A zombie story

[cd2220]

well, as long as there not like the ass hole gov from Deadrising (thats bitches i beat the game) i like em

[Maskan]

well sweet as soon as new chapters come out ill post!

[cd2220]

why dont u just post them all anyway

[Maskan]

ok im posting the rest of the story in one post!!!

Chapter 17: Intermezzo II
The crowded cafeteria bristled with life and noise as David looked down at the tray that sat in front of him on the table. Salisbury steak with chives and gravy along with instant mashed potatoes on the side. A plastic cup with tap water sat next to his tray. Funny, he thought to himself, I haven’t had this stuff since high school.
The sound of trays clattering on the table caught his attention and he looked up in time to catch Sarah and Brian sitting down at his table across from him. After exchanging a nod with his friends, David looked. Four rifle toting soldiers in full uniform and gear stood at both entrances. Hundreds of people were crammed into the room at once, some of them even sitting on the ground with their trays, digging hungrily into their food. They ate barbarically, pieces of food and specks of gravy falling on their clothes. David recalled what he had heard earlier in the gymnasium, that they would be served only one meal per day in the cafeteria. This was all they would get until tomorrow.
He felt around his back for the green satchel bag as it hung from his shoulder. Giving it a few taps he felt the 10 or 12 cans of Spam, Chef Boyardee and fruit in heavy syrup that lay inside. He’d have to sneak a snack in the bathroom later on tonight if he was still hungry.
Suddenly, a man stepped into the room, escorted by two armed soldiers. The man wore fatigues just like the rest of the soldiers, but on his chest and left sleeve were a series of patches, colored bars and medals that signified his rank. He was a balding, forty something year old Caucasian male, his eyes stern with discipline. The man turned to face the soldier to his left, giving him a nod. The soldier then put his fingers in his own mouth and blew a loud, ear piercing whistle. The room quieted down almost instantly.
“Attention! Captain Hein requests your complete and undivided attention!”
The soldier barked loudly, spittle flying from his mouth and into the floor. The Captain then looked back at the roomful of people before him and spoke.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have four, no three new residents here today. I think they would like to stand and introduce themselves.”
Suddenly, everyone in the room looked around and within a few seconds their eyes laid fixed on Sarah, Brian and David. The three of them slowly and reluctantly stood up.
“Hi.” David’s voice echoed through the room. “I’m David.”
“Sarah.” Came the murmured response to his left.
“I’m Brian, nice to meet ya’ll.” Brian raised his hand in a semi-wave, but upon realizing that no one returned the gesture, dropped his hand slowly back onto the ground, his mustached smile fading away.
“These three will be staying with you for the remainder of the crisis. Make friends with them, bring them into your circles. Enjoy your meal ladies and gentlemen, and remember curfew is at 2100 like always. Lights off by then and everyone asleep in the gymnasium. We will keep you safe for the remainder of this emergency.”
A silence. Then a woman yelled out from her seat.
“What about the food?? You can’t expect us to live off of one sh-tty meal a day!”
A man stood up and chimed in. One after another, more people followed the trend. The room rose up in loud, angry revolt.
*BRRRRT*
All 500 or so people in the room ducked down and hit the ground simultaneously. While pressing his face against the dirty floor with his hands behind his head, David just barely peeked. He saw that the soldier to the right of Captain Hein had raised his rifle up. It was smoking from the barrel and up in the plaster ceiling David noticed three new holes.
“I’m sorry, but we do not have enough food to feed you three square meals a day! My men are working on trying to bring in food from the surrounding area, but we do not yet have an efficient system of bringing it in. Until then, you will make do with what you have.”
The Captain paused and his eyes went around the room slowly, intently.
“Either that or you can get the hell out.”
Captain Hein turned around and walked out of the room. The two soldiers followed. After they exited, the cafeteria broke out into quiet murmurs and within a few moments full out conversation commenced once again.
David looked at the people around him. They shot unfriendly looks back at him, Sarah and Brian. A small boy walked past Brian with his tray, stopped, and then flipped him off. The boy then walked away back to his parents.
“Well hey f-ck you too, kid!” Brian yelled back.
“They’re mad that we’re taking up more space in here.” Sarah said softly, poking at her steak with the fork. Her green eyes were empty, distressed. David could see why. No one here liked them.
Suddenly, from through the window that separated the hallway and the cafeteria, David saw Captain Hein stop and look at him. The two men locked eyes and David saw the Captain shot a look of pity at him. The Captain then spoke to the soldier to his left, his lips moving too quickly for David to try to read. Then the Captain continued walking down the hall as the soldier to his left walked back into the cafeteria alone.
The soldier walked past the other tables, getting dirty looks from just about everyone he passed. He stopped in front of Sarah.
“Excuse me,” He began. “The Captain asks if you three would like to dine with us in the meeting room down the hall.”
David looked up from his mashed potatoes. He and Sarah then exchanged glances, then stood up carrying their trays. Brian got up just as quickly, his angry focus still on the boy who flipped him off. The three of them walked out of the cafeteria with every eye in the room following them.
…
The meeting room was much more welcoming than the cafeteria was. About thirty soldiers and a few police officers in uniform sat at the long table that the school faculty must have sat in a long time ago. The three of them found three empty seats at the end of the table and sat down. They picked up their forks and began eating.
“I tell ya man, that girl was smoooookin’. And she wanted me, right there on the spot.”
“Aww shut up Peterson, you never even touched a girl and you never will.”
“Hey I’m telling you guys the truth!”
“Hey, who wants to push Peterson off the back of the truck the next time we go raiding Wal-Mart?”
The entire room answered affirmatively at once, and then broke out into jolly laughter. Then, one of them spoke.
“You know what’s causing all of this?” The soldier spoke solemnly, poking his potatoes and swirling them around with his plastic fork. “You know, this living-dead mess?”
Everyone in the room went silent and stared at him. The soldier stopped swirling his potatoes and looked up.
“This, my friends, is the sole responsibility of our one, true enemy. Two words: Global. Warming.”
The room burst out in laughter once again.
“Al Gore can’t explain this sh-t, Thompson. You’re off your rocker.”
“It was a joke, dumbass. Maybe if your momma wasn’t too busy blowing me last night she coulda told ya what those were.”
More laughter followed. David looked back at Brian and Sarah. They were smiling at the atmosphere around them. A few of the soldiers looked up at them respectfully, raising their paper cups. David raised his back.
Suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted in the distance. Everyone in the room fell backwards off their seats and ducked down. The soldiers crawled towards their rifles and the simultaneous *click* of safeties switching off resonated in the room. The gunfire continued, rattling off far away. It was coming from the park.
The soldiers scrambled towards the door and David, Brian and Sarah followed. They headed towards the rear exit of the school, now devoid of the two guards that normally stood post. Instead, the guards stood outside, looking off into the distance. Running out into the cool night, David and the others saw what they were staring at.
In the darkness of night, David caught a glimpse of something approaching the school, fast, down Rumsey road. It looked like a van, a white van blazing down the road going at least 80 miles per hour down the street. Looking at the road near the school, David saw a soldier firing his .50 caliber M2 Browning machinegun in bursts at the vehicle. To the right of the Browning several soldiers stood firing their carbines at the vehicle rapidly. But the van wouldn’t slow down.
Suddenly, the rapid fire *BOOM*s of the .50 machinegun coincided with a bright flash and a loud explosion on the road. Looking down the street David saw the van had burst into flame. A stray round must have hit its gas tank.
The van flipped over its side and rolled, the fiery wreck tumbling down the road until it rested just 50 meters away from the sandboxes that the soldiers fired from. A man crawled out of the driver’s side door, his clothes lit on fire. He walked for a few steps and then fell to the ground face flat. He continued to burn.
David ran alongside the soldiers from the cafeteria. This whole time they hadn’t fired a single round from their rifles. They covered the distance in a few seconds, and soon they stood before the burning vehicle and the man who lay on the pavement on fire.
David looked at the man. He wore what was left of a smoldering green, plaid shirt and khakis. His left arm had been taken clean off, by the .50 caliber bullets or the explosion, David didn’t know. He looked back at the van. It bore Massachusetts license plates. The soldiers approached the smoldering corpse. Suddenly, the corpse let out a noise. Not a groan, but something human. Looking around, David saw First Sergeant Jimenez pushing his way through the circle of soldiers that surrounded the wreck. The Sergeant took one look at the burning man, heard the strange noises, repeated noises coming from his throat, and walked forward. He bent down and put his ear next to the man’s mouth. The man's lips and face were burned almost completely off but his tongue was still capable of moving. The man moved his lips, saying something almost inaudible. Then his head went limp and hit the ground. Jimenez remained kneeling in the same position for a few seconds, his eyes wide. Slowly, he got to his feet and looked down at the corpse on the ground.
“Sarge?” One of the soldiers, Thompson, spoke.
“Yes, Private?”
“What did he say?”
A silence followed. The only sound left in the night was the fire that continued to consume the van. Jimenez opened his lips just barely enough to speak.
“He said ‘They’re coming’.”

