We ran up the desolate streets, carabiners holding rope and saddlebags jingling for every step. We approach the hotel door and get ready for the breach. Brando checks his Mossberg 500's safety I unslung my R-25 and reached for the doorknob with my left hand. Yanking the door open Brando stepped through.
*Blam*
The first shell hit the floor just before the Shuffler
*Blam*
Two down, Brando stepped in and knelt into a firing position. I swung the Rifle into the opening and stepped in. One shot, no more head on the rotting bastard.
"Light" Brando said calmly
"Got it" I replied then turned on my Mag light.
Two more zombies were standing off to the left of the room near a hallway. Instead of shooting them I slung my rifle over my back and grabbed my kukri machete sneaking up behind them. I swung the hefty blade splitting the first shuffler's head like a piece of firewood. The second Zombie spun around just in time to get the pistol grip of Brando's Mossberg in it's forehead.
"Wipe that clean, don't want that gunk on you"
I said to Brando, pointing at his Shotgun's handle.
He wiped it on the Zombie's tee shirt then shrugged.
"Clean enough"
I raised an eyebrow but figured it was fine.
"Alright. That hall should lead to the Maintenance room for this place, we can get our tools and haul ass."
Brando nodded at my vague plan. I drew my pistol and slid the mag-lite into an old hollowed out rail mount, fastening the screws so the thing wouldn't fall out.
"You ever gonna get a real rail-light for that thing?"
Brando inquires.
"Yeah let's just hit up a Cabella's sure they have them in stock."
Sarcasm, it's easy to understand in these times.
I went out in front, shining the light down the hall. There were a few bodies visible and it looked like someone went down the hall spraying red paint with a garden hose. A fluorescent tube flickered at the end of the hall. There was a sign stuck on the door, Maintenance, jackpot.
We stacked up on this door, same as the door to the building, but something was off. I reached for the handle and the door burst to pieces! Brando was right in front when they poured out, he was instantly knocked to the ground and swarmed.
"GOD DAMN IT NO!"
I fired an entire magazine into the crowd as they swarmed him, When I ran out of bullets I beat them over the heads with the gun itself. It was hopeless he was being torn apart right in front of me.
And I couldn't do anything. I stood there and watched, Stunned.
The beasts kept coming out of the damn doorway and were starting to take notice of me. One of the Fuckers lashed out at me but I was able to side step it turn around and run. I ran as fast as I could, away from the body, away from the zombies, away from everything. Unfortunately I ran into a completely different problem.
"Oh shit no, please!"
I ran into an open gallery where there were a good 20 small people standing around. I knew exactly what they were but I couldn't think of it, I didn't want to think of it.
"Little girl?"
The sad looking child turned to look at me and I almost started to cry.
"Oh god"
Her entire right arm had been gnawed to a stump and her Optical orbit o the same side was bone and a punctured dangling eye. I gagged. She lunged.
Instantly the girl was on me, she was small enough I could throw her off but when I did the entirety of the group started towards me. I drew my Kukri and brought my arm up.
They charged me, all of them, all in school uniforms, they charged me. My brain was screaming at me to swing but every fiber of my being wouldn't let me. I couldn't do it. I JUST CAN'T!
"AGHHH!"
Sharp pain from my shoulder, warm liquid poured from the wound as I was shaken from behind. The Shufflers that tore apart Brando, they caught up to me .
"LET GO OF ME YOU SON OF A BI-"
Sharp pain across my stomach, the children started to tear into me, pulling the organs from my body. I prayed to black out, I prayed for death or shock but it never came. I watched as the children tore my insides away. I watched as my legs were chewed to bone. I watched a particularly putrid monster tear my face apart. I watched until my eyes were torn from me.
I watched.
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