Chapter 3: The Girl
As we were riding out of the town limits, we heard a loud waling and then two gunshots in a quick precession. I instantly made for the house that the noise came from. As I we walked in, the only sound that could be heard was a stove burning, for the wailing seemed to temporarily stop. I moved aside a zombie carcass and shuddered, "ugh," said Floyd, "disgusting, but I've seen worse".
"Have you now? We have some stories to exchange if we survive this!," I exclaimed.
As we entered the home, some of thoose monsters looked up from their carcass and started to run (well, it advanced at least, I don't know if I would call it running) toward us. Floyd drew his .45 revolver and took a shot at one of their heads. I pulled out my shotgun and blasted one that got to close. I reloaded then made a dash for the stairs, telling Floyd to cover me. (Here the wailing resumed) Suddenly a zombie rushed at me, and I picked up an axe from beside the fireplace, and impaled it halfway in his neck, I could see it's loose veins and part of its jugular flying around as its spinal cord scratched my face and blood splattered on my eyes (I love adrenaline). I ran upstairs as more gunshots sounded. I saw a girl, around my age, standing on a bathroom counter holding a rifle. I watched on in amazement as I saw her put several bullets through the heart and lungs of a body and it still kept going towards her. I tossed the axe that I had grabbed from beside the fireplace and it landed with a thump in the skull of the body. She fired of a shot at me.
"What the, I'm on your side," I exclaimed. She pointed behind me to reveal the now dead corpse. "Oh," I relented, "Well in that case we're even". I beckoned her to follow me. We headed downstairs to a situation that was getting rapidly worse.
"Floyd," I yelled, "Get on the horse!"
I grabbed the kid and flung her into Floyd's outstretched arms. I swung onto the back of the horse and turned around.
"This is Fucking insane man," He laughed, "you know that right?".
I never had time to respond because another one of the swung around and its arm detached pouring blood all over the place. Every where a drop landed the surrounding area would wither and die, as if their blood was made of acid. Some of its blood landed on the tip of my boot, and I barely had time to kick it off before the whole shoe went up in smoke.
I chortled in a fit of brief hysteria, "Ya know what? I couldn't agree more".
We started to make our way out of the town and set off cantering out of the city limits. The sun had started to set as we unpacked and made camp for the first night.
"Feelin' okay?" he asked
"Well let's see, I just rescued a kid from a cabin full of zombies, I'm riding on a horse which happens to be on fire, and I saw my parents consume each other this morning," I retorted, "but besides that every things just peachy, you?".
"Yeah, yeah I get it," he bit back, "Anyways we still haven't exchanged stories".
So he explained how a renegade military group had set up a fort in his house but he was the only survivor, had fled, and then met me. Then I returned the favor. It wasn't long before I had gone to bed though.
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The Undead Chronicals: Book 1 The Zombie Uprising
ActionWhen Jack Middleton decids to do a favor for his mom, the last thing he expects is to find her with blood running down her face. It doesn't improve the situation when she attacks his dad and proceeds to take various chunks out of his body. Can Jack...
