The first to attack was dressed in green flowery board-shorts and a ripped Stanford University sleeveless T-shirt. The zombie ran, keeping low. Aiden pulled out his machete. He swung it around furiously, catching the Zombie's left arm, then it's right, then it's head, sending it to the ground with a thud. Aaron and Aiden moved back as the horde staggered towards them.
"Just bloody stand there!" Yelled Aiden. Two more zombies ran out. One of them ran bearing it's teeth, Aiden plunged the machete through it's teeth to the back of it;s throat.
"Look Out!" warned Aaron. He threw his knife, taking out the other Zombie, who was seconds away from ripping Aiden apart.
"Nice shot!" he shouted, throwing Aaron his knife back. Aaron smiled, and jumped forward, ready to strike. Aiden ducked and swung his machete, three zombies from the horde fell to the ground, meanwhile Aaron sliced at one Zombie's arm, and then his other arm, until the zombie was hopelessly wriggling around. He kicked over the zombie and sliced the arms of the one behind him.
Aiden sliced and stabbed at a few zombies, throwing some into the pool, rolling in the heads of others. Aaron used his technique of making them helpless as oppose to killing them, but it wasent the scratch of the zombie they were worried about, it was the bite. He kept his eyes closed, shielding them form the endless sprays of blood, while methodically going for the main limbs.
"There's too many of them!" cried Aiden, pointing to a wooden archway behind them. Another dozen came staggering through.
"What'a we do?" Aaron asked. Aiden looked at Aaron, then at the ground, a single tear escaping from his eye.
"Take this,". He threw his machete over to Aaron. He stumbled, but caught the handle. Aaron looked up at Aiden.
"No," Aaron whispered, stuttering slightly.
"Go to cabin 46, it's in the 'Plaitnum Cabin District' just past the Diamond ones. Tell my wife and my family, if they're still alive, that I love them," He looked away.
"No. You don't have to do this!" Aaron cried. It was too late. Aiden ran around the pool, screaming and jumping, diverting the attention of the Zombies.
"What are you waiting for? Come after ME!" He shouted. Aaron backed out of the area, watching as Aiden ran into the Poolside Bar. "Aaaaah!". Aaron's cautious walk backward, turned into a run, as Aiden's hurting cries turned into monstrous screeches. He was back by the Waltzers.
"Why?" Aaron screamed, whimpering in the darkness of the night. He cranked his neck around furiously as he heard noises. He swiped Aiden's machete around helplessly as he saw movement. The mechanical lights of the Waltzers illuminated the area but not very well. "The damn map!" Aaron whispered. He had no idea where he was going. Until a small spotlight from the Waltzers shone past a wooden sign. He approached it cautiously, holding his machete out in front of him. "Diamond Cabin District," He read. "This is it!".He proceeded through the wooden arch, and along a stone path that was lined with tropical plants and bushes.
Seconds later, he emerged from yet another wooden archway. A large circular pool sat in the middle, with an array of cabins surrounding in a circle. There were five zombies scattered around the pool and cabins. The only lights were ones hanging from the porches of the cabins, or the ones on the side of the pool. Sat in the pool was a zombie. Not an ordinary one, no. It was like a mutation gone slightly too far. It was taller, and normal from the stomach down, but by it's head was a collection of bubble like growths. Each one of them had a pulse. It started to climb out of the pool, avoiding to look away from Aaron.
One of the other four zombies screeched out, the rest all looked towards Aaron. "Shit,". The mutated zombie staggered closer to Aaron, while the normal-ish zombies came running. Aaron panicked for something to do, he quickly glanced behind him, pulled out his butcher knife and aimed towards the mutated zombie. "I have to get this perfect," He whispered to himself. He closed one eye, pulled the knife back, and released. Squish. The mutated zombie screeched, the others only steps away from it, and exploded, spraying it's zombie guts everywhere. It hit the other zombies like acid, and they all collapsed. "Now's my chance!". He ran up to the four normal zombies, collected his knife, and cut off their major limbs. They were still alive, just disabled. The mutated one as well. Although, he was just a waste and left leg. The rest of him had, well, exploded. Blood was pouring into the water of the pool. It was disgustingly fascinating. The way it stayed in clumps as it sank to the bottom.
He snapped out of his fantasy world. The cabins had to be just through that archway. The moon was bright, and full, but the night was far from normal. No crickets could be heard. No couples dining under the moonlight. No. Screeches of the hell escapees. Zombies dining on human flesh. Aaron wiped a splattering of blood from his forehead, and continued down the small path, until he reached a wooden sign that read, 'Platinum Cabin District'. The layout was exactly the same as the other set of cabins, give or take a few oddly scattered sunbeds. There was a zombie standing by the pool, seemingly gazing into it, directly across from a cabin with a broken-down door. It was definitely a girl. It was. Now it was a mindless flesh-eater, hellbent on devouring any human flesh it can find. But Aaron had not killed anyone or anything yet, and he didn't intend to start now.
Instead, he snook around in the moonlight shadows, towards the even numbered cabins. Until the zombie spotted him. She shrieked. He sighed. He ran forward, put his arms crossed on his chest and rammed the zombie off into the pool. Aaaaaaaaaah shrieked another zombie. Aaron looked at it, horrified at it's empty eye socket. It came running at Aaron; there was really only one thing he could do. He turned around to look at the cabin of which the zombie had emerged, and jumped a little to the left when the time was right. The zombie went straight past Aaron and straight into the water.
The screeching had stopped. Erin emerged from the corner, holding the scissors firmly in her hand. She reached the door and stopped. Carefully, she pushed the scissors through the wood of the door, making a small peep-hole. She heard someone walk up the porch of her cabin.
Aaron looked at the plaque on the cabin. "This is it, Cabin 46," He whispered, peeking inside. "Hello?" He shouted.
"Hello?" Erin shouted, figuring out if this was real, or just her subconscious playing games with her. She backed away from the door.
"Is anyone there?" Aaron asked. He stepped into the doorway. On the left wall, there were two doors, one splattered with blood, the other with a gaping hole in the centre. Along the back there were to undamaged doors, and in the center of the room, there was a TV, facing the far left corner, and two slightly bloody sofa's.
Erin looked through the small hole. "No, it can't be," she whispered. She pulled the chair from the handle and pushed on door slightly, her scissors ready in her hands.
Aaron noticed the blood-stained door open; he held his machete ready. He heard a voice come from inside the room.
"A-Aaron?" the voice asked. His eyes widened as he watched a figure emerge into the light of the suspended bulb on the ceiling of the cabin.
"Erin?" he said. Their eyes met once again.
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Welcome to Dead Island
Dla nastolatków[ON HOLD] A holiday resort becomes under siege as a mysterious infection spreads across a newly-developed island. Cut off from the world, the survivors are left resourceless, fearful to battle the undead and escape the nightmare.