Chapter 18: Nocturne
“Excuse me,” David began as the crowd pushed past him into the gymnasium. He stood at the double doors, the only one who stood in the path of the massive flow of people shoving and bumping their way past him.
“Have you seen this girl?” He pulled out a crumpled picture from his wallet. He hadn’t even looked at the picture since the days he was still in his apartment, stoned out and crying her name out while laying on his rat eaten couch. The girl in the picture wore a green tank top and a short, white skirt. She had flowing brown hair and matching brown eyes that were prettier than the Mona Lisa’s. Jen.
He pulled out another picture from his wallet, this one of two people. A balding man wearing a red plaid shirt and spectacles low on his nose. The man’s arm was wrapped around the waist of a mature, yet attractive lady in a purple blouse.
“Have you seen these people?” David asked the crowd. They ignored him as they passed him by. A woman paused and took a look, then shook her head and continued past with her two small children. No one spoke as they marched into the rapidly crowding room.
David kept asking. “Excuse me, have you seen these people? How about this girl?” Soon the stream of people thinned out and David stood almost alone in the hall. Then suddenly, a young couple walked by him and stopped. The young woman looked up, shocked, and then walked towards David. He recognized her, Shelly, he believed her name was. She was Jen’s best friend back when they all went to high school in Port Washington together.
“David!” She yelled out. She ran forward and hugged him. From behind her, David could see her boyfriend was unpleased. “How come I didn’t see you in the cafeteria an hour ago?”
“Shelly!” David was just as surprised as she was. “I just finished eating a minute before the gunshots broke out. They must have put us at different suppertimes.” He paused and hesitated before he shot the question.
“Have you seen Jen anywhere?”
“Oh my God! You two are still together?”
“Well… no…”
“Oh,” She said quietly. Then she looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry, I haven’t. I was upstate on college break with my parents when all this went down. We barely made it here alive. I think Jen was back on the Island when it happened. I don’t know if…”
Her voice trailed off. She looked up at David again, her eyes teary.
“I’m sorry.”
She started to walk off, her boyfriend wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close as they entered the gym. David’s jaw fell and he almost felt it hit the floor. Then he shook his head quickly and yelled after her.
“Wait, Shelly, did you see my parents anywhere either?”
“She turned her head around and looked at him again from over her left shoulder.
“Mr. and Mrs. Kessel?” She shot a glance at his eyes. Her gaze gave him the answer before she even said it.
“No, I haven’t. I’m sorry…”
She continued back into the gym. David heard a sob escape from her mouth. His eyes stared off into the distance, blank. Then his arm with the pictures held in it slowly sank to his side. They fluttered to the ground and landed face down.
He was alone.
…
David sat in his corner of the gymnasium in deep thought. His eyes went straight at the ground before him. The giant room was silent and dark now, the lights having been shut off an hour ago. Looking at the floor of the gym David could barely see a single square foot that wasn’t occupied by a towel or a blanket with a person sleeping on it. Fathers clutched their wives and children and held them tightly in their sleep, awake and vigilant. But David had no one to hold.
He looked up slightly and his eyes caught a glimpse of Sarah. At first glance David thought she was sleeping peacefully. Looking closer at her pretty, green eyes, he saw she wasn’t. She looked back at him and sat up on the hard, uncovered floor under her. They locked eyes.
“Can’t sleep?” She asked with a twinge of honest sincerity. Something David hadn’t heard in her voice.
He didn’t answer. He locked eyes with her and a moment of silence filled the air. In a distant portion of the room, a cough echoed through the gymnasium and then more quiet followed. Suddenly, he spoke quietly.
“Who are you?”
“What do you mean?” Came the whispered reply.
“I mean who were you, before this mess began? I know about Brian and John, but you never told me anything about yourself. Not once.”
She paused for a minute, then slowly lay back on the hard floor and stared up at the ceiling. Then she began.
“I used to be a teacher.” She chuckled softly to herself. “Well a student teacher anyways. In a school just like this in the Upper East Side.”
David let the words sink in. His eyes looked intently at the woman who lay before him. For the first time since that day they both pointed guns at each other on the stoop, David noticed that she was strikingly beautiful.
“What happened?”
A deafening silence continued until the sound of the wind blew through the cracks of the empty gymnasium walls and let out a high pitched whistle through the dark. The wind died down. Sarah’s smile disappeared as she continued.
“After the infection started the schools closed down and everyone was told to go home and stay there for their own safety. I lived alone in my crappy apartment on 82nd street. I was barely able to afford living there on my salary.”
She let out a deep breath that continued for half a minute.
“One day, my landlord knocked hard on my door. She said everyone was being evicted immediately and that she didn’t trust anyone in the building anymore. When I argued, she shoved a gun in my face. I was so scared. I ran out of the building with nothing and saw the havoc in the streets. I headed for the park.”
She paused and let out a smile.
“After a day of hiding there from those things I saw John strutting down the main park path, tire iron in hand.” She chuckled to herself again. “My blood splattered savior.”
David looked at her with honest sympathy. Suddenly everything became clear. Her look went empty again, her eyes wandering and searching through the memories that filled her head. Back to the days when she taught.
“I miss those little bastards,” She said quietly.
David looked and didn’t say anything. Sarah’s eyes began to get heavy as she blinked rapidly to fight back the sleep. Then they shut and her chest began moving slowly up and down. She was out cold. David wished he was too.
Looking around at the room before him, David saw that even the fathers who remained vigilantly awake had drifted off to join their loved ones in slumber. Over in the bleachers, the raggedly old man slept on his back, guitar held firmly in his arms.
Sleep, David willed to himself. But it never came.

Chapter 19: Tartarus
David sat against the wall of the gymnasium for an hour, his eyes still wide open and focused to the ground. He looked up and around the room. The eight soldiers who stood guard at the corners of the room changed shifts with another eight. Not a word was spoken between them. David recalled hearing Jimenez order his men to double the guard at vital areas of the base. None of them would sleep tonight.
David shifted his stare to the right and looked through the tall, mesh-fence covered windows that lined the wall. Floating in the sky, a glowing orb bathed the people who slept peacefully on the gymnasium floor with crimson red. The moon, David thought to himself. The moon was bleeding.
Suddenly, a loud, piercing ring shattered the silence that filled the night. David’s head perked up as he looked around the gymnasium. The droning, high pitched squeal continued over and over. David scanned the room and saw the people around him rub the sleep out of their eyes and hold their loved ones closer. He then focused his attention on a red, flashing object mounted on the wall. The fire drill was blaring its knell of dread.
“Everybody stay calm! There’s no need to worry.”
A soldier to the left of the gymnasium exit spoke loudly, his hand held high in an attempt to reassert authority and stifle the crowd’s fear. His own trembling voice did little to belie the terror he had in his eyes. The soldier knew the alarm meant something. And it wasn’t a fire.
The people on the floor began to whisper amongst themselves, talking worriedly with the people around them. They had already figured out what was going on. In the chatter, David saw the small boy who flipped Brian off earlier. The boy had started to cry.
“Wha- what’s going on?” Brian awoke two feet away from David and rubbed his eyes out, yawning. He looked around at the prattling crowd, then up at the blaring, flashing red fire drill. He straightened up his Mets cap and looked straight at David. “What happened?”
David kept staring at the ground. He didn’t budge. Then slowly, his lips moved.
“They’re here.”
…
All of a sudden the rattle of automatic gunfire in the distance cut through the crowd’s noise. A woman screamed. The gunfire continued in strings and was echoed by several more guns in the distance. It was now a solid, uninterrupted chorus of crackling coming from the outside.
One of the soldiers reached up to his earpiece and spoke into it. He looked panicked and David couldn’t make out what he was saying.
“We’re all gonna die!” A man shouted from the crowd. Screams followed him.
“Stay calm! Please, everyone calm down!” Another soldier spoke out this time. He almost seemed to be begging.
“Let us out of here!” A woman yelled after him.
“Our orders are to keep you here and defend you at all cost. I can’t let you leave.” The soldier had the eyes of a boy just barely through high school. The crowd looked at its defenders wantonly. It then lurched forward and charged at them.
The soldiers were swarmed within seconds, smothered in the crowd of 500 some odd people who were desperate to break free of their prison. David saw the boy soldier from before take blows to the head from some of the stronger men in the crowd. The boy’s helmet fell off and he slipped into unconsciousness. A man grabbed the soldier’s rifle and the crowd trampled the battered boy to death.
*BRRRT BRRRRRRT*
Looking to the other corner of the room David saw two of the soldiers firing rounds at the people who charged at them. They only got a few of their assailants before they too were overwhelmed.
David looked up at the chaos that unfolded in front of him and then back to his corner of the room. Ten feet away he saw the soldier who was watching over him previously get disarmed and then beaten down to the ground by the wild crowd. David spun around and was caught full force by a punch in the face. He fell backwards to the ground and felt a man pull the satchel bag off his shoulders. The fire alarm got louder and he saw spots in the sky.
“David!”
He was unresponsive.
“David get up!”
It was Sarah’s voice. She tugged on his limp arm, begging him to wake up. Then, lighting quick, David’s arm shot out and his hand reached around Sarah’s neck. He squeezed.
“David,” She could barely muster her voice out of her throat. Her eyes went wide and she gagged. “It’s me. Please.”
David eyes opened and widened. He released his grip on the girl and she fell to her knees gasping for air.
“Wha- what happened?”
“Dave!” Brian yelled from a few feet away. “You went apeshit on Sarah!”
Brian then looked around the room frantically as it descended into chaos. People flooded out of the one exit as quickly as they could, crushing and trampling each other to death.
“We gotta get outta here!” He screamed out over the relentless noise.
David blinked his eyes twice, then stood up slowly and reached his hand out to Sarah. She slapped it away and gave him a look of distrust, of complete fear. She stood up herself and ran towards the exit. Brian looked at David perplexedly, as if he didn’t recognize him. He shook his head and ran out the exit after her.
David stumbled forward and then ran after. He was one of the last ones out of the gymnasium as he stepped over the twitching bodies of the people who were crushed alive. He caught sight of Sarah and Brian and ran after them. In the distance the sound of gunfire continued unabated. He rushed after the crowd, stumbling from wall to wall. One thought was on his mind.
This is what Hell must be like.

