Torments Of The Damned

Chapter 3

???'s P.O.V.

     Aaron and I were scouting the nearby wear-house close to the Highway 49 bridge. We told Brooklyn and the others to stay back. We flip the light-switch not expecting the light to actually turn on. But to our dismay a bright, blinding light floods the room. I cover my eyes for a second and scrunch my face.
     Everything seems normal. That is until I hear Aaron gasp. I jolt my eyes open and look at what's before us. I freeze up. Brooklyn's head is on a pike eyes white and unmoving while an unfamiliar group dressed in heavy military gear holds the rest of our people with guns to their heads. My eyes widen. Brooklyn.. She was.. my best friend. I stare at her lifeless eyes then jump back to reality when one of the people in the other group speaks.

     "Drop your weapons." He says. His voice is deep and loud, so harsh that it makes me jump. I look at my sleek, black sniper rifle then back to the man holding a Russian Molot 12 gage shotgun to my head. I blink, not wanting to give up my baby. I haven't even let Brooklyn touch my sniper rifle. Now I'm being forced to hand her over to a stranger with a really deadly gun to my head. I look at my rifle again before sadly pulling her off of my shoulder's.

     I start to hand the gun to the man but then smack his gun to the side with the barrel, making him lose aim of me. I quickly aim the gun to the man and pull the trigger. The sound is deafening without my headphones on to keep out the sound. Blood splatters from the man and I can't ignore the whines of my group as I turn to shoot another. That is, until I see an older woman, brown hair pulled up and a severe expression on her face holding another shotgun of Russian decent aimed at me, once again.

     The woman smiles and then pulls the trigger. The shards tear through my left shoulder. An immense pain jolts through my entire body making me scream. I drop my gun and grab my shoulder that is now torn to shreds. My group starts to cry and beg the woman to let me live as another man hollers and pulls the trigger on Gared's calf. The sound echos through the walls and he falls to his knees. The captors start to yell instructions at us but my focus is on Aaron.

     He stares at me with his intense green eyes, narrow and turned upwards at the ends. He mouths that I need to just listen to the captors. I feel my head shaking though, as I begin to step backwards. I stumble back and into a figure. I turn and my head and my eyes widen. Its a Zombie.