New Hope Alliance (Book 1)

Chapter 11: ''Barrel.''

The Sinner removed his Hood off his head, revealing the Leader himself. It was Draid, Draid the Sinner. ''Draid...'' I growled at the name. ''Yes, Garin, Its me.'' Draid said, motioning his gun. ''Now, I want you to understand something.'' Draid then sat down on the dead body, chuckling to himself. ''Every sense I heard about you fighting my Army, I wasn't surprised. But hearing you're like a One-Man Army, That hit me like Solid-Rock.'' Draid said, taking out a small paper from his Pocket. It appeared to be a Picture of all the Men I killed when Me and Droop were looking for gas. He reflected the picture at me, ''This you?'' Draid Asked. I nodded, feeling more worried. He aimed his gun at me, his grin going away. ''This is going to hurt, Garin Williams.'' Before he shot, I noticed a abandoned book. I yanked for it, falling down as he fired at me. The bullet went into the Book, stopping mid-second as I laid there thinking I was shot. Draid lowered his gun, walking off into the Darkness of the Ally. I dropped the book, feeling my body. 

No Shot Wounds.

I was okay! But the guy over there wasn't... I brought myself to my feet, running out of the Alleyway. ''ONE TANK DONE!'' A man screamed back at the Defense group holding off the Undead. ''DONE!'' Another said. One was having trouble refueling the tank, grunting as She couldn't lift the heavy Container. I ran over, grabbing onto the Red Container and lifting into the collector of the Tank. I then lowered it, calling out towards the Defense group. ''DONE!" I yelled. Some of the Defense group ran over, hopping into the Tanks as they began to do some smart-nerdy-shit with them. I ran over to the Defense group, taking out my Rifle. I saw the Undead murmur their past memories, some saying, ''Where is my son?'' Or, ''I'm Hungry.'' 

I couldn't help but feel bad for them because they're living in their Memories. Honestly, they've got it better than us. But Parties over. Time to die. AGAIN. I fired into the head of several, before reloading the Rifle's Magazine. I then fired again, not missing a Single shot. ''RUNNING OUT!" I yelled. A Tank started up... A loud HMMMMM filled the air as it moved out of its old position.  I kept firing, waiting for the next one to turn on. Another HMMMMMM. Then Another! We started to retreat, running towards the Van as the Driver shot some of the Undead near us from out his window. ''HURRY UP!'' He called towards us. As the Scout team ran, I provided Cover-Fire. I shot 2 near a group of men, and 4 near a Woman who fell. I kept doing this, Until I was grabbed...  I tried to push it away to find only pulpy, decayed flesh. My fingers sank into the meat. The skin peals back like the casing of a sausage to reveal rotted sinew and tissue now softer than mud. The decaying flesh slips off the still-solid skeleton underneath until it was down to the very bone. 

I screamed, falling onto my back. I yanked out a handgun, firing shots into it. The Lifeless corpse murmured awful memories as it fell onto its back. I leaped up, running to the bus, pushing past the Dead. I finally made it on, hopping into the bus as I fired at the Undead trying to slip onto the stairs. The Bus driver closed the door as the Tanks started to move towards us, running over the Undead Freaks. We started to pull off, causing me to fall since I was not in a seat. We began to slam into some of the Dead and run them over. Soon, we were out of the horde.