Chapter 20: Breach
David fell on his knees in the middle of the hall, dazed. The spots in his vision remained as he tried to shake them out of his head. He tried to piece the together the events that just happened.
The fire alarm.
The panic.
A fist connecting with his face.
And the terrified look in Sarah’s eyes.
Just then, David realized that he had done something terribly wrong. And now his friends were gone and he was kneeling in the hallway all by himself.
He stood up and straightened his brown suede jacket, shaking what remained of the dizziness from his head. On the wall to the right of him a flashing fire alarm coated the dark hall before him in bright red intermittently. The blaring sound was deafening.
David walked down the hall. Abruptly, he stopped at the hallway intersection. He heard something just barely within earshot. Pounding.
He turned left and caught sight of a door shaking violently from the heavy beating on the other side. David looked to the floor next to the door and saw a soldier, his face bloodied and broken. The soldier’s weapons and equipment were missing.
“Open up! Please, someone open up!”
David recognized the voice on the other side. Without hesitation, he knelt down and searched the soldier’s body on the floor. Patting around the pockets, he felt a small metallic object and pulled it out. David slipped the key into the door lock and twisted it. The door swung open and nearly knocked him on his back. At the doorway stood John, breathing heavily. He was dressed in a clean t shirt and white slacks. His knuckles and hands were bloodied. David saw the opposite side of the door was coated red as well.
“David! What’s going on?”
John looked wild eyed. His gaze shifted to every direction at once and his voice trembled. David had no time to explain.
“We’ve gotta get out of here. Brian and Sarah already left, we have to catch up.”
“But what’s going on?”
“No time! Just follow!”
The two men raced down the hall and looked at the violence that had swept through the corridors. Halfway through the hall between the locker and the main entrance David saw the trampled bodies of a young mother and her toddler son laying face flat on the ground. They weren’t moving.
David and John turned the corner left and ran towards the large, glass double doors that were the main entrance to the building. David pushed the doors outward and came to a quick halt in front of the building. He could hardly believe his eyes.
The sound of gunfire was almost ear shattering at this close. David saw that the street in front of the school was empty but as he looked further down the road both ways he saw the frantic and panicked running of a few hundred people away from the school building. The park was barely within view at this distance but David could see enough. Hundreds of people, maybe even a thousand of them, surrounded the high pointed fences that circled the grassy encampment. Upon a closer look David saw that the people were shambling and stumbling their ways around, some of them wearing blood drenched clothing. Inside the fences David could see men and women in military uniform firing guns at every direction outward. Standing among them was Captain Hein, waving his pistol and screaming orders at his troops. Some members of the bloodied crowd tried to climb over the barrier, but they slipped and managed to impale themselves on the sharp tips of the fence. Gradually, more of the mob followed and clawed their way over their still-writhing comrades. The Captain took aim and fired at two of them who managed to make it over the fence, hitting them both in the head. The men at the park entryways firing mounted machineguns blazed through entire belts of ammunition every minute, frenetically trying to mow down the hordes that closed on the base. Up in the towers and the rooftops surrounding the park snipers were rapidly firing round after round at the swarm below them. But they would not yield.
Looking down the block and around the corner, David saw the crowd of the living running back towards the school. They were hysterical, screaming and waving their arms to the skies. Behind them, David could see more living dead appear from behind the buildings. Several people tripped on the rubble that littered the floor and David winced as he saw the crowd of bloodied, staggering people descend and eat them alive. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder and he spun around, grabbing the hand with his own. It was Brian.
“Dude it’s a sh-tstorm out here, we gotta get back inside!” He spoke loudly over the gunfire down the block. His eyes showed his urgency.
“Where’s Sarah?” David yelled back.
“She ran off somewhere in the school and locked herself in. Some other people just hid in there too.”
Brian looked up at John and his face went blank.
“Hey man,” He spoke as if to a stranger. “How you doing?”
“I’ve been locked away for an entire day, how do think I’m doing?” The giant replied.
“Fair enough.”
“Come on!” David yelled. “We gotta find Sarah!”
Up from the roof of the school David heard more gunshots. He turned back to the street just in time to see a few of the bloodstained, shambling people take bullets in the chest and hit the ground. The frantic group of living people ran past the three of them and back into the building. The groaning crowd of the dead was merely ten yards away. David, Brian and John ran back up the steps of the school and through the doors. John shut the door behind him, but then let out a barely audible curse when he realized the left door was off its hinge and incapable of closing shut.
“Go go!” He screamed.
As David ran down the halls he could see that there were people cowering in the dark corners of each room, hiding under desks and behind closets. He knew they would not be safe for long. He tapped on each door he passed by, screaming.
“They’re coming! Run!”
But behind him he could see that no one heeded his warnings. Looking far down by the school entrance David saw the blood-drenched walking dead pound forcefully on the glass doors, shattering them within a few blows. The doors were completely removed from their hinges now as the shambling corpses made their way through the once hallowed halls of learning.
David and the others turned into another corridor and looked down it. On the floor were the bodies of another two beaten soldiers, stripped of all weapons and gear just like the others. He scanned through the classrooms to his left and right. They were empty in this region of the building.
David looked up at a small sign on the ceiling that caught his attention. It pointed towards a room further down the end of the hall. Somehow, he had an idea that that would be the place to go.
“Up ahead, the Principal’s Office!”
They hurried down the corridor and towards the dead end. From where he was David noticed the door to the office was open. But what caught his attention was what lay in front of the doorway.
The bodies of three bullet riddled men rested on the ground in front of the door. David slowed as he approached their bodies and looked down at one of their faces. The middle aged Caucasian man had been shot four times in the chest and his eyes were wide open and immobile. The man’s hazel pupils stared blankly at the ceiling. In the man’s right hand was a .45 caliber pistol. David recalled that the pistol was the same kind that some of the soldiers around the base carried at their sides.
David walked towards the door and cautiously reached down to grab it. As he did, he stuck his head just barely enough to steal a glimpse of the principal’s office.
*BRRRRRRRT*
At that moment six bullets impacted the doorframe and another door on the opposite side of the hall. David just barely pulled his head back in time to avoid being shot in the face. He fell down as Brian and John stepped back in surprise from the open door.
“Stay back! I’ll kill you all! I swear!”
The voice from within the room trembled. David listened carefully. It was the soldier from earlier, Peterson he believed his name was. Before he fell backwards David just barely caught a glimpse of the soldier standing behind the Principal’s desk. The boy had the look of a cornered animal. David sat with his back pressed against the wall to the left of the open doorway. He was breathing rapidly.
“He’s gone f-cking crazy!” Brian exclaimed as he pressed his back against the wall next to David. John stood next to Brian, a nervous look creeping onto his face. David noticed that John agreed with Brian for the first time since he’d met both of them.
David checked the gun in his hand. It was a parkerized .45 caliber 1911 pistol with a beavertail safety, Novak sights and white stippled rubber grips. He hit the magazine release and caught the mag with his left hand. He flashed a quick look at the side of the magazine. Three bullets remained. He slid the magazine back into the mag well and held his breath. He then stuck his right arm with the gun in it as quickly as he could through the door way.
*BANG BANG*
*BRRRRRRRRRRT*
David pulled his arm back, cursing aloud. Bullets peppered the door across the hall from him, turning it into swiss cheese. He didn’t land a solid hit on the psychopathic soldier, but he did make the boy duck down a bit. Suddenly, David heard something. He shot a look back down the hall. Groans were coming from the corridors he had just ran through a minute ago. He heard the shattering of glass in the distance and the screams of a woman. They were getting closer.
David closed his eyes and assessed the situation. The younger soldier obviously had the firepower advantage in the situation, but he was throwing bullets away like a lonely bachelor would toss money at a stripper.
David decided to try something. He stuck his arm through the doorway again and pulled it back just as quickly.
*BRRRRRRRRT BRRRRRRRRRRRRT*
The soldier was edgy now, having been fired at already. He pumped more lead into the door across the hall and the doorframe just inches away from David’s head. One of his shots nicked David’s arm as he pulled it back, tearing through the jacket sleeve and sending pain signals from his arm to his brain.
David winced. He looked at his arm. A grazing wound, he thought to himself, but enough to tell him to stop. He looked off in the distance and then shook his head determinately. He told himself to give it one more try.
He stuck his arm through the doorway and pulled it back once more.
*BRRRRRRRRT BRRRRRRRRRRRRT* *click*
“Sh-t!”
David spun around and dove to the left, ending up lying on his side and facing a panicked Peterson caught mid-reload. David lay on his left arm and raised the .45 to eye level.
*BANG BANG*
The slide of the pistol locked back and David saw the soldier fall rearward, dragging an American Flag hung on the wall to the ground with him as he slid to the floor. After a short gargling sound Peterson went silent behind the desk. David stood up and walked into the room.
Peterson was dead, that much was certain. One of the bullets entered his upper chest, the other slammed into his throat.
“Daaaamn. You killed him good.” Brian and John had entered the room behind him. Brian let out an impressed whistle.
David looked at the young soldier’s blood stained face. In his last few moments Peterson wore a look of absolute terror. The soldier’s eyes remained open wide, staring accusingly at the man who killed him. David felt a part of his soul die.
John looked up at his friend and put his arm on his shoulder. He gave a short squeeze and then let go.
“Come on, you can mourn the dead later. We gotta find Sarah.”
David snapped out of his trance. He turned to John and slowly nodded. Brian picked up the empty M4 carbine that lay at Peterson’s side. He grabbed two magazines of ammunition from the dead soldier’s vest and slammed one of them into the empty mag well. He bent down and pulled out the Beretta that was secured in Peterson’s holster and tossed it to John. John caught it and checked the slide, clicking the safety off. Brian tossed a magazine for the pistol and John caught it as well, stowing it away in his left pocket.
David looked around the room. A map of Yonkers with the school and the park circled in bright red sat on the Principal’s desk along with a blueprint of the building. A little desk sign that read “Captain R. Hein” rested at the front of the table. David yanked open the drawers of the desk one by one, finding a stainless steel ivory-gripped 1911 in the top right drawer along with two spare magazines. He slapped one of the magazines into the empty gun in his hand, then slid the gun in the drawer down the front of his jeans. The magazine went into his jacket pocket.
Brian and John focused their eyes on the building blueprint. Flipping through the pages, they looked around intently.
“There!” Brian shouted out. “The fallout shelter in the basement! You can bet your ass that’s where we’ll be safe!”
“The stairwell that leads to it is in the opposite side of the school,” David protested.
“You got any brighter ideas, genius?”
“But what about Sarah?” John asked.
“I know where she’s hiding, but...” His voice trailed off. “She’s probably dead by now.”
“We’ve come this far for her. We lived together and we’re gonna die together,” John replied.
“Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh...”
The three of them looked up at the door and saw a man in a white collared shirt stumble against the bullet riddled door frame, grabbing it for support. The man’s neck had been chewed off and his eyes were milky white. His jaws and teeth were soaked in blood. He laid there against the frame and then pushed off, staggering forward.
David, Brian and John all raised their guns at the man. Brian pulled back the charging handle of his rifle, then took aim.
“School’s out, bitch.”

