Living Dead Alone Volume. 1

chapter 13 Descending

Paul's Pov
I cover my mouth to keep the acid gas from infecting me. The monster threw a ball towards us and exploded once connected with the ground. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING!?" yelled Miles while running away from the gas.

"A Gashead," I said, "when an infected is infected for a long time, they begin to bloat up and contains gas." I pressed my back against a tall book shelf and caught my breath. I kneed down and scuffled through my backpack.

I searched frantically for my gun. I felt a solid metal handle with a smooth texture that tickled my fingers tips. I clinched my fingers and pulled it out. The gun was empty with my bullets in my pocket.

The bullets press together against my though as I squeezed my arm to grave them.

"PAUL!" I looked up and an infected grabbed my neck and started banging me against the book shelf. It bit at my face. I held the infected away from my face but it kept pressing itself against me.

It fell to the ground with its head having a bullet sized whole in it.

I looked and saw Brysen holding a gun in my direction. I nodded at him and he nodded back. I clicked the clip out and slipped the bullets in and two other infected arose behind the Gashead.

Smacking the clip back into the gun, I aimed for the infected and shot at their heads. One infected snarled and ran towards the bullet. Its head snapped back violently and fell to the ground.

The other had came towards my side. I aimed at it, then yellow acid exploded in front of me.

I cover my mouth and back up from the mist. The infected sprinted at me and tackled me to the ground. Snapping at me throat, the infected smacked me in the face and his its fingers under my eyelids.

Out of nowhere, a foot carries the infected's face and then it was stepped on. Miles offered his hand and picked me up. "Thanks."

"Can't always watch." The ground shook and the Gashead peared around the shelf. "Shit!"

I shot a couple of bullets into the Gashead's head and it staggered back a little. It's roar felt like a engine heating up in my face. It smacked my ribs and I fly, smash against the bleachers.

I felt as if my whole body went numb.

I couldn't move. The Gashead walked over to me, gathering its hand, about to kill me. Then it was shot in the head. I looked at the gun fingers length away from me.

I grabbed it and shot at its head again. This time it fell backwards and slammed onto the gym floor.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Miles. "Its dead."

"Thank God." Brysen said.

I led us to the bleachers and I lifted them up.

They both reached down to grab my arms and lifted me up. "Where to?"

"Outside, stroll through the alleyway into a house that my partner should be." Brysen pointed along the tanned sunset as it glommed across the town. "The battery has to be there, the car too." 

A hour later...

The house was tan with a black ceiling. The back doors were see through glass doubled up. And we can clearly see, there was a clicker in the house. "Damnit. If there's one there's a whole posy. We have to get them out of the house."

"How are we going to do that?" Miles asked.

"We kill."

"How can I protect myself?"