The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 49

I looked out from behind the garbage can. All of the cannibals were going insane trying to find me. Then I heard another shot go off. I looked out again, and another guy was wounded. He wasn't dead like the first one but fell ass first to the ground. His leg was shot. He couldn't get up. Then another shot rang out. This time, Naomi missed and it hit a wall.

I looked out again. I saw about a dozen people running around. I still hid behind the garbage can. I was surprised they hadn't found me yet. Another one of Naomi's shots rang out. It missed again. At this point, I wish we had those walkie-talkie radios from before but it would give out my location and most likely Naomi's too.

"Who is that motherfucker who keeps shootin' at us?" One of the Cannibals shouted. Fuck, I had to fight back. The thing is I had limited ammo at my disposal. I guess I would have to make sure to get lucky shots.

I pulled out my handgun. I saw that one guy with a bandanna over his mouth was coming near me. I came out from hiding. Before he could say a word, I fired the gun. The bullet rang out and shot him in the chest. He fell over, and blood stained his coat he had on. Bastard.

The others saw this and came over to his body. "The fuck is this?" One (somehow) morbidly obese guy fumed. All of them surrounded the dead corpse of the guy. I pulled out my shotgun which was strapped to my back. I loaded it. I came out from hiding again. None of them even saw me. I fired my gun, and six of them fell back on their asses from the whiplash, while the other four stayed standing. Out of the six that fell down, four got back up. One shot at me, and it skidded across my shoulder. I winced in pain, then went back down. Two of them went behind the garbage can where I was hiding. I quickly glanced over at them and shot them both. The blast of the shotgun knocked one over onto the other, killing them both. The other two followed the last duo's plan to come and attack me. I shot them both, again they both fell and died. One of them fired before I shot him. The bullet entered my shoulder and exited out of it. I didn't scream in pain, but I winced afterwards. I used the small medkit we found before. This was my only gauze tape left. I quickly rolled it over my shoulder.

Then loud glass shattered, and I looked out to see Naomi entering through the broken glass.

"You motherfuckers will regret messing with him!" She shouted. A bullet was fired at her, but missed. She glanced over at the person that did it, and shot them clean in the skull with her handgun. Another shot followed by, and this time it hit her directly in the arm. She fell over and screamed in pain. The five of them that were remaining circled around her.

"Looks like we have another clean meal!" One of the men disturbingly hissed.

"Yeah, it looks to me we get more than a meal out of you," The one guy remarked, and licks his lips. "After all, I am an ass man!" He grumbled. What on Earth did that mean? Then, the guy unzipped his pants. Oh FUCK! Not on my watch. I came out from hiding, and shot one guy clean in the skull. The bullet came out and entered the another guy's neck. They fell over. Suddenly, Naomi got up, and shot one guy in the chest, and another in the leg. She then stomped on his skull when he fell down.

Me and Naomi glanced over at the guy with the unzipped pants. He tried running away. His pants fell down comicly exposing his red ass cheeks, as he tripped over them and fell.

"So you're an ass man right?" Naomi questioned him.

"N-no. I wasn't going to do anything. I-I swear!" He begged for mercy. I walked over to him. He cowered down more.

"Listen dude, whatever-the-fuck your name is. It's not me you have to fear. Its her," I whispered to the guy. I glanced over at her.

"Give me your shotgun, Oliver," Naomi ordered me. I didn't question her, and handed it over.