Very late I'm aware, but here is part 2 of my zombie/vampire story. I do hope you all enjoy.
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Blood of the Damned
Part 2
5 Years Later
Joey MacPherson ran amongst the throngs of people through the streets of the city. In the skies above helicopters swerved between the buildings, their spotlights probing through the night. Screams filled the air, as the infected emerged from buildings to attack. There was nothing but chaos, and the military had no chance here of telling zombie from friendly.
Joe felt the terror grip his mind as he made his way through the crowds, elbowing and shoving to get to Crispin Bay Harbour, where rumour said the military were evacuating citizens of Brock Island.
In between the gridlocked streets, past burning cars, and bodies left to rot. The panic of the mob filled him, the hurry to get to safety pushed him onwards. He climbed over vehicles, pushed a woman carrying a child to the ground and forgot her.
The sound of a boat's air horn filled the air. Just down the street Joey could see the searchlights the military had put in place near the entrance. Barbed wire now lined the fences and armed soldiers stood near the gates.
The air horn was that of the last boat in the harbour, and it was pulling out.
"No!" Joey screamed, forcing himself past people that were no longer moving, through the throng that had been put to a stand still.
As he got closer to the harbour gates, Joe saw the throng thinning into three lines, each passing through a smaller gate the military had thrown together. Doctors and military medics were examining each person to go through, and for some it was taking awhile. Joey was impatient, that last boat was leaving, but he'd still be able to swim to it.
As he pushed his way towards the front of the line, screams erupted all around him, and groans of hunger. The infected were in the mob now, and the military immediately closed off their gates. The doctors ran to the comparable safety of the harbour's interior whilst the medics strung more razor wire across the entrances. Soldiers raised their M4 carbines towards the crowd, flicking off their safeties.
"Let us through, we're still alive," someone yelled, before a rock was thrown, smashing a soldier's helmeted head.
The man staggered, but quickly righted himself again. Searchlights aimed towards the crowd, as helicopters came down, picking up doctors and soldiers. The men on the gate were starting to look nervous as the crowd got angrier, and the infected moved amongst them.
The tide broke when an infected woman jumped at the gates, and a soldier let a burst of automatic rifle fire into her face. Blood spattered across the front row of the crowd, and the screams got louder. Panic set in fully and the harbour barricades were charged.
The soldiers opened fire without discrimination. Infected and human alike were shot down, their blood spattering across the street. Joe's eyes went wide and he turned, and started to run back into the city.
One of the helicopters above opened fire, the heavy machine guns tearing the figures below to pieces. Joe could only hope to make it to some sort of haven.
An infected jumped in front of him, his instinct kicked in and Joey punched the zombie in the face. He could feel its nose break, saw its head kick back... but it didn't go down. It lunged, tackling Joe to the ground. It snarled once, and dipped its head to bite into his neck.
Instead of the pain of his flesh being torn away, Joe instead heard the sound of metal connecting with bone, even over the gunshots. The infected fell off Joe, and the sound emanated twice more from beside him. Joe turned his head to see a lead pipe resting on the ground beside the zombie's busted skull, bits of brain spattered on the concrete, tufts of hair stuck to the metal of the pipe.
"Hey, get up, we have to get the fuck out of here," came a woman's voice.
Looking up Joe saw a young woman in jeans and a t-shirt standing above him, holding out her slim hand. Joe blinked as he took in the sight, before grasping her hand and getting to his feet.
"Where to?" he asked, looking around.
"The outskirts, the edges of the island. Our best chance is to find a private boat somewhere," she said, and started jogging towards an alley.
Joe looked back at the harbour, where the infected where running amok, pulling soldiers from their towers and tearing into them without mercy. He shuddered and followed the strange woman.
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Haley let the body go, and looked out from the bedroom window of the house she'd broken into. Her tongue flicked across her lips, getting some of the blood smeared there from her meal.
The harbour had fallen, the survivors of the infection would scatter across the island now. Oddly enough, she would become their final hope soon enough.
xellon2
incredible i cant wait to read more
sinfulwolf
Thank you much. Hopefully it won't be as long.