same for the second. The first flailed in a desperate attempt to stop his downward momentum, in the process spinning himself around and squeezing the trigger of his rifle. The bullets ripped through the chest and neck of the third infantryman, spraying the next in line with blood and gore. The fourth stumbled backwards into the line of gunmen following behind. Their momentum stopped, the black clad gunmen struggled backwards out of the tent.
Donovan and Alex were atop their victims, striking at the men with fists. Alex wrestled the sidearm away from this assailant, quickly placing the barrel to the man's forehead. He squeezed the trigger.
A moment later, another gun fired, ripping through the masked face of the second gunman. Both gunmen now lay still, the blood quickly pooling around their lifeless bodies.
It took just a second for the events to register with the Alex and Donovan before they were stripping the bodies of weapons and ammo clips. Alex caught the sight of something flying by his head, then the clink of something heavy on earth drew his eyes away from his task.
"Grenade!" Theresa yelled, spinning her body on the ground and expertly kicking the grenade back out the tents opening. The grenade exploded a second later, hot shrapnel ripping through the tent and spraying the area outside.
Alex heard someone screaming and realized it was him. Fire burned through his left thigh and he looked down to see blood pouring from a shrapnel wound. Alex pressed his hand over the wound, gritting his teeth against the pain. More screams fought their way through the haze and Alex briefly realized that others were injured, some inside and some outside their tent.
"Alex!" Dr. Cahn yelled as he crawled across the ground to his side. "Alex, where are you hit?" Alex answered him through clenched teeth and Dr. Cahn rose to his knees to tend to his wound. Tearing pieces of cloth from his own shirt, Dr. Cahn tried desperately to staunch the flow of blood. "I can't slow the bleeding," he said as he pressed a fresh piece of cloth to the wound. "I'm going to have to take the shrapnel out to get it stopped."
Before Alex could nod his approval, Dr. Cahn ripped Alex's pant leg open, exposing the ragged hole in his leg. "This is going to hurt," he warned. Alex shut his eyes and clenched his teeth again, taking a few deep breaths before quickly nodding his head. Dr. Cahn dug his fingers into the wound.
Alex screamed. He nearly blacked out from the pain of the doctor digging around inside his leg, looking desperately for a piece of hot metal lodged somewhere in his thigh. Which each twist and turn of the doctor's fingers, fresh new waves of white hot pain raged through Alex's body. Somewhere distant, Alex could hear Dr. Cahn talking to himself while he searched for the object. The was a sound of surprise, then more pain as the doctor pulled the tiny piece of shrapnel from the wound. "Got it!" He exclaimed triumphantly, examining the object for a brief moment before tossing it aside. The world began to narrow, and bright flashes of light began tracing across his vision as shock set in.
Just before Alex passed out, he saw the head of a grotesque creature rear up behind Dr. Cahn.
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Alex sat behind his desk, looking at the two teenagers in front of him. Both swayed back and forth in their chairs, eyes half-lidded, flesh rotting from their faces.
"Do you two realize just how serious this is? A food fight? In my cafeteria? What do you have to say for yourselves?"
The two teenage corpses stared blankly forward, only giving the slightest groan in response. Yellow pus oozed from sores on the taller zombies face.
"When I ask you a question, I expect an answer." The two continued staring. "There are brains all over the cafeteria; all over the walls! There are entrails hanging from the lights. And that's not even the worst of it. The vomit is everywhere. I've put up with you two in this school for long enough. You've finally crossed the
Donovan and Alex were atop their victims, striking at the men with fists. Alex wrestled the sidearm away from this assailant, quickly placing the barrel to the man's forehead. He squeezed the trigger.
A moment later, another gun fired, ripping through the masked face of the second gunman. Both gunmen now lay still, the blood quickly pooling around their lifeless bodies.
It took just a second for the events to register with the Alex and Donovan before they were stripping the bodies of weapons and ammo clips. Alex caught the sight of something flying by his head, then the clink of something heavy on earth drew his eyes away from his task.
"Grenade!" Theresa yelled, spinning her body on the ground and expertly kicking the grenade back out the tents opening. The grenade exploded a second later, hot shrapnel ripping through the tent and spraying the area outside.
Alex heard someone screaming and realized it was him. Fire burned through his left thigh and he looked down to see blood pouring from a shrapnel wound. Alex pressed his hand over the wound, gritting his teeth against the pain. More screams fought their way through the haze and Alex briefly realized that others were injured, some inside and some outside their tent.
"Alex!" Dr. Cahn yelled as he crawled across the ground to his side. "Alex, where are you hit?" Alex answered him through clenched teeth and Dr. Cahn rose to his knees to tend to his wound. Tearing pieces of cloth from his own shirt, Dr. Cahn tried desperately to staunch the flow of blood. "I can't slow the bleeding," he said as he pressed a fresh piece of cloth to the wound. "I'm going to have to take the shrapnel out to get it stopped."
Before Alex could nod his approval, Dr. Cahn ripped Alex's pant leg open, exposing the ragged hole in his leg. "This is going to hurt," he warned. Alex shut his eyes and clenched his teeth again, taking a few deep breaths before quickly nodding his head. Dr. Cahn dug his fingers into the wound.
Alex screamed. He nearly blacked out from the pain of the doctor digging around inside his leg, looking desperately for a piece of hot metal lodged somewhere in his thigh. Which each twist and turn of the doctor's fingers, fresh new waves of white hot pain raged through Alex's body. Somewhere distant, Alex could hear Dr. Cahn talking to himself while he searched for the object. The was a sound of surprise, then more pain as the doctor pulled the tiny piece of shrapnel from the wound. "Got it!" He exclaimed triumphantly, examining the object for a brief moment before tossing it aside. The world began to narrow, and bright flashes of light began tracing across his vision as shock set in.
Just before Alex passed out, he saw the head of a grotesque creature rear up behind Dr. Cahn.
-----
Alex sat behind his desk, looking at the two teenagers in front of him. Both swayed back and forth in their chairs, eyes half-lidded, flesh rotting from their faces.
"Do you two realize just how serious this is? A food fight? In my cafeteria? What do you have to say for yourselves?"
The two teenage corpses stared blankly forward, only giving the slightest groan in response. Yellow pus oozed from sores on the taller zombies face.
"When I ask you a question, I expect an answer." The two continued staring. "There are brains all over the cafeteria; all over the walls! There are entrails hanging from the lights. And that's not even the worst of it. The vomit is everywhere. I've put up with you two in this school for long enough. You've finally crossed the
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