take a look, she might see something." My dad said, finally pulling the blade out, showing its rigid edges and side blades to hold it in my leg.

"Damn." I said, shocked at the blade.

"Yeah. This is yours." My dad said, handing me the blade. It was almost electrifying in my hands, feeling it's sharp edges and carvings. I wiped the blade clean with my shirt, sliding it into my pocket, then we heard the gunshots.

"Woah! What the heck!" Dustin screamed, turning to us. "They are picking people off, I watched a guy go out into the streets for help and was shot down, he was obviously not a walker!" I could tell Dustin was becoming very angry.

"Dustin, it's okay..."  Nonie said, putting her hand on his back. They have been together for a while...

"No! It's not okay! Innocent people are dying!" He screamed, walking to the door.

"Where is he going?!?" My dad screamed, pacing the room. Dustin walked into the hallway, then it was over. There was a gunshot, then the thud of a body hitting the floor. I stood to my feet, peeking out the door at Dustin's body on the carpet.

"Move! Move!" A loud voice screamed in the hallway.

"Dustin!" Nonie screamed, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she ran over to him. My dad knew what was happening, he grabbed a gun from the bag and cocked the barrel. I knew there was going to be a fight.

"Grab a weapon, we need you." My dad said, touching my knee. I instantly sprung into action. I grabbed a rifle from the bag, slipping a pistol into my pocket as well. I got behind the bed, propping the rifle on the sheets.

"Get to cover!" I screamed to my mother and Nonie. Nonie didn't respond, as she cried into dustins chest. My mother got behind me, her everything trembling in fear. Ryleigh was lying under the bed. There was another gunshot and the sound of screams. Nonie finally realized and ran back into the room. She coward behind  my dad. Then they came in, leaving us the only option to shoot. We dropped four men in less than ten seconds.

"Let's go! Grab the stuff!" My dad ordered the others, standing up and scaling the wall. I did the same on the other wall. "Clear!" He said, keeping his weapon raised.

"Clear!" I said. My dad stepped into the hallway, shooting down another military man. It's weird... We were fighting for these people, now we are all against them.

I limped into the hallway, scaling the wall. Together all of us went down the hall, down the stairs, making our way to the main floor. Nonie was whimpering as we got to the main lobby door. I peeked through the slim window, at the multiple military men, their weapons raised, some facing the stairwell door, some facing the main entrance doors.

"We don't have many options..." I said under my breath.

"Yeah... We really don't... We could make our way to the roof, try to get attention from up there." Nonie said.

"No... We will end up like all their innocent people in the streets." My dad explained.

"Why don't we go through a second floor window?" Ryleigh asked, taking our attention. That actually might work...

I limped up the stairs.

"Where are you going?" My mother asked.

"We are going with her idea." I said, glancing at Ryleigh. I smiled at her smile, making my way to a window. I tried to open it, finding myself out of luck. I smashed the window, sending shards of glass out to the ground below us.

"Great idea, dumbass! Smash a window leaving us with glass to break our fall." Nonie said angrily, pushing her hair behind her ear.

"I don't need any sass from you." I said, turning to her. She rolled her eyes and went down to the next window.

"Watch and learn." She said, twisting her finger in the window sill. What is she doing?...

She managed to get the window off the wall, setting it on the side of the hole in the wall. She climbed out of the window, dropping to the ground, leaving us to get out ourselves.

"Hey!" A man screamed from the stairwell, sending chills up my spine. "They are up here!"

"Get ready!" My dad screamed, getting behind the wall. I followed his lead, getting on the other side of the wall. He nodded his head l, pointing his weapon out into the stairwell and pulling the trigger multiple times. I peeked out, instantly pulling my head back at the bullets hitting the cement wall.

"Kill them all!" Another man screamed.

"Go! Get out now!" My dad screamed as my mother hopped out of the window.

"I'm reloading!" I screamed, pulling the mag out, loading another cartridge into the gun. My dad provided cover fire as I reloaded. "Good!" I screamed, aiming down my sights, dropping the man in the door. Six more men came to the door. Just then bullets came from the other side of the room, dropping another guard. I turned my gun to an African American man with a large sub machine gun, he wore holy jeans and a large sweatshirt.

"Let's go!" The man screamed, getting down on one knee, shooting into the stairwell. My dad and I made our way to the window, my dad hopped out first, leaving me to climb out. I climbed out onto the window sill, dropping my body down, letting go. I fell, with a large crack on impact.

"Ahhh!" I screamed, holding my leg in agony. I looked down at my leg, the blood caking the bone sticking out of my skin.

"Seth! Are you okay?" My mom said, coming over to me. The groaning and moaning began to get louder, leaving me with a fear id never felt before. The gunshots stopped in the hotel. We waited for soldiers to pop through the window, but they didn't. The African American man, slid through the window down to the ground and helped me to my feet.

"We need to get him to a doctor! Where is the nearest hospital!" The man said, throwing me over his shoulder. My mother picked the rifle I had off the ground, her hands shaking. She had never killed anything in her life before.

"There isn't a hospital nearby... We are all dead." My dad said, running down the small side walked path. We ran and ran, dodging infected. When we reached the SUV the first thing I thought was, I'm going to die.