The Undead

Chapter 8: Always Keep Promises

As we steered closer and closer to the shores of my favorite attraction in america. I held Ryan tighter and we smiled. The smile soon faded once I seen them.

Walkers. Massive hordes. The whole park ridden with walking corpses. I went down under to the others who were all awake. "Guys I hope you are ready. We got maybe 100 thousand walkers. Maybe 200 thousand. I have a plan for the Island but it has to be cleansed first. I dont know how we are gonna do this" I panic aloud. Brittany grabs my arm. "I believe in you. You'll figure it out....." She says trying to strike me with confidence. I dont feel the click. Instead I feel only more panic and pressure. I have all these people relying on me.

I hand off Ryan to Phillip. I take Andrew to the main floor where the gatling gun lies mounted. "Anyways we can pry it off?" I ask. "Yeah, only with a diamond-bladed metal grinder" "I dont suppose we have one do we" "Nope" I stomp the ground pissed. Cole approaches us. "Guys. What if we do a drive by?" He suggests. "We take the ferry around the island while a couple on shore lead the walkers to the beach. We float on by and waste some rounds on the horde. We got atleast 20 thousand rounds on that belt. Thats enough to make a small dent in the population of the island." He continues. "Thats a damned good idea Cole" Britni says joining in.

"But we have to take care of the other way onto the island." Andrew says. It clicks. "The parking lot. Theres bound to be some cars left. We could make a roadblock." Cole says. "Nah, they could climb over. We need to get the bridge to disapear." I say turning his idea down. "Well. If we had some explosives we could blow it into the river. But I dont suppose we have any of those." Britni replies. "Well. we could always....make them" Cole suggests. We decide to go with that option.

I have Cole and Britni explain the plans to everyone while me and Andrew assign roles as to who is gonna scan the island for bomb materials. I assign myself and Andrew says he'll go with me. We choose Phillip as the third. We leave Cole with the girls.

I explain the situation and Brittany objects to me going and Britni objects to Andrew going. I see Phillip's face. He looks like he wants someone to fight for him. "I cant let Phillip go either" Melanie says. Phillip's face twists. "What?" He asks. "We're already risking Kaleb as a leader and Andrew. It doenst make sense to risk all of our leaders." She says. "Well thats the situation. Dont like it then sucks to suck. Im going with them and we are gonna blow this bridge to millions of little fucking pieces.No one gave a shit about me before this pandemic. Dont start now" Phillip says storming off.

We leave him alone. I gather my M4 and I find Phillip sittin on the edge of the ferry with his feet in the water. "Hey man, we got a few minutes to spare before walking into a deathrap. Care to explain that previous statement?" I ask. "I meant what I said. Nobody really cared about Phillip. They just needed me for support or a shoulder to cry on" "Then they obviously cared. I know Cole and I did. Or...do...you're my wingman dude. If I didnt have you I would be fucked over in so many ways. You cover me. So lets get ready. Take back what you said" I empathize. "I take it back.....but...." "No buts"

We walk to the edge with our backpacks. We dive into the water. The icyness of air against my skin is refilled with warmth from the water. We swim to shore and I watch the ferry in the distance. "Alright.....lets go. We'll check the hotels first" I say. We run on the soft sands of cedar point. I spot walkers and we take them out with our blades. I come up to the door to the lobby of the first hotel. I open it with no problem. Inside reeks of death and decay. "Okay find the door to the basement" Phillip says. we split up and search. I stumble on the door first. "Over here" I call out.

We pry it open with our feet. I kick the wooden shards from the door down the stairs. Downstairs is full of propane tanks for the grills in the kitchen. Along with water and other foods and drinks. "Fucking jackpot boys" Andrew says.

We leave the food and stuff there and we take the propane. "To the entrance" I say. We exit the hotel through the front. "Fuck" We say unianimously. Walkers everywhere. "Left!" I shout as we jump over the railing. We dead sprint towards the main gate. But the propane tanks are heavy. We are all carrying two. Running even though we are all tired. I lead us." Wheres Phillip?" I hear Andrew call out from behind. I stop.

"PHILLIP!!!!!!" I scream. Andrew shouts out too.

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I didnt feel good for slowing them down. I didnt feel good leaving either. But I had a plan. I jogged with the tanks. I fire my pistol into the air. I gathered a crowd after me.

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I hear a gunshot. "I hate saying this. But we gotta keep to the plan. If he's alive he'll meet us there! C'mon!" I yell to Andrew. We both spot tears on our cheeks. We pick up our slack and dead sprint towards the main gate thats in sight now.

I dont see many zombies behind us. Not sure if thats a good sign or bad. We pass into the parking lot. "Andrew we are gonna hotwire that truck and that mini-van" I tell him. We both take a ride and begin working our magic. Walkers closing in on us. "Follow me fuckers" I shout while driving to the bridge. I take the left side and I see Andrew on the right we sprawl across the road. "Ight Throw the tanks in the trunks. Let's get more cars for a bigger explosion" Andrew says. We gather 3 more cars each. "Ight man. The Ferry is over there. time to do this." Andrew says.

We shoot the propane tanks. The spark of the bullet hitting the metal of the tank ignites the gas that is inside and the explosion rocks the bridge. Car parts and concrete fly through the air while the shockwave knock us onto the ground. Coles plan worked. "Ahhhhh" I scream out as my ears ring with the all too familiar sound of explosion. I get up and throw andrew on my shoulder and we get on the ferry. "Wheres Phillip?" They ask. "I'm about to findout" I say climbing back onto the broken bridge. I dont give''em time to stop me. I rush off towards the park. A bullet smacks the concrete infront of me. "How the...?" I wonder aloud. I look around and see that the dragster is running. The cart flies 400 feet into the air and comes back down in 16 seconds flat. Then I spot him.

Phillip.