Zombie Hour (sequel to zombie game)

chapter 39

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Joe leaped back and pulled his pistol, aiming it at Tom, the zombie, but he paused before pulling the trigger, thinking. This was his friend. Could he really kill his friend? He stepped back and fell, tripping over a fallen branch, and once he had stood up again, he saw three zombies advancing towards, him, four, even more...until hundreds were moaning, coming after him. He pulled his trigger and fired, killing a couple of them as he backed away. He pulled his trigger again, blasting off the top of a zombie's head, blood and brains splattering the ground. Joe fired a few more shots, all of them pruposely missing Tom. Moans were growing louder. Louder. He killed more zombies. He saw one being flung backward by a bunch of bullets, blood spraying from the body, a jet of blood propelling from the wound. He fired and fired and fired and suddenly fell to the ground again, shooting, shooting, killing more zombies but more kept replacing the casualties.

He fired and fired some more. Tom raised his hands and reached for Joe.

A sword suddenly came into view, slicing through the head of Tom. The sword became slick with the blood. George limped into view. He was completely covered in blood, but he was still willing to fight.

“Come one Joe,” said George through a mouthful of blood. “Let's finish this.” George charged at Joe with an unnatural speed, swinging the sword before him, trying to kill Joe. Joe slowly dived to the right, not caring what would happen to him if he were to die. He fired his pistol, the bullets ripping into the massive man. Blood and clumps of hair flew, leaving the man unscathed. George tackled Joe, sending him falling to the ground. He screamed as his leg was stepped on. He kicked out with his good leg, taking George in the stomach, pushing him off Joe. Joe fired his pistol and killed three zombies that were advancing toward him,

Joe was mad though. Tom had been killed even though he was a zombie. That was unforgivable. Joe jumped at George. George blocked with the blade. Joe grabbed hold of the blade and screamed as the sharpness of it slashed his hands to ribbons. Blood trickled down his hand. He was kicked out of the way, sent sprawling toward the ground. He raised his pistol and fired, shooting zombie after zombie, before turning the pistol on George, firing some more, bullets tearing through his arm, blood flying through the air. Joe kicked out his good foot again, taking George in the gut, causing him to slide across the ground, slamming into a tree. Joe stood back up and advanced toward George, limping, and he swung his fist, slamming it along George's head. Joe placed the pistol to George's head and was getting ready to spray his brains all over the ground, when he batted his hand out, knocking the gun out of Joe's hands. He dived for the gun again, but George slammed his foot into the back of Joe, sending him sprawling into the dirt. He was hurt.

But yet he was still determined.

He rolled to the right and jumped up, slamming George in the arm with his foot. George remained unscathed though, swinging his blade wildly through the air. Joe screamed as the blade slammed into his arm, jutting out of it, blood splashing the ground. George yanked the blade out of Joe's arm and he continued to scream, blood dripping to the ground. He made an abortive dive for his gun, grasping hold of it, raising it and firing, killing thee zombies. More and more zombies began advancing forward, moaning, bleeding, craving human flesh. Joe fired the pistol into George, slowing him down, but not stopping him entirely. Joe dived to the right and tried to run, but he was grabbed and slammed against a tree. Joe whipped around, slamming the heel of his hand into George's throat, causing him to gag and to suddenly fall over. He jumped right back up though, charging Joe, raising the sword and swinging it around wildly. Joe heard the whipping of the sword and ducked as it soared over his head. George screamed in frustration, kicked Joe in the chest, and sent him falling to the ground, crouching, bleeding, weak. George was about to bring the sword down on Joe's head, but he rolled out of the way at the last second, raising his pistol and firing, killing a few more of the zombies. George swung the blade again.