Fighting for every inch of life

[This might sound familiar... a certain game about a group of 3 plus 1 that weren't supposed to make it... yes it's that one. I felt like writing but not something all my own... what can I say, my meeting didn't thwart my addiction, it only fed it. Oops... Anywhos... enjoy]

It was the killshot that did it. The final bullet between the eyes blew the stalking zombie backwards against the car and set off it's overly sensitive alarm, it's owner far beyond caring if it got stolen now or not. The cacophony of whoops and beeps echoed off buildings and reverberated down the street as if calling out to the night.

Then the night responded.

"Ugh this is gonna get bad," the oldest groaned from behind a cigarette

Everywhere there were shadows dancing and growing converging on them and a steady howl began to rise up out of the silence. The group checked their weapons and ammo and backed up against each other. Now there was a mob of them running as fast as they could towards them. They were coming from all directions, up and over the fence, out of the alleys.

Time slowed to a crawl as the mob just got larger and larger and closer and closer.

Alright you diseased sons of bitches, the gruffest thought to himself tightening his grip on his scattergun, come get som-what the fuck?

His moment of machismo quickly ended as something at the end of the block caught his eye. It was massive and with a roar it sent a parked car hurtling toward them. He didn't move, he narrowed his eyes and set his jaw. The others turned as the gnarled mass of metal and rubber flew past them smashing into the fence behind them unleashing even more infected.

"Run or shoot?" the panicked one asked "RUN OR SHOOT?"

"Run then shoot!" the oldest responded taking off running

The massive creature was barreling down the street after them paying no attention to what got in its way mowing through several mobs of the infected as it howled in rage at the survivors.

"There!" said the toughest chick they ever met pointing at an open alley

They ran and the infected followed.

"Get to the rooftop! It's our only chance!" panic yelled jumping for the closest fire escape

"Move! Go! Go!" tough responded taking point for some cover fire, "Come on, come on!" he insisted looking at the corner when suddenly from amidst the horde it came rampaging. For something so immense it moved quickly because before he could blink he had the wind knocked out of him and he was looking up at it rearing back to smash him into the pavement.

Thankfully his graying guardian angel in olive drab lit ugly up with a barrage from his rifle stunning it momentarily. It recovered and swung a massive fist at him, but he sidestepped and the enormous bulk of it went crashing through the brick wall. Instead of slowing it down it merely grabbed a hunk of concrete and hurled it at the humans on the fire escape. It bounced off the metal fixture causing it groan under the stress

As drab turned one of the infected was about on top of him when it's head exploded from above.

"Go! I'll hold them off!" she cried firing in sync with her dual 9's.

Ugly had crawled out of the bricks and was jumping for the fire escape, but the already damaged structure couldn't hold the weight and each jump bent and tore away great chunks of twisted metal.

She was still firing when it leaped straight at her tearing the floor from beneath her feet. The metal fell away from the building and she dove back towards the building, her eyes locking with the tattooed tough for a split second saying it all without a word  

ohmygodpleasedontletmefallpleasecatchme

His arm shot out and grabbed onto her, pulling her to safety.

Beneath the rest of the fire escape broke away and fell on top of the incredible hulking giant in a thundering crash and another screaming howl, this one in pain.

They collapsed into a heap on the roof

"We made it!" panic said without a trace of it and a bit of cockiness in his voice, "I can't believe we made it!"

"Son, we just made it across the street," the oldest said as he lit another cigarette, "no reason to go throwing a party..."

The other two just looked down at where they had just been, he was right though. They hadn't gone more than 50 feet from their safehouse of the last 24 hours... how were they going to get out of the city like this? They weren't so fortunate as to be included in the government's great evacuation plan along with the rest of the populace... no... it was though they were left for dead...



{please don't sue me valve?}