Welcome to Dead Island

Chapter 3

"Hey, mate. Are you still alive?" queried a strange man, with an Australian accent. Aaron's eyes shot open. A dark, short-haired man knelt beside Aaron, with his finger pushed up against his neck. "Thank god, I thought you were a gonner,".

"Wh-ho are you? Are you a..."

"Don't worry, I'm not a zombie," he knelt with his back facing the door, thus every now and again he peered over his shoulder. "Look, we have to get outta' here,". He pulled Aaron up to his feet.

"But where are we going to go? The whole damn island is crawling with these ... things,". The strange man looked around the elevator, searching for something. 

"Well wherever it is we're going, you're going to need a weapon," He, turned out of the elevator and into the lobby. Directly opposite the broken elevator there was another elevator, and in the middle of those both was a large, curved desk sprawled across the back wall. Opposite the desk were a series of glass doors, some broken, others just blood stained, that led outside. "It's quiet for now. The kitchen is just back there, they'll have knives and stuff," He jumped over the service desk, and into a small white door behind. "Come on!" he yelled. 

Aaron could still feel the blood pounding around in his head, the aching in his arms. His feet were fine, but his right shin had a deep, throbbing cut. He cried in agony as he took a step out of the elevator. Bolts of pain flying through him. He was drifting away again, only this time, it would be forever. There was only one way to keep him awake. Pain. He threw his feet forward, groaning and moaning until he was able to sustain a sustainable walking pattern. He climbed the counter, and slipped through the little white door. 

"There you are! Here, this'll help. You need it more then I do. Just give me your arm," demanded the man. Aaron stuck his arm out, screwing his eyes as tightly as possible. STAB. 

"FUCK," Aaron yelled. He opened his eyes, a needle with an oddly shaped end was stabbed into his arm, injecting him with purple-like liquid. "What the hell?".

"Relax! It'll help with the pain," explained the man. He was right. Aaron could already feel the pain numbing.

"Thanks, I guess," Aaron whispered. The man stuck out his arm.

"Aiden," He whispered. Aaron reached out and shook his hand. 

"Aaron,".

"Aaron, there is a rack of knives over there. They're your best bet for a weapon for now." he gestured to a worktop between two fridges. "I'll look around for some food while we're here,".

Aaron approached the stack of knives, examining them all thoroughly. Next to the rack was a butcher knife. "Perfect," he whispered. "There's something I have to tell you,"

"Oh yeah, whats that?" asked Aiden, searching through the fridges and cupboards.

"I've never actually, well ... killed anyone before. I mean like, I haven't actually killed a zombie yet," he looked awkwardly at the knife in his hand. 

"Looks like here's your chance," replied Aiden, gesturing towards a doorway on the opposite side to the doorway they came through. 

"No, I don't think I ca-" The zombie threw it's head back, screeched, and ran at Aaron. Aaron froze in shock, losing grip of his knife.

"Fuck sake," shouted Aiden. He pulled a slightly battered and blood splattered machete from a makeshift weapon-holding belt. He jumped in-front of Aaron and swung his machete with split-second timing, and decapitated the zombie, spraying blood everywhere. "You really need some practice,".

"Sorry, I-I just ... froze," Aaron said, awkwardly reaching down to pick up his knife.

"Haven't you noticed anything odd?" asked Aiden, raising an eyebrow in Aaron's direction. 

"Odd?" 

"There's no bloody food here! Not even cans," he shouted.

"Maybe the place got looted before we got here?" Aaron suggested. 

"They couldn't have carried everything. I mean look, there's nothing!" he pushed his machete back into his belt and slammed his hands on a island counter. Aaron stared at the zombie corpse in front  of him. Aiden's face lit up, as he gazed up to the ceiling. "A meat hook!" He cheered. He rushed around the island counters and towards the hook, pulling it out and along the overhead track until it was in an open space. Aaron stood back and watched, puzzled.

Aiden picked up the corpse, pierced the hook through it's neck and left it suspended. "Hear me out. I'm going to push this towards you and you're going to take a slash at it!" he explained. "It's perfect for practise,".

"Ok," Aaron reluctantly agreed. He did that. A lot. Aiden pulled back the corpse.

"Ready?". Aaron just nodded. Aiden built up suspension, and with a single breath, slung the corpse along the track. Aaron stood ready. It drew closer. And closer. He closed his eyes, and slashed out in front of him. Missed. He opened his eyes. SMACK. Aaron lay on the floor in shock after being taken out by the corpse. "This could take while," sighed Aidan. He hoisted Aaron back up, and walked to behind the corpse. "I'll do it from this way for now,". Aaron got his knife at the ready.

"Ready?" He asked. 

"Come at me," said Aaron. Aiden stepped back, and thrust himself towards the corpse. Aaron waited, and waited, the corpse, once again, drawing close and closer.

"Now!" Shouted Aiden. Aaron fought the urge to close his eyes, and slashed across, ducking to avoid the suspended neck. Blood poured out as the neck slid over his head.

"Yes!" Shouted Aiden. "That wasn't so hard was it?". Aaron smiled.