Chapter 21: Things Fall Apart
David stepped out the doorway of the office and over the three, now four corpses that crowded in front of it. John followed behind, but Brian was still searching the soldier’s body.
“Hurry up man, there’s nothing left on that guy!” Yelled David.
“Just a second!” Brian yelled back. He turned and stood up, slipping something into his pocket discretely. David then turned back to the hallway. Looking down the corridor to the left from where they came, they heard the screams of women and children. The sounds of doors breaking and their windows shattering echoed through the hall. David looked back at his comrades.
“We’ve gotta go all the way back to the main hallway?”
“Yep, that’s what it says on the floor plans,” Brian replied. “Besides, Sarah was hiding in a broom closet somewhere close to the main hall last time I saw her.”
“Then we’ve gotta go back.” John said. He looked up at David and spoke to him directly, sympathetically.
“Remember, there’ll be people down that hallway inside the classrooms who won’t be as fortunate as Sarah. We can’t save them all. We’ve got to keep moving, no matter what.”
David nodded solemnly. The three of them ran back through the hallway that connected with the main corridor. Looking around they saw that the violence had continued unabated and had swept through the classrooms to their sides like a biblical plague. As David rushed through the hallways he looked into a few of the classrooms he passed by. There were bloodied and groaning people inside them, kneeling over the limp and sometimes kicking and screaming bodies of women and children. David saw that the bloodied figures were gorging themselves on their terrified prey, ripping them apart and devouring the pieces hungrily. David kept running, blindly, trying to force the images out of his head. He turned the corner into the main hall and kept running.
“Heads up!”
Brian yelled out and David immediately put his attention back towards the path in front of him. The three of them came to a screeching halt. Looking ahead, they realized the extent of the breach inside the school building. The main hall was overrun with them. Dozens of them. A pale, dirty blonde woman looked up from the corpse of the soldier she was feasting on, ripping his eye out from its socket with her teeth. She looked up at the three of them, swallowed the eye in her mouth, and let out a terrible moan. The other monstrosities in the hallway looked up at them as well and rose from the carcasses they were consuming. They stumbled down the hall towards David and his friends.
“Brian,” David said softly. “Any other plans?”
“Hold on, hold on,” Came the nervous reply. Brian fished the floor plan from his pocket and searched through it, his hands shaking. In front of them, the crowd was quickly closing the distance.
“I got it! There’s an alternate way to get there, we have to turn back and keep going down the hall we were just in. Then we make a right and go down the secondary hall towards the gym. Hopefully there’ll be less of them there.”
The three of them spun around and ran back up the hall, turning right and bolting down the corridor as if all Hell followed them. And it did.
“Turn here!” Brian said.
They did so and turned into the hallway that led down to the gymnasium and the locker rooms from before, coming full circle from when this disaster began. They turned right again and ran down the same hall that the panicked mob broke out of the gym from. Looking down, David saw the young mother and her toddler son on the ground again. The mother was awake now, but she was sobbing uncontrollably over the body of her trampled son. David and the others stopped and approached her, but she merely sobbed again and pulled back her lifeless son’s body, holding it close to her chest.
“They’re coming,” David said softly. “They’ll kill you if they see you out here.”
She looked up, teary eyed. David recognized her from the gymnasium before. Her pretty brunette hair was a mess and her clothes were torn.
“Death would be a blessing.” She replied. The tears had stopped flowing. She clutched her son’s body and held it tight, stroking his hair. John shook his head.
“Let’s go.”
The three of them ran further down the hall, looking at the crowded main entrance. There were less of them here, but that was probably because they were staggering after the three of them down the halls they had just run through. A good diversion, David thought to himself.
“Look out!”
A skinny man wearing a bloody wifebeater and striped pajama pants stumbled over to David, his hands clawing on his jacket sleeve. John raised his Beretta and fired, putting a bullet down the freak’s ear canal. Its grasp on David weakened and it collapsed to the ground.
“Sh-t! More of them outside!”
From beyond the door-less front entrance the sound of gunfire continued. The battle was still raging on in the park, but the shooting wasn’t nearly as loud or uninterrupted as before. Directly in front of him however David saw another mob of those groaning, walking carcasses heading up the steps into the school. The three of them ran down the hall to the left of the school entrance. They continued for about 50 meters or so until Brian came to an abrupt stop. He turned left to face a solid, heavy, windowless door and began pounding on it.
“Sarah! Sarah come on! We need to get out of here!”
No response came. Looking back to the entry way David saw the swarm approach and turn to face him, locking their milky white eyes with his own. They stumbled forward, forty meters away now.
“Open up Sarah! Come on I know you’re in there!”
Still no response. David kept his eyes focused on the crowd that was nearing ever closer. Then he turned to the door and leaned his head close. He closed his eyes and spoke.
“Sarah, it’s me, David. I- I’m sorry about what I did. It was an accident, in that whole mess in the gym. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please Sarah, come out.”
His tone was that of someone begging for forgiveness. For redemption. After a few seconds the door clicked open and swung inward. David, Brian and John simultaneously swung their weapons over and aimed through the doorway. It was Sarah. She put her hand on the barrel of Brian’s rifle and lowered it. Her eyes were drooping, weary, but she mustered out a forced, yet genuine smile when she saw David.
“I forgive you,” She said quietly. “Now let’s go.”
She looked up at John, shooting him a smile.
“Welcome back,” She said.
“You too,” He replied.
David and Sarah locked eyes then. He nodded and pulled out the ivory gripped pistol from behind his belt buckle with his free hand. He handed it over to her and she grabbed it with her left hand, cocking the hammer. Looking back down the hall, the mob was only 20 or so meters away. The four of them ran down the corridor, the walking dead groaning after them.
“Turn this way, past the cafeteria!”
They followed Brian as he led them. Running down the corridor, David looked through the windows that separated the cafeteria and the hallway he was in. He saw a soldier, cornered behind two dining tables, firing his rifle away at a mass of those freaks that descended upon him from every direction. One of them grabbed his arm and pulled the rifle away. The others reached at him, clawing and ripping him to pieces. David could hear his screams from through the windows.
Looking ahead, David noticed that the rear entrance of the school was wide open, the doors torn off their hinges just like the front entrance. Brian yelled out.
“This way! Come on, we’re almost there!”
Brian ran past the cafeteria and turned right into another hallway, the others quickly following. Then, David saw it. The dirty and rusted yellow metal sign that was bolted against the wall to his right, an artifact of more tumultuous times when the world believed that every day was another chance for them to be blasted straight to Hell. Two words with a giant yellow and black nuclear symbol under them. Fallout Shelter.
“Hah hah! We made it!”
Brian and the others ran towards the heavy steel door under the sign. It was secured by a heavy latch that required two hands to open. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and pressed both hands down on the rusted door latch, pushing with all his might. A loud, audible click sounded and Brian pulled open the door.
“We made it guys! I can’t believe we-”
*BANG*
The smile on Brian’s face faded away. He looked down the stairs that led to the fallout shelter. He then looked down at his shirt and saw the hole in his stomach. The baseball jersey he was wearing was rapidly turning red around the area of the hole. Brian slowly fell to his knees at the doorway.
*BANG BANG*
Brian fell backwards from the two cracks that resounded through the air. David caught him as he fell, looking down at his face. Out of the man’s mustached lips specks of crimson flew out and landed on his jersey.
“Brian!!!” Sarah screamed. John held her back from running towards her fallen comrade and into the line of fire.
“You’re not coming in here! Never!”
The voice from down the fallout shelter stairs screamed viciously, desperately. David looked at Brian’s face. He was coughing up blood violently now. Two more holes had appeared in his chest as blood seeped from where his lungs should be.
Brian slowly reached into his deep jeans pocket and pulled out something. His shaking hand resurfaced, holding a green spherical object with a yellow stripe around its circumference. Big yellow lettering went around the ball-like object. The lettering read “M67 FRAG GRENADE”
David took the object from Brian’s hand and stood up, lowering Brian onto the floor on his back. He found the pin on the side of the trigger and pulled it hard. He pressed down on the trigger and heard a click, then a hiss. Walking closer to the stairwell but crouching low, he tossed it underhand and the green sphere rolled down the stairs noisily.
*CLICK*
*CLACK*
*CLICK*
*CLACK*
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
David ran to the side of the heavy steel door and kicked it shut, then Sarah and him pressed their backs to the wall to the right of the door. John dragged Brian’s bleeding and coughing body with him, leaving a streak of dark red onto the tile floor. He dragged him over to where David and Sarah were at the side of the door and the four of them waited.
And waited.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
A muffled yet deafeningly loud explosion came from the wall behind them and the heavy steel door even shook violently for a single second. After that, the sound of silence.
David approached the door and cautiously pressed down on the handle with both his hands. The door swung outward and he looked down the stairs. They were empty but the stairwell leading down was covered in black ash. Metallic fragments embedded themselves all around the concrete stairs, walls and ceiling.
David walked down the stairs, Sarah following. John carefully picked up Brian and carried him down the stairwell. With each step down Brian groaned in agony.
David peaked around the corner of the enclosed stairwell. The sound of constant radio chatter filled the air as David approached closer. The scene in front of him looked like the back room of a butcher’s shop. On the floor lay a single uniformed soldier, his jaw torn clean off and a nickel sized hole blown through the side of his head. The rest of the man’s body looked like ground beef covered in camouflaged colored rags.
David looked around the room. To the far left of the chamber was a sturdy metal desk with a radio headset and a transmitter sitting on it. In the background the sound of people screaming and shooting on the other side of the radio permeated throughout the concrete bunker. A man sat in a chair in front of the desk. He was untouched by the explosion, but in the back of his head was a single bullet hole. David looked back at the bloody carcass on the floor and saw a .45 caliber pistol clutched loosely in the shredded corpse’s hand. The slide had been cracked by the flying fragments of the grenade.
John laid Brian on the hard floor against a large box. The wounded man let out a cry of pain, the holes in his chest and gut leaking ever more on the ground and on the wooden crate behind him. John pressed down hard with his hands on the holes, trying to stop the bleeding but forcing another pained cry from their dying friend.
“Heh... heh heh… We made it.”
Brian spoke while his chest moved up and down rapidly. Sarah and David knelt down in front of their comrade.
“Yeah,” Sarah said. Tears were forming in her eyes. They fell from her rosy cheeks and onto the floor. “We did, thanks to you Bri.”
“You’re… damned right we did.”
A bloody cough escaped his throat. He looked up at David. David saw that his eyes were gentle, a noticeable change from the constant look of hostility they normally had.
“Hey Dave…” Brian spoke softly.
“Yeah man?” David replied solemnly, his eyes focused on his friend’s face.
Brian closed his eyes, then smiled.
“I’m glad I didn’t blow your head off that day.”
David paused before answering. He forced a smile, his eyes getting teary too.
“Yeah, me too.”
Brian slowly reached up with his right hand and pulled his Mets cap down, covering his face.
“That’s… all folks.”
His hand went limp on his lap and his head fell back against the crate and rested there. His chest stopped moving.
After a moment, Sarah sobbed loudly. She knelt there on the cold floor covering her eyes with both hands, trying to stop the dam from bursting. It already had.
David edged closer to her. He put his hand around her shoulder and gently pulled her head onto his chest. He felt the wet tears seep through his shirt and touch his skin. He took another look at Brian. The man’s face was concealed completely behind his baseball cap but somehow David knew that it bore a look of complete and utter peace.
The sound of gunfire and screams continued from the radio headset lying on the desk, punctuated only by Sarah's mournful yet muffled sobs.

