He knew who his companions were, but with the noises that came from outside James still wasn't that happy.
Then it happened. The door slammed on the floor and the blighted started to enter. his heart once again jumped a beat. As the blighted poured inside, he softly crept inside the crowd hoping that nobody would notice.
"Alright then y'all its them or us, I got the first one!"
The redneck did have a point. If they were to survive, everybody had to cooperate. He grabbed his gun with both hands, aimed for the pack and started to shoot. His first bullet hit one of the zombies in its supporting leg, causing it to fall down surprised. As it was struggling to get back up, James unleashed a flurry of bullets on his back. Most of these didn't do much, silenced pistols never seem to pack a punch, but after 4 more shots the body seemed to have stopped moving.
"Heh, I got him." James said as he gave himself a small pat on the back, "but I don't think I've got a lot of bullets left." He turned towards the cop and asked him, "do you know where I can get some more bullets, sir?"
When James arrived at the police station he was relieved. The group he found there stood in shrill contrast with the deserted streets he had walked through to get here. Well, not entirely deserted. There was a young man with a decent figure. He was no athlete, but he wasn't quite out of shape either. James had avoided the man, since he didn't have any idea how he would even start a conversation. Also, the sword the young one carried didn't look invitational as well.
The company he suddenly found himself in was diverse. They all introduced themselves and James was quite unhappy with one of them wavering a gun about that openly. He decided that it was better to be asked than to ask questions himself. If they didn't notice him they might do all the work for him.
There were some sounds from the back of the station. Two of the men here decided to check it out, when suddenly a cop fell out of a closet. Bewildered, the man threatened all of them with a gun. James just crept back some more, placing himself directly behind some of the other survivors and the gun-wielding maniac.
An announcement rang through the street. Recovered, James stood up once again. The Police Station? A zombie attack? He thought I hope there are enough people to keep me safe. I don't want another one of those running after me. He then slowly made his way towards the Police Station, constantly looking all around to avoid being attacked on the spot.
James heard a loud bang and some clatter when the door fell to the ground. "Not good, not good!" He said in an anxious manner. He crawled through the conifer hedge that separated the two houses. His heart was racing like mad.
The blighted was in a blood frenzy and thus took no notice of the hedge. He ran towards James and struggled through it.
As James saw the hand reaching through the hedge his heart skipped a beat. His palms were sweaty as he tried to aim the pistol in front of him. The blighted's feet and head appeared through the hedge.
James started to shoot. "DIE!" he screamed with a desperate look on his face. The first bullet hit the inhumane being in the shoulder, but it still fought its way through the hedge. "What the..." James exclaimed. He fired more bullets, and after 4 little plops left the muzzle of the gun the blighted seemed to stop moving.
"Oh god", he buckled to his knees and breathed heavily, "I hate this, I hate this, I hate this."
James looked through his binoculars at his neighbours' shower. "Yeah, get yourself soaped up" he muttered to himself. Even though he spied on a woman, the thrill of her not knowing he was watching was undeniably exciting.
A man walked into the shower, but he seemed off. He stumbled through the bathroom and reached the shower curtains. As though it was a scene from Alfred Hitchcock's 'psycho' the man opened the shower curtains and set his teeth in the unsuspecting woman's neck.
"Gross" James said to himself, "Definitely a boner-killer. Now I need to get out of here." He put away his binoculars and clutched his pistol.
"Let's just hope there aren't any more of those around here."
Then it happened. The door slammed on the floor and the blighted started to enter. his heart once again jumped a beat. As the blighted poured inside, he softly crept inside the crowd hoping that nobody would notice.
"Alright then y'all its them or us, I got the first one!"
The redneck did have a point. If they were to survive, everybody had to cooperate. He grabbed his gun with both hands, aimed for the pack and started to shoot. His first bullet hit one of the zombies in its supporting leg, causing it to fall down surprised. As it was struggling to get back up, James unleashed a flurry of bullets on his back. Most of these didn't do much, silenced pistols never seem to pack a punch, but after 4 more shots the body seemed to have stopped moving.
"Heh, I got him." James said as he gave himself a small pat on the back, "but I don't think I've got a lot of bullets left." He turned towards the cop and asked him, "do you know where I can get some more bullets, sir?"
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The company he suddenly found himself in was diverse. They all introduced themselves and James was quite unhappy with one of them wavering a gun about that openly. He decided that it was better to be asked than to ask questions himself. If they didn't notice him they might do all the work for him.
There were some sounds from the back of the station. Two of the men here decided to check it out, when suddenly a cop fell out of a closet. Bewildered, the man threatened all of them with a gun. James just crept back some more, placing himself directly behind some of the other survivors and the gun-wielding maniac.
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The blighted was in a blood frenzy and thus took no notice of the hedge. He ran towards James and struggled through it.
As James saw the hand reaching through the hedge his heart skipped a beat. His palms were sweaty as he tried to aim the pistol in front of him. The blighted's feet and head appeared through the hedge.
James started to shoot. "DIE!" he screamed with a desperate look on his face. The first bullet hit the inhumane being in the shoulder, but it still fought its way through the hedge. "What the..." James exclaimed. He fired more bullets, and after 4 little plops left the muzzle of the gun the blighted seemed to stop moving.
"Oh god", he buckled to his knees and breathed heavily, "I hate this, I hate this, I hate this."
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A man walked into the shower, but he seemed off. He stumbled through the bathroom and reached the shower curtains. As though it was a scene from Alfred Hitchcock's 'psycho' the man opened the shower curtains and set his teeth in the unsuspecting woman's neck.
"Gross" James said to himself, "Definitely a boner-killer. Now I need to get out of here." He put away his binoculars and clutched his pistol.
"Let's just hope there aren't any more of those around here."
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