Hungry For Fame

Chapter 10: Bitten

-=Tobuscus' POV=-

Kyle? Kyle? He's gone. We sat in the bar in silence. No one spoke. Michael walked back to the barricade to collect and accept everything going on. The zombies were still outside. Some bent over, feasting on what used to be my friend. Some were still banging on the windows.

"They aren't gonna hold." ApeX peeps up meaning the windows were going to break soon. Everyone knew it, so if we were going to do something, we had to do it NOW!

"Ok, the horde is closing in on the bar, we need to act fast." Michael says, getting to work straight away.

"When I went into the kitchen to grab a knife, I saw a trap door on the roof. There could possibly be a second floor. If we can get up there, we can maybe jump down to the truck." ApeX says.

"That's a good idea." Michael says.

"Ok. Let's go then. The zombies can break the windows at any momen-" I say getting cut off by a sudden noise. Bullets fly from guns, shooting and mowing down the zombies, blood flying everywhere. Glass flew and smashed to the floor.

-=AwesomeApeX's POV=-

"GO! GO! GO!" I yell, watching as the zombies flood into the broken windows.

"Go! Up the stairs!" I say as Toby unfolds the attic stairs, and we swiftly climb up it. Zombies right behind us.

"AHHHHH!!!!" Nathan screams as he succumbs to one of the zombie's grasps.

(Ok a quick author's mid-chapter, that might have been the fanciest sentences I have ever written. And for 13 years young, (stay positive) I think that's pretty good. Anyways, back to the story)

"HELP!" Nathan screams.

"Leave him." Fox tells me. "He doesn't deserve to live." As, he walks up the stairs.

"HELP! PLEASE!" Nathan says whining for safety. then, I remembered Kyle. Kyle's death was caused by him. Fox is right. I look back at Nathan and walk up the stairs.

"Thanks!" Fox said. "He didn't deserve to live!"

I cut him off by taking out my knife and...

Jumping down to save him.

I stab the knife into one of the hungry zombie's skull. Cracking and squirting sounds filled my ears as I pull the knife out, blood spraying on me. The zombie hits thee floor. I stabbed another zombie in the eye, ripping it out of the socket as the zombie fell to the floor.
I pulled Nathan up the ladder, the zombies releasing their grasps on him as I put him on the second floor. One of the zombies start to stumble up the ladder. I look at the knife, throwing it up in the air, catching it by the blade tip and throwing it toward the zombie, stabbing right in between his eyes as he fell down the ladder.

"Close the door!" I yell as Toby and Michael close and lock the trapdoor.

All catching our breath, Michael, looks at Toby and says,

"For some reason, "I told you so" just doesn't cut it."

Banging and knocking filled the room as the weight and force of the zombies break through the lock.

"GO!!!!" Fox says as the zombies flood it from the floor. Michael goes to one of the windows and lifts it up. It doesn't open.

"Now what?" Nathan asks.

"We escape." Michael says as he punches the window, shatter glass falling from the frame. I look at Michael and saw his hand was bleeding.

"Ok, let's go!" I yell as Toby looks out the window, seeing the hundred of thousands zombies surrounding the truck. The drop was about 25 feet down.

"Nathan! Give me the keys!" Toby yells, commanding Nathan to throw the truck keys toward him. Nathan grabs the keys out of his pocket but drops them on the floor. He picks them up and throws them toward Toby but over throws it and goes out the window.

Toby looks down watching them hit the roof of the truck.

"WHAT THE FU-" Michael screams as he sees the keys fly out of the window getting cut off by the zombies flooding through the trapdoor.

"GO!!!" Michael yells as Toby jumps out of the window. He lands on the roof of the truck and crawls into the roof hatch.

"Ok, Toby's in. Nathan, you are next." Michael informs.

Nathan looks down and trembles in fear.

"What scared of heights?" Michael asks picking Nathan out of the window.

"AHHHHHH AGHHH." Nathan screams as he lands hard on the metal roof of the truck.

"Fox, you are next." Michael says.

"Nice one. Just I wish he died." Fox says as he jumps out and lands on the truck, falling on his hands and knees.

"Ok ApeX. You're up." Michael tells me.

I reply with, "Push me and I'll kill you."

"We'll see about that." Michael say cockily with a smirk on his face.

I jump and land on the truck, making me do a roll.

"C' mom Michael! Let's go!" I say.

"Ok! I'm coming!" Michael shouts as I crawl into the truck's roof hatch.

-=Michael's POV=-

I look down and see the zombies swarming around the military truck.

'If I fall off the truck, I'm going to be ripped to shreds.' I thought. I looked behind me and saw the trap door. I felt my heart beat. One beat, two beat and then BANG! The trapdoor lock broke as it clanged to the wooden floor and zombies flooded up the room.

"No time to think now!" I say looking as the zombies rushed toward me. I look down once more as I leap out the window, avoiding being grabbed by one of the zombies. For a second, I floated though the air. The next, I landed on my back of the metal roof of the truck.

I couldn't move. I tried to get up but I felt too weak. I took a deep breath, but nothing was inhaled. I couldn't breathe. My hand hung over the sides of the truck when I felt a sharp pain in my left hand. I look at my hand and see a giant hole on the opposite side of the palm of my hand. Blood gushed out of the wound as I could do nothing but watch in horror. Blood oozed and sprayed onto my face, giving me a wake up call, giving me the ability to do stuff again. I gasped for air and screamed at the same time. I got up as blood rushed from my hand. The hatch of the truck opened as I crawled though and fell to the floor.