Chapter 22: Damned If You Don’t
John leaned against the concrete wall across from the crate where Brian’s body lay. His shirt and hands were covered in the dead man’s blood. He looked down blankly, his eyes focused on the scene before him. At the body of the friend whom he oft argued with but never managed to say goodbye to. He slowly turned around and collapsed against the wall, pressing his forehead against it. He pounded on it with his right fist, again and again, the scabs on his hands reopening and fresh blood dripping out once more.
David held onto Sarah tightly, stroking her blonde hair. He had done enough crying in this crisis and knew that his tears would change nothing. But he allowed Sarah to cry anyways because she simply needed to. After all of this, anyone would. But not David. Not anymore.
…
After a while Sarah lay asleep in David’s arms. Then, slowly and gently, David carried her in his arms and walked 30 feet over to the metal desk. He rested her softly against a crate and looked at her. The tears had dried on her cheeks and she was exhausted. David glimpsed back at the desk. A small digital clock sat there reading 1:25 AM.
David walked over to the desk and pushed the dead soldier’s body out of the chair and onto the floor. He sat in the chair and settled in, placing the noisy radio headset over his ears. He listened.
“Reloading! *BANG BANG BRRRRRRT BRRRRRRRRRRT* There’s too many of them!”
A man’s voice screamed frantically through the headset. In the background David could hear more automatic gunfire. He must have been in the frontline at the park. Suddenly, another voice began speaking.
“This is Rooftop unit Charlie and I’m running out of ammo! Request- sh-t, they broke into my building! I think they’re coming up the stairs right now!”
“Charlie unit, we’re too overwhelmed here in the park to provide assistance. You’ll have to fend them off yourself. If you cannot, then try to hide.”
David recognized the voice. It was Captain Hein’s. The man spoke calmly but then the sound of pistol shots told David that he was fighting just as heavily as his men were.
“I can’t hide anywhere. I’ve only got my sidearm and- *BANG BANG* Oh God they’re here! *BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG* AHHHHHHHHhhhhh”
The sound of bones crunching and something wet followed.
“Sh-t, we’ve lost the last rooftop unit! Sergeant, are the claymores set up yet?”
“Just one more left, Sir!” David recognized that calm, yet determined voice. It was Jimenez’s.
“Don’t bother setting up the last one, just fire what we’ve got!”
“Yes sir! You heard him, boys!”
“Firing in 3…2….1…*click*”
Even from under the concrete and metal bunker that he was trapped in, David heard the distant pop of multiple explosions going off in the direction of the park. A millisecond after he heard the pops a series of deafening roars came from the headset. He lowered the headset from his ears and shook his head around, trying to regain his sense of hearing. After a few more bursts of machine gun fire all went quiet.
“Hah hah! We got em! We got em!”
David heard the sound of soldiers cheering into their ear pieces triumphantly. Their cheers continued for a full minute and he felt a smile creep across his face.
“Quiet! I need radio silence NOW!”
The Captain’s voice boomed into David’s headphones and instantly an ear splitting silence fell. David was perplexed. What had happened?
“They’re getting up.” Came the Captain’s reply to his thoughts. “Oh God, they’re all getting up.”
“OPEN FIRE!”
The loud, constant crackle of automatic weapons fire continued as David drew a blank expression on his face. They had unloaded everything they had and it didn’t stop the mobs.
“This is Scout tower Echo, I’m looking at the school through my scope and there’s more of them coming from the front entrance. They’re coming out in droves! Oh my God,” The man on the other side of the radio paused. “It’s the refugees! They’ve turned into-”
“Keep firing! Don’t stop until we clear em all off!” Came the Captain’s shouted response.
“This is Alpha Gate Machinegunner 1, I’m running low on ammo and the barrel of my .50 is white hot, I won’t be able to hold em!”
“This is Bravo Gate, we’re falling back!”
“No! Hold your positions! Not one step back!”
“We can’t Sir, they’re- AHHHHHhhhhhh”
“This is Charlie Gate, we’re falling back!”
One by one, David heard the same thing from every soldier who spoke in the radio channel.
The base was overrun.
Suddenly, David heard one more pop in the distance followed by a loud explosion through his headset. He winced and then the gunfire continued. The last claymore, he thought to himself.
Soon the sound of gunshots became drowned out by the sound of screams, and then the sickening sound of crunching bones and tearing flesh.
“All stations, can you hear me?” The Captain’s voice crackled through the headset. “Is anyone there?”
David hesitated. He wanted to speak into the microphone, but something inside him prevented him from doing so.
“Oh God, not like this. Not like this.”
David heard the sound of a pistol racking through the headset.
“Martha, I’m coming. I’ll be seeing you and the kids soon enough.”
A short silence.
“*BANG*”
David looked off at the wall in front of him. He stared, and then slowly pushed the headset off of him and laid it on the table. The only noise that came from it was the wet sound of the gruesome feast that was taking place at the park.
They were all dead.
…
Half an hour passed as David sat watching over Sarah as she slept. John sat slouched against the wall opposite them, his eyes fixed at the cold, concrete floor.
“So they’re all gone?”
David looked up from Sarah and at John’s tired, worried eyes. He paused for a second before he gave his answer.
“Yeah.”
John’s head didn’t shift an inch from the floor.
“Those things… they came from Massachusetts.”
David stared at John for a while. How did he know about the van with the Mass license plates?
“I saw them out on the streets, just like you did. A lot of them were wearing Red Sox merchandise.”
David searched through his memory and his eyes widened. John was right.
“I’m sure your parents are-“
“I know they are,” Came John’s stern reply. John looked up for the first time and spoke again. “I know my dad’s ok. He has to be.”
*CLICK*
All of a sudden, both of them turned to face the stairwell. The sound came from the steel door at the entryway. Then, David heard the slam of the door shutting. He drew his pistol from his belt and John did the same. Both of them approached the stairwell cautiously, guns aimed at the ready.
The hollow sound of irregular footsteps coming down the stairwell echoed against the thick bunker walls. Then, out of the stairwell a man in uniform stumbled out. The man held a pistol with the slide locked back in his right hand. It was Sergeant Jimenez.
John and David kept their guns trained on Jimenez. The Sergeant stumbled forward a few steps, then leaned against the wall next to the stairwell. Shooting a quick glance down, David noticed the man had a bloody bite wound on his left leg. Jimenez let out a deep sigh. His constantly weary eyes looked even wearier now. Then, he lowered his head and looked at his wound. He dropped his empty pistol and it clattered to the floor. He then slid down to the ground with his back against the concrete. He looked up at the two men and smiled.
“Ain’t that a bitch,” He said as he rested his head against the wall behind him. He looked up at the ceiling smiling.
“What were the chances that some idiot from out of state would drag the entire population of New England over here?”
He chuckled to himself. David lowered his pistol. John, staring with pity at the man who imprisoned him earlier, did the same. David spoke.
“Is everyone out there dead?”
Jimenez nodded.
“All of them. No one got out alive but me. I triggered the last claymore and cleared a way through, barely making it out alive.”
He nodded his head towards his bleeding leg.
“One of those bastards crawling on the ground managed to get my leg good.”
He stopped and paused, reaching into his chest pocket for a pack of smokes. He pulled one out and stuck it into his mouth. He then pulled a cheap plastic lighter out and flicked away, but a flame never appeared. David slowly fished out his chromed Zippo from his pocket and leaned over the man. He flicked the lighter on and the bright orange-yellow flame bathed the dimly lit fallout shelter. The Sergeant leaned his head closer to the flame and lit the end of the tobacco. He took a few puffs and then spoke.
“You kill those guys?” He gestured his head towards the two dead soldiers and Brian. David shook his head.
“No, just the one over there.” He pointed at the shredded carcass of the blown-up soldier. “He killed our friend.”
Jimenez looked over to Brian and nodded.
“I’m sorry,” He said solemnly. “I have to take full responsibility for the actions of the men under my command.”
He took another puff from his cigarette while David and John stood quietly. Then John spoke.
“Is anyone else coming for us?”
Jimenez looked up and a laugh passed through his lips. He shook his head.
“We lost communication with the main base in Albany days ago. No one’s coming.”
He tapped the ash that collected at the end of his cigarette off onto the floor and took another puff. He breathed out a cloud of smoke that accumulated slowly above him.
“We were all that was left. And now there’s nothing.”
David and John looked down at the man who sat before them and their eyes turned somber. Jimenez then slowly got to his feet, letting out a hiss of pain from his bloodied leg. The look he gave to David said that he knew he was going to die.
Slowly, he stumbled back out towards the stairwell, dragging his bum leg behind. He turned around to face David and John. His face was paler now, but the same world weary look he always wore remained. He smiled and then spoke.
“I hope you enjoyed your stay at our facilities.”
He limped his way up the stairs and after a short while David heard the sound of the heavy steel door opening.
“By the way,” Jimenez called out from up the stairwell. “You damaged the door lock with whatever you blew it up with. It won’t hold up against those things out there.”
A pause followed.
“Just like me, you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t.”
David heard the door slam shut behind the Sergeant as he left. He wouldn’t last long wounded, by himself and without any weapons. But perhaps it was his will to die out there like his men did.
David looked back at John. The giant shrugged his shoulders and sat down, resting his back on the crate next to Brian’s body. He took one look at his fallen comrade, then to the far corner of the room where Sarah lay sleeping. He then shifted his gaze back at the floor.
“We won’t last long without any rest either. We’ll leave in the morning.”
David nodded. He walked over to the chair in front of the desk and sat down, resting his head sideways on the metal desk. He at the floor a few feet away and his eyes found Sarah. She lay sound asleep against the crate, exhausted from the events of the day. David hadn’t gotten any sleep himself that night or the previous night either. He tried to fight it, but eventually his mind drifted off as he entered into cold slumber. As his consciousness slipped away, he thought to himself once more.
We're all damned, aren't we?

