Post by syeira on Mar 7, 2009 15:57:26 GMT -7
[/u]Chapter One
Where Do I Begin?[/center][/size]
My name is Zoey, and I recently turned twenty a couple weeks ago. My family is dead, just like everyone else's, and I'm trying to get out of this hellhole with three men named Francis, the sarcastic brawn of the team, Louis, the slightly dim-witted black guy(not that I'm a racist or anything), and Bill, an old sack of dirt that somehow managed to survive.
Francis is a guy with thick arm muscles, a bunch of tattoos on said arms, and a hair with barely any hair. He has brown eyes, and I'd assume he's around thirty-five or so, but there really hasn't been much time to discuss pleasantries since we all met. Francis also has a black vest and some jeans, and a pair of old brown shoes.
Louis is kind of scrawny, and he has a bald head and brown eyes, and a angular face. Probably around twenty-five. He wears a white dress shirt and a loose red tie, and a pair of once-nice gray pants and a pair of once-shiny black shoes. He used to work as a businessman, but you could never tell with the way he can handle a submachine gun.
Bill was once in a war, but I'm not sure which one. He has gray hair now, but he also has fierce, wise blue eyes. He has a green coat with the claw marks of a hunter on the back, and a stained shirt whose color has long since been covered with the crimson splatters of blood. He wears a pair of trousers and a pair of worn old old boots, probably older then he is.
Me? I have brown hair that goes down to the middle of my back, but I usually have it up in a ponytail. I wear a pink jacket and a white spaghetti strap shirt and a pair of jeans. They used to be a pair of the expensive designer kind, but now they're fading in places and there are holes in the knees. I have a pair of leather, heeled black boots and a silver studded leather belt. My eyes are an emerald green.
Now that you have a good idea of what we all look like and are, let's describe our surroundings. We're sitting on top of a building under a flapping blue tarp that's covering a table that has weapons and ammo and med kits on it. A helicopter flies overhead, it's blades making an even harsher gust of wind. My bangs are all over the place, and I do my best to get them back in order, at the same time trying to juggle my shotgun and med kit. I accidentally fire a shot, and I struggle to bring the gun back into place.
"Zoey, stop messing with your hair and wasting ammo."
bill snarls at me in a grumpy old man voice. I glare.
"If I don't get my hair out of my eyes, I won't be able to see, Bill!"
I say over the drone of the hellicopter that continues flying overhead.
"SURVIVORS PLEASE REPORT TO THE ROOF OF MERCY HOSPITAL AND AWAIT RESCUE,"
A voice booms out. We were all waiting for this moment, and we all knew there was a working helipad on the roof of the hospital. Francis grabs another magazine of ammo for his submachine gun, and I grab another bunch of bullets for my shotgun. Louis rolls his eyes, and marches over to the door.
"C'mon kids, let's move out!"
Francis announces, and walks after him. Bill leaves, and I'm forced to follow at the back. So when he opens the door, I'm lagging behind and I'm caught unprepared as a handful of undead race up the steps and attack us. I fire a few shots but miss, and I end up pushing them away with the butt of my shotgun, and Francis shoots them quickly.
"Get ahold of yourself, Zo. We gotta go!"
He says, smirking at his little rhyme. I roll my eyes and run down the stairs in front of everyone else, at the same time placing my shotgun in the holster on my back and lashing out my two handguns. I start shooting at the first zombies I see, and I barrel through the rooms, getting headshot after headshot's worth of kills. I mentally applaud myself, but the pause to think isn't well timed; I get constricted by a Smoker at the end of the corridor on the first floor of the house we'd entered. I scream and yell for help, and Louis takes a good hit and shoots off the tongue that was wrapped around my body. I shudder as I take in a deep breath, trying to wipe off some of the Smoker spit from my outfit, at the same time coughing in the now smokey air.
I covered my mouth and nose and struggled to the smoke, my vision minimal. I choke out of the ashy cloud, and dash out the front door of the house onto the street. I see the subway down the road, and cry out in delight at the spray-painted sign that means there's a safehouse inside. I take out my shotgun, and shoot the few zombies that are left on the street. I dash into the subway, and I take a few shots to clear those zombies out. Then I hear Bill yelling.
"Don't touch the car!"
And I looked out, and with horror, saw Louis trip and fall onto the car.[/blockquote][/size][/font]