3 years ago...
A shot rang out as the last of the zombie horde fell. The room that this small scale war had taken place in was littered with the bodies of the undead, blood was just about everywhere that blood could be. On the old dusty couch, on an antique lamp, on a broken 50's era television set, on the very cobweb covered bed in this room, and most importantly... all over the fuckin' carpet.
To add to that, any place that there wasn’t blood on the carpet, there was a shell casing of some sort.
A man walked to the center of the room, and inspected the latest kills. He kicked at the decayed husk that was once a human... probably a father, with a family that he had once taken care of.
But now this shadow of a human, this ravenous thing, was only merely an unthinking killer now. Devoid of all personal thoughts, cept the one that makes it kill, and feed. The most basest of all drives. Some of these creatures were still in their funeral garb. These were the usual lot, the average zombie pack. They never display the usual pack mentallity, no planning... no strategy. Just mindlessly walk towards their targets.
The man kicked at it again and looked around. “Alright... I think it’s safe now. But let’s not dick with ourselves here. Check these brainfeeders. Make sure they’re dead for good.†he ordered as he reloaded his Benelli M1 Shotgun. Upon finishing this task, he pulled out a pack of smokes.
“Status?†he asked the others as he put a cigarette in his mouth. Another person stepped forward. It was a younger woman, she too had taken part in this hunt with them. The older man could tell that she had just recently become one of “those who stalk the children of the nightâ€. The media dubbed them Hunters, and the name stuck.
Her seemingly flawless figure, her ample curves, she had definately just joined. Which... probably was the reason why she had the least amount of blood on her. Her flowing dark brown hair seemed to sway as she walked forward. “All dead here.†she said quietly.
The man walked up to her, “Didn’t expect so many deads huh?†he asked, almost grinning. The woman shook her, “No... didn’t think it was like this.†she replied.
The man finally lit up his cigarette. “Yeah... that’s the problem with zombies. They always seem to have great numbers.†he said as he walked amongst the corpses. He took a drag on his cigarette, the flame on the end moved down a few spaces, leaving ash in it’s wake.
“Makes one wonder... how... such brainless creatures... can form such huge groups like this. They don’t have a pack mentality, they never plan their attacks, they never seem to have much brain activity... yet... *sweeps his arms around the room* they can still make these.†he said as he stood in a puddle of blood.
“Dawson... I don’t need a damn speech on zombies.†replied the woman as she checked her handgun, a berretta of some sort. Dawson couldn’t tell from where he was, and he continued to smoke and pace around the room.
“Yeah... I know. You...†he stopped as he looked back towards her. She nodded in reply, not being able to reply any other way.
“I’m sorry Masami... I should’ve remembered.†he said, apologetically. Masami smiled, a thing that she almost always seemed to do. Her smile was one of those warm, calm smiles. Dawson now felt like shit about it, and it showed in his eyes.
“I’m not angry at you Dawson. I’ve just recently joined.†she replied finally, still wearing that beautiful smile. She loaded in a new clip and walked over to him, making sure to step over any dead zombies in her way. She put a hand on his shoulder, “Cheer up now ok?†she said, not wishing to bring her teammate down.
“Ey’ Dawson!†came a voice from within the room. It was Cedrick, another member in this group. Dawson broke away from Masami and headed towards his other teammate.
“What is it?†he asked as he finally got to where Cedrick stood. Cedrick was the tallest member of the team, and one of the more physically stronger members at that. He was African, and had been one of the oldest hunters within the group... next to Dawson that is.
“Look man... see this?†he pointed towards a hole in the corner of the room. It was quite easily to see, since it was cut out of the floorboards within the room. Dawson got closer to it. This hole lead down into the basement.
“Think it could possibly lead to some sewers? Maybe a graveyard?†asked Cedrick. Dawson shined a light down into it. Yes, it was definately a basement alright, as Dawson could see old heating pipes, dust covered boxes and long since discarded clothing.
“Maybe it leads to Pamela Anderson’s room.†Dawson replied with a grin, as he walked back towards the center of the room. “Only one way to find out...†he said as he picked up a gym bag.
“Aw man... you ain’t sayin’ we’re gonna go down there and look are ya?†asked Cedrick. Dawson slowly nodded back, before flicking some ash off his cigarette. Cedrick swore
under his breath and headed back into the hallway, where his things were.
Dawson pulled out his trusty crossbow, a personal favorite of his. He slung it over his shoulder, and picked up his benelli. “Masami... catch!†he said as he tossed the shotgun to the younger member.
“You do know how to work one of those right?“ he asked, for a second regretting the choice of throwing the gun to her. Masami chuckled a bit.
“No worries Dawson, besides, Dack showed me how yesterday.†she replied. This obviously concerned Dawson.
“Dack? Him? He can’t know how to operate such a thing... sides... he likes cutting weaponry... and fire.†he said quite bluntly. Masami chuckled a bit, “I’d guess he does then.†she replied.
“Well... anyway... Me and Ced are going down into that hole. I would like you and Dack to stay up here incase we need backup... or... if we’re killed, you and Dack will be the last line of defense.†ordered the older member. Masami shrugged and headed into the hallways to inform Dack of the situation, as Dawson went back into his gym bag.
Dawson pulled out a flashlight, one with a coil around feature. He looked back at the doorway, where Cedrick was standing. “Ready?†he asked.
Cedrick sighed, “Ready as I’ll ever fuckin’ be.†he replied as the two headed towards the hole in the floorboards.
End of Part 1, to be Continued
Edited by: Ash Fanrico at: 7/5/03 11:17 pm