Infected Parkside (Part 3) by Garrett R.

He was trapped. He pulled out the the 9mm and fired into the crowd. Cornered he vowed to take as many down as he could. He reloaded, suddenly, he became aware of more gunfire, not his own. The zombies turned from him and head towards the door where Ryan Scanlan stood between panes of freshly shattered glass. Rapid shotgun fire pierced the determination and coordination from the zombies and they began to scramble in different directions. Firing their shotguns Ryan and Garrett moved closer together tag teaming the diminishing crowd of the undead.
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Karl Gfall held his revolver in front of him as he scanned the room through dark, narrowed eyes. Communication Arts was deserted and he cross the barrier into Wyllie. Hurtling up and sweeping down stars he covered all floors and found nothing. Silence.
*
Glaring at the mounds of fallen, he lowered his gaze and Garrett spat on the ground. Ryan began to smash the skulls of the zombies who were beginning to crawl and stagger to their feet with a hatchet that he pulled from a belt loop. Understandingly, Garrett began to pump a 9mm bullet into each of the nightmares.
Ryan paused for a second, knelt and picked up a disembodied head. The head was grotesque and covered in coagulated blood. The hair that Ryan gripped the head by had become matted. The eyes slowly grew focus and the jaws began snapping at his wrist hungrily. Garret walked up to it watching in disgust the mandibles chomped at Ryan, who was out of reach by a foot. He pulled his shotgun from his back held it between the zombies eyes. And without speaking he spat in the zombies face, it glared at him, roared and he pulled the trigger mercilessly. Grinning maliciously, Garrett nodded to Ryan in satisfaction.
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The Snickers was gone. His sixty cents seemed wasted now that his stomach was still growling. Mike Benson stood up and walked to the Computer Science Lab door. Looking out the window, he gasped moments before it smashed as a hand punched through it and clenched his throat and drug him through the sharp-edged opening.
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Walking into Brickstone he first noticed blood on the table. A lot of blood. Karl swept through the cafe quickly, holstered his revolver and drew his cleaver. If anything came at him on the stairs, he would never have time to aim. He heard a whisper behind him, a pained mutter, he turned.
From under a table Ryan Montross gaped at him, open mouthed.
“Karl...she...Sam...”
Karl had seen enough, he decapitated Ryan in a single swipe of the cleaver. Getting closer to investigate, he verified the bite marks and slid the blade through the severed neck and pierced the brain and let the blade crack the skull and the cleaver slid the the scalp of the pre-zombie head. He kicked off the head with a black-booted foot and walked out the door, heading back to the Ranger Hall dorms.
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There was little struggle getting to room 442. Ryan and Karl's dorm. Ryan and Garrett did not see a single zombie but had spent nearly an hour making sure no zombie in the basement would walk again.
Sliding the key into the lock Ryan opened he door and relocked it before letting it close slowly behind him.
“It finally happened.”
“Zombies. Everywhere.”
“Where did it start?”
“How did it start?”
“Why are we asking these questions...?” inquired Garrett. “Fact is, we are stuck in this shit, and we need to decide now. Salvage what we can of Parkside and play the heroes...or...run like hell. Both are doable. But what do we do?”
“Save ourselves and have life? Or risk it all and save who we can...” Ryan thought outloud.
Garrett rose from the bed, loaded and pumped his shotgun. Ryan stood up and followed Garrett from the room.