That incident was 3 years ago. Our house was overrun, and my Pop shouted to me,
''Run, m'boy. There is nothing left for you here. Y' Mom is dead. Run to the savanagh hotel - the CEDA agents are doin' evacs. Get out of here. Have a life.'' So I ran. And I never saw my Pop ever again. As I ran out the ol' house, I heard my Pop's cries of agony.
I made it to the rooftop, and when I saw the Helicopter leave, I ran after it. '' Wait!'' I yelled. But it was too late. It was gone. I fiddled the ring on the chain around my neck nervously. It was a habbit. I heard a yell behind me and turned around to see three other people in the same position as me. Left for dead.
We quickly decided to stay together. For we all knew that the hotel we were on the roof of was chock full of Zombies. As we fought our way down the infested corridors, we grabbed supplies and refreshments from the kitchen. We walked out the hotel with bags stuffed with ammo and supplies. We had even managed to secure a few sleeping bags from the hotel's safe house. That and a few hours of well needed rest.
Our team was comprimised of Coach, Rochelle, Nick and I. Coach was a little overweight with a 'healthy' appetite. Rochelle was slight with a badass attitude. While Nick was an expensively dressed man with a personality of a dick. Scratch that - he was a dick.
The journey from the hotel was unaventful, the journey inside it was not. We found that another Evac was schedulded from the mall. So we figured we would go there. After multiple hordes, we found that our path went by Whittaker's gunstore. Hell yeah! Apart from the gun I had tried to give my Sis that eventful day, I had no other guns. All I had was makeshift weaponry. In the store, I filled up on gun ammo, while Coach and Nick scouted the building out for other supplies. I began to choose when coach came in holding a box of 'fun stuff'. Inside where melee weapons and combat vests, with gun slots. I put the pistol in my new holster, a shotgun on the back and an auto in my hands. All with laser scopes. Then with a katana in the sheath. I was ready for anything.
''Kill all sons of bitches, That's my official instuctions.'' I said.
When we got out of the store, we saw the biggest pile 'o Zombie shit ever. It was throwin' debris at us. We opened with all gunfire, to little avail. Then i had a bright idea.
''If I throw this bomb at it, we could get tha' ol' tanker behind it and run for that room o'er there." The rest of the team had no better ideas, so i chucked ma bomb. ''Get down!" I shouted as a ball of flame errupted, disrupting the sky from view.
After the smoke cleared, I coulda sworn that we started a whole horde. So we ran for our lives toward the safe house. Once everbody was in, I closed the door and seeing all of the zombified hands sticking out of the barricaded window part, i dragged a heavy oak desk infront of the door. That was when I saw a poster of Jimmy gibbs jr.on the wall. ''No way - that man's a legend.''
''Only you would say that, overalls. Is that because he wears overalls? I there somesort of Overalls love going on here?''
''Shut up Nick.''
''Oh I see, Touchy about your crush, are you? Well let dr. Nick help you.''
''You have never got a diploma in your whole n stupid life.''
"Like I would tell you, but by the way, it would be a Phd."
"This is not helping guys," Coach interupted us, "What was that thing back there?" Succesfully taking my mind off of killing Nick.
"I dunno, but it takes a shit ton of damage like a Tank."
"So that is what it is then." Rochelle said.
"It's what?" I asked.
"A Tank."
