July 4th 2024
I was awoken by a deafening explosion, just outside the C-130. Ripping out my earphones, I went to stand up but winced in pain as i felt my leg burning. I looked down to see the source of my problems, a scratch mark. I instantly fell to the ground frantically rummaging in the medkit on the wall of the plane. There! The antidote fell into the palm of my hand and i furiously scrubbed it on my wound, and then applying a bandage at supersonic speed. Screaming in pain i squeezed hard with my right hand and i felt a hard object. After a quick gasp of air, i placed it in my pack. I wiped my tears and pulled myself off the floor. Grabbing the cargo bay door i pushed it open, stumbling backwards.
Blinding light flooded the bay. Snatching up my 1911 i looked outside the door for the source of that deafening noise. "One round, one good alarm clock" i mumbled as i spotted the flaming wreckage of the same jet i witnessed taking off yesterday. Hobbling out of the plane i made my way back towards my car. Shooting at a Zombie on the way. Opening the door i quickly scanned the back seats. Making sure no-one, or nothing, had climbed in to scare or brutally murder me. Succeeding in this plight, i pushed start on my car. Nothing. I smashed my hands against the dashboard and cursed in pain. I exited the car with my AR from the passenger seat. Limping toward the hangar, rifle to arms, i quickly loaded that one precious round found in the cargo bay. Pushing the bullet into the rifle the coldness of the rough metal shocked me unnaturally. I looked at the gun to find blood smeared all over the handgrip and body. Pulling a cloth out of my left pocket i spotted movement, not from a zombie. But a human.
Moving as fast as a man with a broken leg can, i took cover behind the 'dead' bodies of zombies that someone must have piled up a few years ago. I felt one move so smashed the stock of my rifle through its head, splattering more blood over me and my AR. Popping my head out i felt the supersonic crack of a bullet whizzing by my head and an echo of a gunshot throughout the airbase. Instantly receding back behind the zombie pile, i heard the clicking of a hammer being cocked. Pricking my ears up for more clues i heard the grunt of a woman attempting to climb something. Knowing this was my chance i crawled out into the open and moved towards the hangar. As soon as i drew close enough i threw my rifle into the opening of the hangar and slid my Colt out of its holster. One in the chamber. I crawled into the hangar and spotting a rusty A10 i crawled towards it. i found the ladder and climbed up it to find a .45 ammo box on the pilots seat. Ripping it open i counted 11 dirty .45 rounds, and a shell casing. I emptied the box into my pocket before throwing it back into the cockpit. Sliding down the ladder i released my magazine on my Colt, meanwhile pulling another out of my pack. I sat down and started loading the bullets. After loading both the magazines equally i slid one into my 1911. "I need to think of a name for it" i thought whilst dragging my leg towards the hangar bay. A head, a mime's head, popped into the hangar and shot once at me, missing by mere centimetres. She went for another shot but the gun just clicked. A blued .357 magnum, S&W. I trained my Colt on her and yelled "put your hands on the pilot ladder" at her. She obliged without hesitation.
"Drop Your weapon.". I spoke more quietly as i had attracted the attention of some stray zombies. As she was laying down her gun i turned and fired at one of the zombies coming toward me. It dropped dead in a gory ball of blood. Aiming at another i fired at it, its arm flying off and a large chunk of bone skittered along the floor. It bumped against my rifle and stopped. I turned to her, "Take this, its dangerous to go alone." i said as i threw her my only .357 round. She turned with a massive grin and loaded it. i trusted her momentarily but then moved so i had an angle on her and the zombie approaching. She took the shot. The gun merely clicked. She turned and ran back toward me. I shot at the zombie with surprising accuracy and blew its foot to smithereens. It tumbled to the floor quite comically. I glanced at her before walking and collecting my rifle. She followed quite closely, with a terrified look on her face. Reaching my car i opened the driver door and sat down. She sat in the passenger seat, throwing my trash onto the airstrip.
