Well here it is. Part 3. Do hope you enjoy. The picture at the bottom is me blatantly stealing my character design for Haley from somewhere else. Bonus points for those who guess what the picture is. Regardless... enjoy chapter 3.
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Blood of the Damned
Part 3
The loud boom of the double barrelled shotgun echoed in the twilight air.
"Get off my lawn you undead fucks!" Phil O'Conner yelled as he broke his weapon's barrel.
Two of the undead were scuttling towards him, hissing. They ignored the fallen zombie, stepping over him and the brains splattered across the grass. Phil cursed, letting loose a stream of foul language as he slipped a shell into each of the chambers.
He thumbed the two hammers back into place as the creatures moved ever closer to his porch. Finger settled on the first trigger he fired, throwing one zombie away from his home. That same finger quickly fell back to the second trigger as the second zombie lurched up the steps, torn hands reaching for the lone farmer.
"fuck ya!" Phil yelled, and fired.
The zombie's skull was shattered, just as its body tumbled down the steps, splashing gore across the grass.
Phil let out a long breath, then reloaded his gun. He walked inside his home, closing the door behind him and locking it. He wandered into the kitchen and turned on his radio. He looked at the dial to make sure that it was still set to the local station. There had been nothing from the mainland for the past week, and everyone feared the United States had finally gone dark after the virus had struck a little over three years before.
Dark just like the United Kingdom had gone five years ago. No more life came out, and no one dared go in.
Phil sighed. There was nothing but static coming over the radio. The city must have fallen completely. No one knew how the virus had gotten here. But it first showed up about two weeks ago, and everything had slowly degenerated into what it was now.
Phil looked into his pantry, checking the food stocks. Enough to last him and his daughter for a few weeks. With his wife it would have been a shorter time... but she wasn't around any longer.
Phil choked back tears at the thought of what he had to do to her, of what she had almost done to their little girl. He let out a sigh and looked out the back window to where her grave was, the homemade cross like a beacon of loss.
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Joey slammed the door shut and let out a long breath before sliding down the concrete wall so he could rest.
"Those fuckers are fast... they were never that fast in the movies," he panted while the woman checked around for other entrances to the garage, ensuring they were safe for the moment.
"Some movies had fast zombies in it," she muttered absently as she pushed a bit on large garage door, checking its give.
"Shut up," Joey responded as he looked around.
He noted the work bench, and the tools laying all over and the oil spills on the ground. There was a car raised up so the mechanic could work on it. He thought about taking it for a minute before he realized the engine block had been removed for repairs.
"My name's Lila by the way," the woman said, walking over from checking the door that led into the office. She held out her hand.
Joey got to his feet and grasped it, shaking it heartily.
"Joey," he introduced, before walking over to the work bench.
He started going through the various tools, before pocketing a screwdriver and taking up a hefty wrench in his hands. He nodded, not as impressive as Lila's lead pipe, but it could work quite well.
"So... I say we get some rest here, then make a run out of the city," Lila suggested.
"Yeah. There's that gas station just outside city limits where we can grab some food and water and stuff. There's some farm houses before we get to the cottages we might be able to check out too," Joey said.
"Good idea. In the mean time we should get some water into us," Lila said, tossing a water bottle to her new companion.
"Where the hell did you get this?" Joey asked, just as he noticed the fridge behind Lila.
With a sigh he opened the water and started to drink it down. It was going to be a long night.
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Haley pulled on her leather jacket before adjusting the belt that went across her torso. She ran her fingertips over her sword, admiring the oriental design before sheathing it. Wiping the blood from her mouth Haley moved out of the bedroom of her meal and went downstairs.
Passing the two zombie corpses she walked outside, under the light of the moon. The wind gusted across her pale skin. In the distance the fires of the city illuminated the sky in an orange glow.
She hoped some of them had survived. Humanity was running out of places to hide from this damn virus, and if they went extinct, so would her kind. It was going to be a long bloody night.
zerogeass
awesome as ever, make me want to post all my new chapters.....good pic by the way, seems like you might be involving several of the worlds major countries...if at all possible make a Nazi Zombie referrence XD.
But serioulsly awesome.
sinfulwolf
We'll see about the Nazi Zombie reference. I doubt it, as it doesn't really fit... but we'll see. Glad you enjoyed.