A banging on the door.
“Please, help! Somebody dear god please help me!”
We run over to the door, and open it. A guy tumbles in, falling on me. Law closes the door while I shove the guy off of me.
“Thank you, thank you so much. You saved my life.”
“Sshh” Hisses Law.
A moaning outside the door. There sounds to be 4, maybe five zombies out there.
Law signs to stay quiet, and looks through a peering hole in the door.
He holds up five fingers, the amount of zombies. He signals to get my gun, and counts down.
One.
Two.
Three.
He opens the door and round turn five rotting corpses, looking at me with nothing but hunger and anger in their eyes. I start shooting before they can attack, and they are obliterated as I shoot them all in their skulls.
A powerful odour rises, of decaying flesh, and i manage to hold what little food I have down as Law closes the door, and shuts all of the bolts again.
We turn around, to see the man has stood up. He is slouching, a lot, with his arms hanging down. His mouth hangs open, and his breath is horrific. His eyes have glazed over, but they still look at us, slowly moving between the two of us.
I notice a large gash on his right shoulder, suspiciously like teeth marks.
“Shit” I say. “He’s becoming one of them.”
He makes a guttural sound, and suddenly lunges at me. He knocks me down before I can draw my gun.
It falls to the ground, and it’s all I can do to keep the zombie’s face away from me, his breath even worse up close, and it gradually draws closer to me.
A shot rings out. I feel the zombie’s push lessen, and I shove him off. THere’s now a hole in the side of his head.
“Thanks” I say to law, who is holstering his gun.
“No problem” He replies.
I walk over to my M4A4, but it’s in bad shape. The firing pin has been knocked off, and there’s a large dent in the side.
“Well, there goes my gun!”
“Here”, Law grunts, and hands me a P90 sub-machine gun.
“Blimey, thanks” I reply.
“We should move this out of here, stop it stinking up the place”, he gestures at the body.
“Yeah sure.”
I rip off a bit of my shirt, and tie in round my face like a bandana, to help with the smell. IT still reeks as we move it and the other bodies further from the Hangar, but at least now it won’t smell as much in there.