Chapter 23: Live Together, Die Alone
*CLANG*
*CLANG*
*CLANG*
David nestled in his sleep, burying his face deeper into his arms as he lay resting on the desk. The noise repeated itself over and over again, forcing its way through his ear drums and into his brain. Slowly, he opened his eyes and blinked a few times. The first thing he caught sight of was Sarah, still sound asleep on the ground to the right of him. David sat upright in his chair and finally the sound registered in his mind. It was coming from the door just like before. Except this time it was accompanied by loud, unearthly groaning. His eyes widened as he stared off in the direction of the stairwell. A few barely audible words escaped from his lips.
“No. Not here. Not now.”
He scrambled to his feet and towards Sarah. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard.
“Sarah, wake up! Come on, wake up!”
She opened her eyes and brought her hands to them, rubbing them slowly.
“What’s… what’s going on?”
She looked up at David sleepily and her eyes locked with his. When she saw the urgent look that lay on his face her grogginess disappeared immediately.
“I think they’re outside.”
She looked up at the stairwell and then back at David. She knew the significance of those words and the sheer weight that they held.
David turned around to face John and saw that he had already awoken. The giant was at full attention and stood at the entry to the stairwell. David and Sarah approached him and sensed the fear in his grey eyes. They glanced up at the steel door at the end of the stairwell. It shook violently with every pound that came from the other side. David listened carefully and heard a whole chorus, a cacophony of groans that made the very fibers of his mortal soul shiver. They were outside. And there were many of them.
*CLANG*
Suddenly, David saw a tiny object fly off the door after a particularly powerful blow landed. The sound of metal striking concrete multiple times echoed through the spacious bunker as something flickered d

[Maskan]

