the stairs, getting passed the zombies were one thing, but how many more living enemies were up there. He sighed, “OK, no matter what you stay with me, I move you move,” he instructed her. Not giving her chance to respond, Jack rushed towards the door. Weaving in and out of the zombies, he tried to resist getting involved in a fight that would slow him down. Suddenly a man appeared in front of him, Alice gave out a shocked scream, as she looked at his half eaten face. He was still alive, it would have been easy for Jack to end his suffering, but the evil these people had committed he refused to give it. He punched the man in the chest, making him fall back into the path of the dead who quickly sank their teeth into him, tearing the flesh from his still living body.
Showing no emotion, Jack gripped her hand and carried on rushing for the closed door. A zombie grabbed at Alice, pulling her back, with the knife Jack gave her; she quickly launched the blade up through the zombie’s jaw and pushed hard into its brain. The Zombie fell back.
She quickly rushed to Jack’s side again and they made it to the door. It was locked, “Shit,” Alice spoke out. Jack simply kicked the door through, the hinges snapped off the wall. As they walked in, they were met by repeated gunfire down the stair towards them. They stood against the elevator doors, as it was the only place of cover from the flying bullets.
Bullets smashed into the concrete wall, sending small bits of stone flying around, a small bit of debris hit Alice in the face. A small cut appeared, wiping her face; she asked Jack, “What now?”
“Stay here,” he told her.
She looked in shock as Jack pulled his sidearm and dashed for the stairs, quickly shooting and hitting a man in the neck, he fell forward towards Jack. Grabbing him, he used him as a shield against the other shooter, as bullets tore into the man’s back, Jack threw the body against the shooter. The man fell back hitting his head against the stars, before he could move Jack appeared and instead of wasting a bullet stamped on the man’s neck, snapping his head from his body like a piece of wood being broken.
Keeping his gun held high, he called out to Alice, “Come on, quickly.”
She stepped carefully to join him, the bodies of the two men lay on the ground, Jack was grabbing their guns, but threw them down when he realized there was barely a few bullets left. Jack slowly walked to the next level, the door was shut, the groaning of the zombie below echoed throughout the car park. He knew they would be making their way up, “Do you know where the prisoners are being held?” he asked her.
Nodding her head, “On this level,” she quickly replied.
“Stay behind me,” he told her as he opened the door.
Moving slowly, he was surprised by how quiet it was, the burning oil drums made the only noise of wood cracking in the heat. The place was deserted; he could hear gunfire coming from the driveway, which led down below. He knew everyone down there would be too busy fighting the dead, this gave time to find the prisoners. Alice started to tap Jack on the shoulder in a panic, he turned to see a big tattooed woman standing there, she held a long blade in her hands. Jack pushed Alice behind him to protect her, nothing was said, the woman tapped the blade against her hand trying to intimidate him. Jack gave out a sarcastic laugh; he held his gun up and shook it at her. Her expression changed, her eyes looked side to side and without warning, she dropped the blade and ran away.
Shaking his head in disbelief, “They don’t make them like they used to,” he joked.
“THERE!” Alice shouted out, as she ran towards a large truck.
Quickly following, he grabbed her arm, “Wait,” he told her sternly.
She was in a hurry to open the doors, but Jack was more cautious. He looked around the truck, nothing stood out as a trap, “OK,” he uttered.
Opening the lock, he pushed the door up,
Showing no emotion, Jack gripped her hand and carried on rushing for the closed door. A zombie grabbed at Alice, pulling her back, with the knife Jack gave her; she quickly launched the blade up through the zombie’s jaw and pushed hard into its brain. The Zombie fell back.
She quickly rushed to Jack’s side again and they made it to the door. It was locked, “Shit,” Alice spoke out. Jack simply kicked the door through, the hinges snapped off the wall. As they walked in, they were met by repeated gunfire down the stair towards them. They stood against the elevator doors, as it was the only place of cover from the flying bullets.
Bullets smashed into the concrete wall, sending small bits of stone flying around, a small bit of debris hit Alice in the face. A small cut appeared, wiping her face; she asked Jack, “What now?”
“Stay here,” he told her.
She looked in shock as Jack pulled his sidearm and dashed for the stairs, quickly shooting and hitting a man in the neck, he fell forward towards Jack. Grabbing him, he used him as a shield against the other shooter, as bullets tore into the man’s back, Jack threw the body against the shooter. The man fell back hitting his head against the stars, before he could move Jack appeared and instead of wasting a bullet stamped on the man’s neck, snapping his head from his body like a piece of wood being broken.
Keeping his gun held high, he called out to Alice, “Come on, quickly.”
She stepped carefully to join him, the bodies of the two men lay on the ground, Jack was grabbing their guns, but threw them down when he realized there was barely a few bullets left. Jack slowly walked to the next level, the door was shut, the groaning of the zombie below echoed throughout the car park. He knew they would be making their way up, “Do you know where the prisoners are being held?” he asked her.
Nodding her head, “On this level,” she quickly replied.
“Stay behind me,” he told her as he opened the door.
Moving slowly, he was surprised by how quiet it was, the burning oil drums made the only noise of wood cracking in the heat. The place was deserted; he could hear gunfire coming from the driveway, which led down below. He knew everyone down there would be too busy fighting the dead, this gave time to find the prisoners. Alice started to tap Jack on the shoulder in a panic, he turned to see a big tattooed woman standing there, she held a long blade in her hands. Jack pushed Alice behind him to protect her, nothing was said, the woman tapped the blade against her hand trying to intimidate him. Jack gave out a sarcastic laugh; he held his gun up and shook it at her. Her expression changed, her eyes looked side to side and without warning, she dropped the blade and ran away.
Shaking his head in disbelief, “They don’t make them like they used to,” he joked.
“THERE!” Alice shouted out, as she ran towards a large truck.
Quickly following, he grabbed her arm, “Wait,” he told her sternly.
She was in a hurry to open the doors, but Jack was more cautious. He looked around the truck, nothing stood out as a trap, “OK,” he uttered.
Opening the lock, he pushed the door up,
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