After a couple minutes the man in the camo pants comes out with the rest of the newbies in toe. “What is the meaning of this?” The office lady asks in a sharp tone.

“Currently there is a horde of zombies coming towards the town. I came back to tell you guys that.” I tell her.

“If that is the case we need to leave immediately!” The office lady states.

“I agree with you. You guys should leave, but I need to stay to complete the mission.” I say.

“Ok that’s fine.” The office lady says, then turns around and starts to tell the others what to do.

‘Wow that was cold. What was I even expecting? Did I actually expect someone to stay? Was I hoping that someone actually cared?’ I shake my head. ‘That’s not important right now.’ I turn around and start heading towards the side of town the zombie horde is coming from.

“Wait.” Someone yells at me. I look behind and see it’s the man in camo pants. He runs up beside me and starts walking with Dave and I.

“Why did you follow me?” I ask him.

“Because I couldn’t just let you face the zombie horde alone.” He answers.

I look forward. “Thank you.” I whisper. “What’s your name? I already told you mine but I never asked your’s.” I ask.

“My names Charlie, Charlie Garza.” He responds and sticks out his hand. I shake it. “So what is the plan?” Charlie asks.

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“I was planning on trying to slowly whittle down the zombies by keeping my distance and picking them off, but first I’d throw a couple of grenades into the horde to disperse it.” I respond.

“Given the current situation I can’t really think of anything better, so let’s go with that.” Charlie says.

“Oh right, Dave take off your bayonet and hand your Lasgun to Charlie.” I tell Dave.

“Yes ‘Josh’.” Dave responds then takes his bayonet of his Lasgun amd hands it to Charlie.

“Dave doesn’t really use his Lasgun much, so I thought you’d have a better use for it.” I tell Charlie.

“Thank you.” He says.

We walk in silence after that. Eventually we reach the side of town where the horde is coming from. ‘It’s only gotten a bit closer. I’d give it about an hour before it reaches town.’ We continue walking until we are 100ft away from the horde.

“Dave hand Charlie your ammo belt but take off one of the frag grenades.” I tell Dave. “We only have 4 frag grenades so let’s make our first volley count.” Dave hands Charlie his ammo belt and takes off a grenade.

“Once they get within 50 ft throw them.” Charlie states. We wait as the horde slowly shambles towards us. Foot by foot and inch by inch it slowly moves forward. A virtual cloud of flies surrounds the horde. The buzzing of tens of thousands of flies creates a tune to which the horde marches. Slowly but surely it moves, slowly but surely it devours, and slowly but surely it will reach us. The smell of hundreds of rotting bodies causes both Charlie and I to go pale. I look over to Charlie and see that he is vomiting. I look back at the obscured horde and watch as our death slowly gains on us.

After 20 minutes the horde finally gets to about 50 ft away from us. ‘Bombs away.’ We all throw our grenades and watch as they clear out massive portions of the front in a rain of metal and fire. ‘Wow we might actually be able to do this.’ Then they start to move. Missing legs, missing arms, even missing their lower bodies they still continue. ‘Shit.’ I see a flash of red light and one of the zombies drop.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, FIRE!” Charlie yells as he lines up another shot.

I place my Lasgun to my shoulder. ‘He’s right I need to shoot or I really will die.’ I line up my site and fire. We continue like this for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes we move back 25 ft and begin firing. Again and again. Move, fire, and repeat. Move, fire, and repeat. For hours we continue. Picking off zombies then when they get too close moving back. Whenever the odd zombie actually made it to us Dave would stab it. It became almost instinct for me to fire and my accuracy increased dramatically. Eventually there were none left.

I drop down to the ground. ‘I feel so tired. It’s hard to think and my legs feel like lead.’ I look down at my Lasgun. ‘I’m on my very last powerpack. Good thing I bought 5 for each of us.’ Charlie sits down next to me.

“You ok?” He asks.

“Yeah I’m just tired.” I respond.

“Let’s go see if we can find a safer place to rest.” He says.

“That sounds like a really good idea.” I say. Charlie gets up and offers me a hand. I take it.