down the stairs. David looked down at his feet. It was a rusted screw, one that was formerly attached to the bottom hinge of the vault-like door that separated his living group from the dead.
Soon the barrier would be broken and the distinctions between the two would disappear in a gory instant.
John turned around without saying a word and knelt at the foot of Brian’s lifeless body. He reached over with his left hand and gently held the dead man’s hat down on his immobile head. With his right arm he pulled off the M4 carbine that was slung over the body’s shoulder. He stood up and checked the weapon’s chamber.
“Get back guys. Stay behind me.”
John’s voice went low as he spoke. He aimed the rifle up the stairwell. David and Sarah quietly obeyed, their eyes fixed on the shaking door. Another loud clang pierced through the air as the lower hinge loosened at the side of the steel barrier. David looked around the large bunker that had offered him safety the previous night. It was now his prison. And soon it would be their tomb.
He drew the pistol from his belt and Sarah did the same. They thumbed back the hammers of their .45s and pointed them at the trembling door. David caught a glimpse of Sarah’s face. There was no fear left in her eyes.
Another pound and the door frame budged inward slightly. From the other side David saw daylight outline the edges of the entryway. Two more hammering blows followed and the top hinge of the door jostled and cracked.
David thought to himself in those last few moments. He thought about how it would feel like to die. How it would feel like to have the jaws of those things close on him and devour him. How it would feel like to stick the cold metal of the gun in his hand into his mouth and pull the trigger.
The thought quickly left his mind as he wandered back to reality. He would not die. Not here. No, he would die on his own terms.
The top door hinge shattered and the heavy steel door collapsed, bouncing down the stairwell and coming to rest at John’s feet. The three of them didn’t flinch. There were so many of them. Tall and short, young and old, male and female and of every race. They each had their tell-tale wounds and bloodstained clothes. And they all crowded around the doorway and pushed and shoved their way through, staggering down the steps.
David looked down the sights of his pistol and lined them up on the first person who entered the stairwell, a woman with a torn left ear and cheek. He focused the three dots of the pistol’s night sights between the woman’s milky white eyes. She let out a groan as she took the first steps down the long staircase. David held his breath and pulled the trigger.
*BANG*
The pistol barked deafeningly in his hands as the bullet soared screaming into her cerebellum and dropped her down the stairs like a slinky. He realigned his sights on the next one that walked down the four foot wide or so doorway, firing again and dropping it just the same. To his left John fired as well, putting short bursts into the burgeoning crowd that passed through them like a hot knife through melted butter. To his right Sarah picked her targets out slowly and took her time, putting a bullet into the head of a bloodied and decomposing walking corpse every time she fired. The bullets put them down quick and easy but the mob did not care. One by one and two by two, they passed through the doorway unimpeded and unendingly. But David, Sarah and John kept firing until their bodies littered the stairwell and crowded it. And yet they still came forward, an infinitely spanning army that never tired and never gave up in pursuit of what it wanted.
*BRRRT BRRRRT BRRRRRRT* *click*
“Reloading!” John yelled out as he slammed the only magazine he had left into his rifle. He flicked the selector switch of the carbine in his hand to semi-automatic, then quickly took aim up the stairwell again and shot some more. To his right David saw Sarah lock empty on her pistol and toss it to the ground. She ran over to John and grabbed the Beretta from his belt, turning to fire once more at the heaving dead that were rapidly filling the staircase. The mob was practically walking on the bullet riddled carcasses that littered the concrete steps under their shuffling feet.
David fired the last round left in his magazine and reached down into his jacket pocket for another. He dropped the empty one from his gun and slammed the fresh one in, thumbing down the slide release. Ahead of him, he could see the crowds were just barely 10 feet away.
“Fall back!” roared John as he fired round after round.
The three of them backed up slowly as they continued their barrage of gunfire. David pressed his back against a stack of crates that lay behind him. Looking around, he saw that they were cornered.
“Dave, Sarah, get outta here!”
David looked up at John as the giant doubled tapped a corpse’s face. He then looked around to his right and grabbed Sarah’s arm, pulling her towards the metal desk that he had slept in earlier. The two of them whirled around and looked back, guns at the ready for to shoot the first one that appeared out of the stairwell. They didn’t have to wait long.
John walked backwards towards them as he fired at the mob. The corpses had managed to break through and onto the ground floor of the bunker, shambling forward and taking rounds in the face as their reward for every step that they gained. A few of them descended upon the bodies of Brian and the blown-up soldier.
“No! Stay away from him!”
John growled and shot the ones who knelt around Brian, but to no avail. They knocked his baseball cap off his face and commenced biting him and tearing chunks out of his flesh.
“No…” John’s voice dropped. He stared wide eyed at Brian’s lifeless body as it was torn apart. He then turned his aim to the shamblers that approached him and fired, stepping backwards slowly as he did.
John had now backed up right next to David and Sarah against the metal desk. The swarm poured into the room one by one and lurched forward. The three of them were cornered. David thought to himself.
This is the end.
“Guys!”
Sarah had called out and David snapped out of his trance of hopelessness. He looked up at her and saw that she was pointing towards the boxes. Upon first glance he noticed nothing unusual that he didn’t see when he slept on the desk a few minutes ago. But upon a closer look he saw it. A small space between the piled wooden crates and the concrete wall to the left of the metal desk. The space was barely a foot wide but it was enough to pass through.
“This way!” Sarah yelled.
Sarah and David ran towards the gap and pressed their backs against the wall to shimmy through. John continued to shoot at the bloodied monstrosities that came forth as he sidestepped to the left towards the space. As he neared it, John and Sarah grabbed his free arm and pulled him through. From the other side of the gap one of the groaning freaks clawed after them. Behind him the whole pack of them pushed and shoved, knocking him through the gap and onto the floor flat on his face. Sarah aimed down and fired the Beretta, the bullet passing through the young man’s bloodied brown hair and stopping him dead in his tracks.
David turned around and looked at the area of the fallout shelter that he had never seen before. Around him were more heavy wooden crates piled eight feet high. But just out of the corner of his eye something caught his attention. It was a cargo elevator the size of a laundry machine. The gate had to be manually closed from the outside and the three green buttons that controlled which floor it went to were a full three feet away from the rusted mesh right side of the lift. David turned back around to look at the boxes. From just above him he saw that a few of the skinnier and more agile freaks were climbing over and were now crawling in the narrow space between the barrier of crates and the ceiling. They fell to the ground in front of them and crawled ever closer.
“In the elevator, now!” John boomed. David and Sarah didn’t have to be asked twice. They rushed into the small lift and ducked their heads down to step in. John walked to the front of the lift and stopped. He then reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. He held it out in his left hand to David.
“Take it. Please. You’ll know what to do with it.”
David stared at him and nodded, taking the folded up sheet. He paused to look at it. It had an address scribbled on the outside, 138 Kensington Boulevard Boston, Massachusetts. David looked back up confusedly as John grabbed the mesh gate of the lift and yanked it down forcefully.
“Thanks,” said the giant softly with a grin.
“John!” Sarah cried.
He spun around and fired at several of the monsters that crawled towards them on the floor, nailing each of them in the head. Several more fell from the tops of the crates and hit the ground. Looking to the gap David saw that the crowd was forcing more of themselves through one by one.
John sidestepped along the wall, firing away. He picked his targets carefully now, shooting less frequently to conserve his dwindling ammunition. He reached the elevator controls and turned left, looking through the rusted mesh side of the cargo lift and at David and Sarah. He smiled at them.
“Take care.”
With that, he slammed on the top green button marked “2” with his left fist. David felt the lift slowly start to move up. Sarah dove against the mesh wall that separated her from John and pounded on it savagely, desperately.
“John! John!!”
From below, David saw the giant fire away at the crawling and shambling ghouls that now cornered him against the wall. He fired a few times more and then the hollow click of the bolt locking back on his rifle resonated above the moans of the mob. He turned the rifle around and started swinging it at the monsters that were now within arms reach of him. David heard his angry grunts as he launched the stock of his rifle at his rapidly closing assailants. They circled around him and enveloped him. Then, the elevator moved up through the ceiling and David could see only concrete. The chorus of groans disappeared and was drowned out by the mechanical noise of the elevator. Sarah continued to pound on the rusted metal, screaming.
“John!! No!!!”
She spun around and grabbed David by his jacket collar. He looked into her eyes. They were wild and frenzied.
“We have to go back! Now!!”
She yelled at him, her face just inches away from his. All he could do was stare blankly back. There were no controls on the inside of the lift. Even if wanted to go back down there he wouldn’t be able to. He wanted to say all of this but instead remained silent. Reason would not work on her. She was clearly fraught and all logic would have failed. Sarah stared into David’s eyes and tears began to accumulate in her own. She didn’t try to fight it. She thrusted her face down into his chest and wept hard, her sobs moving her back up and down rhythmically. David kept staring at the moving walls of the elevator as the lift ascended. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. All that remained was his own inexpressible disbelief and sorrow. The mechanical drone of the elevator resumed in the background as Sarah wailed, clutching David and pulling him closer.

