Joe was crying. His parents were dead—his life was pretty much tarnished. And what about the corpses he had seen get up from the ground—some of those people had been shot in the head, they should've stayed dead for good. His hands were covered his blood. His parents blood. Joe stood up and walked into the other room. He began to cry, tears exploding down his face, sheeting his eyes, making everything momentarily blurry. Even though he greatly did hate his parents—because of their drug and alcohol habits as well as their beatings—they were (or still had been) his parents, and he couldn't hate them forever; he just didn't have to the chance to say a proper good bye. He missed them greatly. He still regretted it—regretted going to school this morning. If he had known this were going to happen after his long and hellish and painful day at school, he would've skipped altogether, would've been able to save them. Or would he have? They were infected by some mysterious virus that had just come out of nowhere—that wasn't his fault, that was nobody’s fault. He probably would have been among the victims, but right now, that seemed pretty good to him because he felt that the world had really ended for him; that his life had really taken a turn for the worst and there was nothing he, or anyone else could do about that. He went back into the living room and looked out the window.
He could hear a chatter of machine gun fire, could see bodies flying through the air like rag dolls. Blood splattered from the bodies as they were tossed around, bullets torn through them. He ducked down under the windowsill when someone knocked on the door.
“Get out of here now!” shouted a voice. It was a soldier alright. “If you don't we will personally come into this house and kill you.” Tom moved forward slightly. He turned the door knob, opened the door, and saw two soldier looking at him sternly, dressed in blood and grime smeared military uniforms, carrying heavy duty M180 machine guns.
“What the hell have you been doing?” asked the second soldier, noting the blood covering Joe's arms.
“My parents—they turned into those—things...and they died,” stuttered Joe, head down. Tears still trickled down his face.
“We haven't encountered any of those things—whatever the hell they are—but I have seen a couple of corpses change into those things,” said the soldier. “Now come with us.” Joe just stood there still, looking at the two soldiers, tears sheeting his face, his parents dead bodies lying sprawled along the bed. A couple of sporadic bursts of gunfire could be heard from miles away. He had to make a decision; stay here and die alone with his parents dead bodies lying around, or come with the military, where he would surely be safe and confined—right? A helocopter was starting to land right behind the soldiers. An extraction team. A couple of more soldiers stepped out of the chopper. Joe didn't want to be in this city either. Ruled by the military. He turned around and tried going to his room, ready to get his stuff ready, when a soldier looked at him and said, “There is no time. We need to leave now.” Joe turned back around and went outside. The street smelled gunpowder and blood. Bodies were lying on the ground, piled up, bleeding profusely, all dead and ready to be burned. It was like hell in the streets. Joe followed the soldiers into the stopped chopper and climbed into it. On the ground, as soon as they had climbed into the chopper, there was a moaning sound coming from below them. Joe whipped around and nearly screamed as he saw a couple of things—creatures—that were stained with blood...dressed in ripped and tattered clothing. A soldier advanced, raising his machine gun, and firing, the bullets tearing through one of the creatures—the second soldier threw a grenade through the air, causing it to explode in a huge ball of fire that ripped apart the road, shaking the block as a whole. The second creature exploded. Blood and brains splattered the ground.
Joe moved back and sat down. And he just waited until he reached his destination.
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The zombie game
Kinh dịA virus has been unleashed unto the United States, turning ordinary people into bloodthirsty zombie. Now, two groups of ragtag survivors will converge and band together, because an evil is coming; someone or something that wants to control everythin...
