It felt like my heart
was a burden, feeling it pound with a strength unknown to me. Like
the wait for something to happen to us was finally going to make it
explode. Like the wait for the undead to show up was going to be the
end. Felt almost like my legs were made out of spaghetti. Fear, i
think was the right word for it. The primal fear of my life ending,
like looking down into some form of god forsaken abyss. Feeling it's
intense gaze staring my soul down. Judging. Patiently waiting. I
could vaguely make some sound out in the background. Something
slammed against a wall. A shot. It was all a blur. All of a sudden,
we were in a large conference room, almost formed like an ancient
Greek amphitheater. I heard screaming. Shouting. Moaning. It was all
so confusing. What was happening? It was when an undead pulled my
hair backwards that i was snapped back to reality. The pain bringing
me back down to the earth like a rock comes crashing down from the
sky. I reacted with instinct, smacking the zombie with the butt of my
gun in it's face from the awkward position I was in. It's hard grip
letting go of my hair. We were so close, yet this apparent wall of
zombies that appeared out of nowhere were between us and apparent
freedom. Frost was shouting as us to get moving. Nails trying to
swing the crowbar, crushing heads left and right. It wasn't the
easiest of fights, running and shooting while carrying a corpse. But
I had come this far, I was determined to at least see this through.
To be able to give her a proper burial.
Rage and survival
instincts is an amazing driving factor. Can propel you to do amazing
things in the heat of battle. Can also drive you to do some very cold
things. Things that you can't justify later on, no matter how hard
you try. We fought like brothers and sisters. Watching each others
backs, trying to simply mow our way through the crowd. Trying to spot
a weak link in the chain of zombies. Fighting, screaming, surviving.
Emergency exit. We were finally there. I heard nail scream a
terrified shout as a cold hand gripped her hair, pulling her
backwards in the same awkward position I was in just moments before.
I aimed with a shaky hand, seeing the terrified expression slowly
forming. It felt like it all went in slow motion. In one motion, I
steadied up my shaking hand, taking a deep breath. Looking down the
red insert of my gun, I squeezed the trigger in hopes of hitting my
target. The bullet buried itself into the hungry zombies head, going
in from one end and out the other making a huge mess of it all. The
wall, stained crimson with brain substance and blood seemed not to
mind the mess. Nails fell on her back, having no support from her
legs keeping her up. I rushed over to help her and we slammed the
door shut behind us, hoping to contain the hoard as long as possible.
Looking over my gun, I had half a magazine left with no spares to
match. Guess I burned through it all during the last battle. Damn it
all. Guess there was no helping it.
What with the rapid
banging on the door going on, we didn't have much time to spare. So
we ventured up the stairs as fast as we could manage with Frost on
point. As we got closer to it, I felt my arms where starting to cave.
Realizing that we needed to get out of here fast if I had any hopes
of getting her out of this hell hole, I felt it was prudent to push
myself just a little bit more. Frost slammed the emergency door open,
triggering the larmed door. We all heard the alarm blaring through
all possible directions, it's noise lodging itself deep into our
skulls. We saw several elevators, must have been more then a dozen of
them all neatly stapled up in one single row against the wall about
30 meters away from us. There was a single desk, albeit a pretty big
one, standing in front of all of these elevators. Must have been a
reception of some description. We hurried over there and investigated
it as fast as we could. Stained coffee all over the table, a few
computer screens and a lot of buttons. There was a card reader there
on top of the desk, guess you had to check out to call an elevator. Nails started fooling around with the controllers for a bit. After a while, she said "I think i got it" and asked us to hurry towards the elevators. She started going throught the buttons, and as we hurried there, all the doors in the room suddenly slammed open with a loud series of bangs. It felt like a chorus of the damned, with what seemed like dozens of them pouring through the doors surrounding the room. We heard the ping of the elevator, not being slow on the uptake we hurried in to the elevator. It was with a horrible sensation in the pit of my stomach that i saw that Nails slammed a button and the elevator doors slowly shutting itself. Frost grabbed the collar of my shirt as he saw i was about to run after her, effectively stopping med dead in my tracks. The last thing i saw of her was her having the entire horde after her running in the opposite direction through a door screaming "LIVE!" as the door closed.
I could do nothing but scream.