Chapter 24: Beauty
The lift continued up and David saw it pass the first floor hallway that was directly next to the crowded fallout shelter entrance. The creatures continued to flood into the bunker, a sea of shambling, bloodied people that filled the entire corridor. The elevator did not stop and continued upward, disappearing into the concrete once again.
David held onto Sarah tight as she cried. Her sobs echoed against the hollow walls of the elevator shaft. All David could do was stare blankly off somewhere far, far away. He had lost another friend. There was no solace in that.
Suddenly daylight poured into the elevator shaft as he looked up from Sarah’s quivering hair and through the secured mesh gate of the elevator. She looked up as well, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her jeans jacket. A few sniffles remained here and there. The elevator slowed down and then finally stopped at a floor David had never seen before. A long hallway stretched in front of him that led to a flight of stairs going up. David squeezed Sarah’s shoulder gently yet tightly. Her eyes and nose were red and her blonde hair was a mess but he still thought that she was so beautiful.
David looked at the elevator gate before him. There was no way to open it from the inside. Instead, he rested his back against the wall opposite of the gate and pulled back his leg, sending it forth as powerfully as he could muster at the mesh barrier. It shuddered. David kicked again and again, each time with more force.
After his fifth or so strike the mesh gate flew outward and clattered on the tile in front of the elevator noisily. David stood up and got out of the lift. He reached his hand inside to Sarah and she took it. He pulled her out and they walked down the corridor in silence. To their left large windows stretched alongside the wall from the elevator shaft all the way to the other side of the hall. The first rays of daylight shone on the two of them as they continued through the hallway, their footsteps echoing. They climbed the stairs at the end of the hall and reached a door at the top. David pushed down at the latch and the door swung open to the cold, early morning air. The city of Yonkers was still caught mostly in the dark as the sun beamed off in the horizon. David looked down at the park and saw that the crowd had gathered there and was still enjoying its unholy feast. He walked out onto the pebble rooftop with Sarah and towards the fire escape at other edge of the roof opposite from the park. As he approached it he suddenly stopped. He had only heard his own footsteps. He turned around slowly to face Sarah. Her eyes looked calm, empty. The sunlight seemed to illuminate her pretty face more than anything else around her.
“What’s wrong?” He asked softly.
“David…” She answered back quietly. A dead silence followed.
“David, I’m tired of running. I’ve been running for so long now I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to really live.”
She paused again and her voice became almost inaudible. She sniffled to herself.
“I don’t want to run anymore.”
“Sarah, come on, this isn’t the time to stop and think about stuff like this. We can get down into the city and then get out of-”
“David.”
“-town and into the country and head out to Canada or somewhere where they won’t foll-”
“David.”
“-ow us and we can live! I know we can. Otherwise Brian and John, their sacrifices would mean nothing.”
“David.”
She repeated his name again. There was no hint of malice in her voice. There wasn’t anything in her voice actually. She let out a small, genuine smile.
“David, you’re a survivor. You’ve lived through this whole mess and made it perfectly fine just by yourself. Then we came along and…”
She paused for a whole minute before finishing her sentence. A chilly gust of wind blew and David’s jacket gently fluttered. Sarah’s blonde ponytail quivered in the wind.
“I’d only slow you down David. I’m not a survivor like you are. I’m just a teacher, and this is a school. I belong here. Go on by yourself. And live, David, just live.”
David’s eyes widened for a second and then a determined look spread across his face. He grabbed Sarah’s arm and pulled it with him roughly as he walked towards the fire escape. He stopped at the edge of the roof. Sarah wasn’t resisting his pull. But she wasn’t obliging it either. He looked over his shoulder at her. The look on her face was serene. She was so beautiful.
David couldn’t hold back the tears that were filling his eyes. Sarah walked closer to him and put her arms around him, holding him tight. He cried because of Brian. He cried because of John. And he cried because he loved Sarah but she would never come with him. Not now and not ever.
“It’s ok, David. It’s alright.” Her voice was sincere, gentle.
“No its not. It’s not alright. It’s all f-cked,” He replied between sobs.
“It’s not all f-cked. It’ll be alright. You can make it. Without me.”
She held him tighter and the tears kept flowing from his eyes and down his face. Then after a moment they parted their embrace and he looked at her. Her green eyes were at peace. She knew that if she stayed here on the roof she would not last long. But she no longer cared about herself. Her will to live had completely vanished and David realized that she had put it all in him.
She smiled and nodded. Then she walked to him and he bent his head down. She kissed him on the lips for what seemed like a silent eternity. Then she stepped back and he took one last look at her face. She was so beautiful.
He took a few steps backward and then turned around to face the fire escape. He slowly walked down the stairs, each step he took making an audible metallic clang. He reached the bottom of the steps and pushed the retractable ladder down to the pavement. The streets below him were almost empty, the swarm had focused its attention on the park to the opposite side of the school. David climbed down the ladder alone and jumped down to the sidewalk. He walked away from the school. Where he went didn’t matter to him. Nothing mattered to him anymore.
He turned around the corner of a street and continued up the block, heading north. He looked over his shoulder. There she stood, on top of the school roof, pistol in hand. She looked up from the pistol and far off into the distance at David. She smiled.
He faced front and continued walking, keeping a steady pace. He loved her. But she would never be his.
As he walked away, David heard the sound of a single, solitary gunshot echo against the buildings that surrounded him. He stopped for a second. He knew which direction it came from. He stood there for a whole minute, staring off into oblivion. Then he continued walking away and out of the city.
She was so beautiful.
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Epilogue: Three Months Later
David stopped in front of the house that stood before him. It was a small brick building in the suburbs. Looking to his left, the infested ruins of the city of Boston were far off in the distance. The neighborhood around him wasn’t in much better shape. He looked down at the crumpled sheet in his hand and reread the letters that were scribbled on the outside. Then he looked down at the broken mailbox that lay on the lawn on its side. 138 Kensington Boulevard. David had never unfolded the sheet and read its contents. He knew who was meant to read it and it certainly wasn’t him. He walked to the front door of the house and knocked out of force of habit. Upon the first knock the door creaked inward and he saw that the lock mechanism was broken. He drew the Kimber Warrior .45 from the holster he had secured to the side of his belt and pushed the door open slowly.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
David walked into the house, his feet crunching on the broken glass of a vase on the floor. He looked through the foyer of the building he was in. In front of him was a small table with cracked picture frames laying on the floor. David kneeled down on one knee and picked up one of the frames. It was a vacation photo, a tall, stern looking middle aged man standing next to his younger wife. At their feet were two small children, a boy and a girl. David recognized the boy. It was John, but he had a head full of hair back then. The little boy dug his face enthusiastically into an ice cream cone, his eyes barely paying attention to the cameraman. He was happy.
David stood up and his eyes met a broken mirror that hung just above the small table. He looked at himself. It had been months since he’d shaven and a wild brown beard had sprouted from his chin and all around his face. His hair was untrimmed and practically covered his ears. His suede jacket was dirty, bloodstained and had holes in the sleeves. His eyes looked years older.
David turned away from the mirror and walked around the foyer to the stairwell. The stairs had been smashed in on purpose and had collapsed. David grabbed onto the railing and shimmied his way up slowly, looking down the broken stairwell into the large black pit that must have been the basement. It would be a hard fall from here.
At last, he put his feet down on the solid ground of the second floor. He walked down the narrow hallway, pistol drawn and at the ready. There were bedrooms on both sides of the hall, one of them with pink wall paper and the other with blue. Both rooms had collected a layer of dust. David looked into the boy’s room. It was bare bones and had almost nothing in it except for the bed and a small desk with pencils, pens and paper. David continued to the end of the hall and stopped at the only closed door in the corridor. He put his left hand on the doorknob, paused, and then turned it, pushing the gun in his right hand through the opening.
The bedroom before him was just as bare bones as the other rooms he’d been in. The walls were covered in faded striped yellow wallpaper. An acrid stench filled the air. David looked over to the queen sized bed in the center of the room and saw where it came from.
The man and the woman in the photo he’d looked at earlier were on the bed, lying still. They held each other closely. On the bureau drawer that sat next to the bed, David saw two empty containers of sleeping pills. He covered his nose and looked down at the two people who lay before him. He pulled out the crumpled, folded up letter from his pocket. Under the address were two words. “To Dad.”
David took the dead man’s hand and put the letter in it, squeezing it gently before releasing his grip. He walked out of the room and exited the house.
…
David continued down walking down the right side of the empty highway that once was the I-90. Over his shoulder he carried a dark green satchel bag filled with canned food and a carton of cigarettes that he raided from the local supermarket. He walked alone, staring off into the endless highway that lay before him.
The sound of rumbling just barely entered his ears. He stopped and listened carefully, then turned around. Over in the road behind him he could just barely make out a vehicle coming his way. He squinted to get a better look at it. It was a large, red, beat up Mack truck. David stared at it for a bit and then cautiously stuck out his thumb out towards the road. The truck was quite far off but it got bigger as the sound of its engine rumbled louder. David waited.
After about a minute the truck slowed down and pulled in front of him. David saw that there was a large steel tank attached to the semi-truck. The blue lettering on the tank read “GASOLINE”. David looked through the passenger side window. The driver rolled it down and looked at him. He was a chubby man wearing a red plaid collared shirt and grey stubble on his chin. The man looked at him strangely and spoke loud over the droning engine.
“Where you headin’?”
David looked back at the man. He paused for a second, then answered.
“Anywhere.”
The man shrugged his shoulders.
“Hop in.”
David opened the passenger side door and climbed into the seat. He shut the door behind him. The truck accelerated down the highway and soon they were speeding down at a good pace.
“Thanks,” He said quietly.
“No problem. Where you from?”
David didn’t answer for a second, then turned his head slowly to face the man.
“New York.”
“Damn, you’re pretty far from home, friend. My name’s Louis. I’m from Maine. I was heading west to the desert. Anywhere I can get away from them.”
David nodded. He didn’t even try to remember the man’s name. It probably wouldn’t be long before one of them was dead anyhow.
Louis looked at David quietly, then down at his satchel bag. He turned his eyes back to the road and continued driving for a minute.
Suddenly, the truck began to slow down as Louis parked it to the side of the highway. David looked up. His aged, bearded face showed no emotion. No surprise, no confusion, nothing.
The vehicle stopped completely at the side of the road and Louis pulled out a Smith and Wesson revolver. He aimed it straight at David, who had turned to face the window and was staring blankly outside at the outskirts of the country. The sky was dark and cloudy and it looked like it was going to rain.
*Click*
Louis cocked the hammer of his revolver.
“I”ll be taking that bag along with anything else you got there.”
David turned his head slowly around. His aged eyes gave the impression that didn’t care. Then, slowly, he slung the satchel bag over his shoulder and held it in his arms. He moved it up and down as if readying to toss it, and then threw it underhand at the dashboard in front of Louis.
Lightning quick, David’s left arm shot out and grabbed the man’s wrist, pushing the revolver out of the way. The gun barked loudly in the man’s hand and a bullet shattered the right side mirror. Glass fragments fell to the pavement noisily. David reached back and drew the .45 from his belt, shoving the barrel against Louis’ throat and cocking the hammer. The man sat surprised and wide eyed. Louis began to breathe heavily and panickedly.
“Drop the gun,” David said quietly. His voice was that of a stone cold killer.
Louis complied, his shaking hand dropping the revolver onto the floor next to the gas pedal. In his blue eyes David saw the look of absolute terror that he’d seen in so many other people before. People he’d killed.
“Please,” Louis begged. “I wasn’t going to kill you, I swear. Don’t kill me. Please.”
David kept his eyes focused on the man and his finger wrapped around the trigger. If he so much as sneezed the man would be breathing out of a hole in his Adam’s apple. He looked once more at the man’s face. Sweat poured from Louis’ forehead down to the end of his nose and dripped onto the barrel of the .45. David spoke.
“Get out of the truck. Now.”
The man nodded his head rapidly and backed up against the driver’s side door. He opened the door and stepped out of the truck. David moved over to the driver’s seat and looked down at Louis standing on the pavement.
“Why don’t you just shoot me?” He yelled back. “You might as well. Those things will get me if I don’t have a gun.”
David looked down at the man solemnly through the open window of the door. Specks of rain had started to fall from the dark skies and hit the windshield. He then turned to face the road in front of him and stepped slowly on the gas pedal. The truck roared forward, speeding down the highway as the rain picked up. Looking through the side view mirror David saw Louis shrinking off in the distance. Night was falling and the man’s chances of survival would soon be nonexistent.
In the long run, David thought, so was everyone’s.

THE END

[cd2220]

they might hav bin one of the best zombie storys ive ever read, dude, 20,000,000,000,000 stars , frikken epic,

[Maskan]

well heres better news. the guy who wrote that story is making another one want me to post?

[Kaz]

woah.... just... woah, but i hate how ppl do that in movies, "i cant go on i wont make!" ITS BULLSHIT, they will make it if they try there just lazy!

[FLCL-SS]

I Know Right! I Wouldn't Have Taken No As An Answer, I Would Have Caried Her Over My Shoulder If I'd Had To. It Was A Great Story But It Kinda Sucked That Everyone But David Died. I Hope The New Story You're Talking About Is Even Better. Is It Still In The Theme Of Zombies? If It Is Then Post Away!

[Kaz]

or you could just knock em out aswell (Makes it easyer to carry that way!)

[Maskan]

yeah it about teh zombehs

[FLCL-SS]

Oh, Well Shit, Post Away Brother! lol

[Maskan]

ill start a new thread for it

[cd2220]

woah.... just... woah, but i hate how ppl do that in movies, "i cant go on i wont make!" ITS BULLSHIT, they will make it if they try there just lazy!

she just said that to get him to go, she really just lost her will to live, lost her job, her friends, saw so many horrible things, she just couldnt go on, and comitid suicide, i can understand, and he knew that so he just left,


and about the other story, POST IT

[Maskan]

I DID!!!! and its pretty good