Surviving the Apocalypse

DIE DIE DIE!!!!!

Caution to readers that aren't allowed to use swear words, this chapter is chalk full of them!

You have been warned....

DIE DIE DIE!!!!!

          And their at the end of the hall was..........

        When I saw what was at the end of the hall, I nearly turned and jumped into the jaws of the death hound chasing me. At the end of that hall was a dead end, a dead end crowded with three more giant, mutant, foaming-at-the-mouth, dogs. With this kind of luck I might as well be dead!

      I was so ready to stop my sprint and just die when I realized that the mutant dogs had surrounded what looked like kid. My first thought was, 'Screw this, see ya!' But another part of me was screaming, 'Save her now and die later!' If I was anywhere near sane I wouldn't be charging into the middle of the clustered behemoth dogs to save the girl.

       I tackled the kid just before I saw the jaws snap closed where she just was. Holding the light weight girl tightly to my chest, I crawled as fast as I could, on my knees towards the nearest corner which conveniently had a broken desk turned on its side, I had to smash my back against the connected walls to avoid losing my head to another hell dog. The dogs, fortunately could not fit their massive snouts behind the table to grab us, so I sat face to teeth with the enormous canine, just hoping everything would end.  

         Can't be long... I thought shutting my eyes tightly. I felt something touch my face and almost screamed bloody hell thinking that the dogs had finally reached me. Then I remembered the thin girl in my arms, looking down at her almost calmed my nerves instantly, but I could still feel the panic at the pit of my stomach. She leaned her head toward my face to whisper quietly one word over all the beasts frustrated growling. "Gun..." She rasped before falling limp in my arms, her blue eyes twitching closed. I could feel something warm spreading against my chest, looking down I realized that the girl had a pretty deep cut from her right elbow to her wrist. And doing a perfect double take, I spotted an automatic pistol cradled in her uninjured hand.

        In my head I could hear bells going off and exploding fireworks. "Hell yeah!" I cheered catching the attention of the pacing dogs. They snarled and charged at the desk ferociously, the impact jarred my teeth. Placing the girl behind me I grabbed the gun and checked its ammo. Six shots. Perfect. I thought happily. These hounds from hell had scared the shit out of me, but suddenly I was feeling a bit trigger-happy.

       I had just enough room to kneel behind the table so I crouched low and aimed the pistol. Luckily, my father had taken me hunting every summer break, so I was no amateur shooter, but I wasn't great either. My face grew an evil smile as I lined the shot for the nearest dog who was occupied with snapping at the other two mutants. 'Right behind the head.' My father would whisper to me when we had found a good target. Breathe in.... Breathe out.... In......Out....... BANG! The oversized zombie dog fell to the floor with a loud thud twitching until finally giving into death.

      "That's right bitches! What now!" Out of my excitement, I had forgotten about the other threats to my life. I admit it was a dumbass mistake, but hey I killed that damn dog! The dogs had stopped sniffing their fallen companion to growl at me instead. I guess I made 'em pissed. I covered my mouth, eyes widening, and breath becoming rapid. Neither one of us moved, waiting for the right time to strike. Suddenly, adrenaline kicked in and I was vaulting over the table, shooting two bullets at both dogs without bothering to aim, then sprinting past them as I heard the yelps of pain. SHIT RUN SHIT RUUN DAMN YOUR SCREWED!!!!! I made it to the end of the hall in attempt to lead them away from the girl laying behind the table.

       Turning around, I aimed the gun straight at the oncoming dogs. It felt so good to see both dogs having too run with similar limps.  Slowly I pulled the trigger aiming at the canine on the right, only to find that the gun was jammed. I couldn't waste anytime since the dogs were nearly on top of me, so I threw the gun at my feet and pulled out my trusty switchblade. Don't judge me! After my dad's talk about rapists I became a bit paranoid. I could feel the vibrations as the dog's paws hit the ground in rhythm. I knew what would happen, I'd only be able to kill one of the dogs, but fuck that, I'm going down fighting!

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