Story WarZ Literature - Part 2

I stepped out of the toilet to here banging on the door. Wiping the remains of my puke off my pyjamas, I peeped outside the front door. What met my eyes was pure horror. I could hear the distant shouts of others and the undeniable sound of a police siren, but worst of all the amount of zombies I had encountered had multiplied. 7 odd zombies stood there, scraping and banging at my door. I turned around and sprinted towards my mantelpiece, grabbing whatever I thought might be useful: A nectarine, a box of rounds for my Magnum, an iPhone. The first thing I did when I got to my mantelpiece was dismount my Franchi SPAS-12 from the wall above it. It was still loaded from my hunting trip a few weeks back. '1, 2, 3, 4...' I counted the rounds left in my drawer. Only seven. I swore I had more rounds before, but shook the feeling off. I ran up my stairs, beforehand raiding my fridge of supplies, such as bread, canned food like beans, pasta and fish, energy drinks and water, and one banana. I considered bringing some fruit cake, but I decided not to in the end. When I reached the top of the stairs, I raced into my storage cupboard. Inside was my Kevlar bullet-resistant vest, and several other items of use from my time in the military. The pounding got louder downstairs, and I soon realised that I had little time left before my door gave way. Picking up some binoculars on the way out, I grabbed my rucksack, filled it with anything I could (thankfully everything apart from 2 cans of cola), put on my Kevlar, dropped my Magnum into my pocket and armed myself with the SPAS-12. I ran towards the kitchen door, which led to my back garden. I checked outside the door to see there were no more infected people out there, before pulling down the handle to the door. Locked. Inside I screamed. I heard a crash as the front door collapsed under the strength of the zombies. I fumbled for my keys inside my pocket. 'C'mon, where are they..?' I muttered to myself as the pounding footsteps of the undead drew closer. I found them eventually. Unlocking the door, I bounded outside into the darkness, only just escaping the hands of the zombies. I jumped a fence into my neighbours house, and banged on the door. 'Ritzy! We need to leave now!' I shouted through the door, as I saw ritzy's bulky figure rush downstairs, with a Heckler & Koch MP5 in his hand. He unlocked the back door and grabbed me by the arm.
'There's only four zombies outside my house. We run round the side, riddle them with bullets and hop in my 4x4.'
'But-' I began.
'No buts. If we want to survive we need a vehicle.' He interrupted.
Moving quickly, we snuck round the side of the house, and peeped round the corner. Four zombies stood on the lawn.
'3.. 2... 1! Go!' Ritzy shouted. Running round the corner, he held down the trigger on his MP5. The rattle of the gun made the zombies snap there heads round, only to be greeted with a swarm of bullets. One zombie was dead in seconds, whereas another was targeted as the other died. Ritzy unloaded the last of his rounds onto a third zombie running towards him, who fell to the ground, but was clearly still alive, rising it its feet. 'Pat, finish them off!' Ritzy yelled. I rushed towards the last unharmed zombie, SPAS in hand. Pulling the trigger, the zombie, somewhat confused by the sudden attack, crumpled to the ground. I turned around just in time to see Ritzy put a knife through the skull of the last alive zombie, who had limped to him. 'I'll drive!' Ritzy yelled, 'You get in the passenger seat, keep an eye out for any survivors.' Entering the 4x4, Ritzy revved up the engine and pushed down the accelerator. We bolted forwards and drove onto the street. listening out of the open window, I heard the groans of zombies and screams of people ringing through the town. 'Jesus,' I said, 'We were lucky to get out of here alive.'
'We're not out yet!' Ritzy replied. 'We need to make our way to the fields, our best chance of survival is on a open area, free of people.'
I looked at him strangely and said, 'Why would we go to an area free of people? I thought we were going to find...' Ritzy took his eyes of the road and looked at me as an infected flew over the bonnet. 'Oh...' I said as I realised why - civilisation is infected.
'If we camp out in a tree safe from the undead for a few weeks,we could wait for their hungry, undead, corrupted as hell bodies of decay and rot away, until it's safe for us to return to our towns.' He said as he turned around and fixed his eyes on the road, turning the wheel just in time to have a near miss with a abandoned car. 'Well, what's left of them.' He finished. I looked out the window again, trying to take in our location. I saw the townhall as we passed it, noting that we won't ever be having votes in there again as I watched it burn to the ground. 'We can't stay in the fields. I suddenly realised. the zombies, they can smell us from miles away, and they'll just sprint to us. The reason those zombies didn't spring at us when we ran round the corner was because I had lifted up a almost dead, blood-covered zombie and got drenched in their blood.' I could see Ritzy was confused by his face. 'You see, they can smell our normal blood,' I continued, 'but there blood is different to ours. I mean, if they smell it, they don't go rushing over to each other and rip them to pieces do they? So I must have smelled like a fellow zombie to them and they ignored me.'
'Another fatality!' Ritzy shouted as he ran down a second zombie. 'But what I don't get, is how they didn't kill me? Surely they knew I wasn't a zombie from my smell?' I sat still and considered this.
'Wait a second! Sniff the air.' Ritzy had a sniff, before recoiling over and taking a hand off the steering wheel,'Ah man, that stinks like hell!' He gasped.
'Just as I thought,' I muttered, before raising my voice and continuing, 'The blood has quite a strong smell, as you can tell from how I smell right now-'
'Nah you always smell like that.' Ritzy added with a smile. I ignored him. 'So when you were next to me, your smell was masked by mine.'
'Ah I see.' replied Ritzy, as he ran over a third zombie and swore at it. 'So we're invincible basically.'
'Nah,' I said, 'I'm going to wash this off the first chance I get, it stinks.' I looked out the window again. I saw we had now left the town and were headed towards the open grassland. We saw three or four zombies in the next few minutes, but otherwise we were safe.

For now.







Thanks for reading my literature - WarZ Literature - Part 2. I hope you enjoyed my second part and will be making another in the next 1-2 days - (possibly 2 weeks though ). You can find my first part here.

Tags: (same as in my first one.) @MR_EVIL_OVERLORD and @_Glock34 for inspiring me with their literature (I knew you would get the sponsored literature award _Glock34 :3).
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