THE TUNNELS

The following section to Infected Parkside has no ACTUAL place in the original timeline. However, you can assume it is before everyone is dead. Nor will the mapping of the tunnels be entirely accurate. Mostly because I don't go down there enough to know it all that well. Oh yeah, and the dialogue? I want it cliché.
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"Garrett...we know they are down there." muttered Ryan.
"I like to think that our infected friends are not in the tunnels. If you want to check it out, go on ahead, but I think I'll watch your back." replied Garrett with a dark sarcastic tone.
"Okay then, see you later, or maybe not..." Ryan said as he rose to his feet from the 4th floor landing.
"Damn, I can't let you lumber off alone man...let's go."
Garrett stood up and they walked down the stairs, Ryan slightly ahead of Garrett. Drawing up their weapons: Garrett a shotgun, with a carving knife on his belt and a 9mm pistol tucked in his jeans and hidden by the back of the shirt; Ryan a sawed-off shotgun that he carried at the hip were a hammer and machete were held to his belt by a holster he had crafted himself from leather.
Patches of carpet were stained dark and red smears blazed the walls of the atrium. They looked at each other and began walking towards Molinaro through Ranger Hall's front doors.
Outside, a soft moaning could be heard, they shook the paranoia off of them, and the moans silenced: It's all in your head...isn't it? They swept across the short span of campus with no interruption and peered through Molinaro's glass doors.
Silent, peaceful, a spill of blood, ominous.
Ryan glanced at the crimson on the tiled floor and stared at Garrett, who looked back and said softly,"Creepy."
"Too quiet."
"Almost as if..."
"Everyone was already dead..." finished Ryan.
They entered Molinaro and headed down the hall for a short while and took a sharp left. They faced a large, gray door with a window too small for any real purpose except to show them the smear of blood that thickly coated it.
Ryan put his hand on the handle and pushed the door open slowly and both him and Garrett peered around the corner. Nothing, so they proceeded to go down the stairs to the basement of Parkside, the tunnels. A heavy door away, Ryan paused, grabbed a chair from the corner and went back up the stairs.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Blocking the door, at least for a little while, we don't need things coming at us from behind."
"Good call."
Garrett pulled the final the door behind and stepped into the tunnels. He became extraordinarily aware that this time the moans were not just in his head. Real? You think this is REAL? Still afraid to accept what you have done?
Drawing their shotguns to their favored firing style, Ryan from his hip and Garrett held his chest-high.
The nodded to eachother and closed the door behind them. They heard it lock behind them.
"Has it ever locked before?"
"No. Never."
To their left was nothing. Their right contained a vastly different story. A member of the undead stumbled forward in an attempt to run at them with it's arms in the air. Ryan shot it squarely in the chest and it fell backwards onto its back. It laid there still for a moment and then began to get back to its feet. Growling, it's clothes dripped with fresh blood and it's white t-shirt had torn in several places where his flesh had been ripped from his bone with the teeth of the army he now battled for. It let out a roar just Ryan swung and impaled the zombie squarely in the forehead with the blunt of his hammer. With a squelch, the zombie fell free of the hammer and slumped onto the floor, unmoving and inanimate.
Ryan let out a heavy breath and charged at the three zombies that had just come around the corner. Garrett stood back watching Ryan fight, as planned. The tunnels were far too narrow in some places to have two people battling side by side with blades and bullets. After properly disposing of the zombies it fell quiet. But not silent. The moaning had grown much quieter... Maybe it is just in your head again...ha. Don't kid yourself.
Hisses from gauges on the ceiling shot off at random times. The pipes dripped water and the floor was stained with filth and gore. Garrett took the lead this time and his feet moved silently on the concrete floor. Stepping slowly, they approached another corner. Garrett went around it quickly.
As he turned his head he saw from the corner of his eye, a zombie only two feet away from him, it snapped it's jaws at his neck, he dodged with a fist to the forehead, spun around to the back to the ghoul and plugged a shell into it's skull. It fell. Ryan came around the corner and they continued down the hall without sound, as if nothing happened. They approached a corner, it was wider and 6 undead dwelled in it.
“Together?”
“Yeah.”
They walked quickly toward the zombies. They passed an ope chain-link gate and were now walking on a steel-grate floor meant for ventilation and maintenance to the huge furnace. This change of surface threw them off for the three yards that they had to be on it.
Suddenly, the ceiling broke open and and a body, living, dead or undead fell onto them. It knocked them both to the ground, and Ryan got up first and cut the moaning head off with his machete and kicked it away from them. It rolled down the hall a bit.
Garrett's shotgun was wedged in the fence, totally stuck and unretrievable without risk of it going off. He reached for his pistol which must have fallen out somewhere, as it was not there. He wielded his cleaver and ran after Ryan into the dark corner with six undead, a lamp and 3 empty tool chests. Garrett stabbed a zombie in the neck and the blade snapped on the spinal cord. He swore, he was weaponless. Ryan fired twice, a zombie fell and a zombie cornered him and he started to box it, out of ammunition.
Garrett fought his way across the room and picked up the stand-up lamp, he held it like a staff and flicked it on. He swung at a zombie and the bulb broke, shards stuck into the ghouls neck and it snarled at him. He plunged the broken end into the zombies chest and invisible volts coursed through it's body. It roared as its limbs thrashed around uncontrollably. Blood began to ooze from it's forehead, Garrett at first thought the electricity had destroyed his attacker, until he saw Ryan's machete get pulled from the skull. Ryan had also finished all the other undead beings, a bloodbath.
They walked towards a door, opened it and went upstairs.
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Like I said, just a fun chapter...no actual purpose except to write some hardcore zombie cliché.
Also, I am not going to bother proof-reading this...so deal with it.