11:39 PM...
About 2 and a Half hours later, Luke was still on guard. Before the Zombie Apocalypse struck, the man usually was jamming to the music he blasted on his earbuds, but now? Listening to music was a thing of the past, as he had to be on high alert, for himself, and his friends so they weren't devoured or turned into walking corpses. Next to his bed were three crushed cans, one was a Cherry Pepsi, the other was a can of Soy Milk, and the third was a can of Red Bull and a small bottle of 5-Hour Energy.
He had bags under his eyes and his forehead was sweating bullets. He felt being on guard reminded him of his time during the Hmong Independence War from 2014-2020, where he couldn't sleep unless he and his fellow troops were in great danger. He was paranoid that at any moment, something would burst through the attic window, and if he didn't act fast, he and his friends would be done for.
He felt like he had been in a staring contest with the attic window for 2 hours, seeing nothing but the full moon outside. To try and keep himself awake, he took a small swig from the bottle of 5-Hour from his bedside, and he began to bob his head back and forth, as he would do if he was jamming to music (even though he wasn't.)
Then, suddenly... CRASH!!!
Luke's eyes widened when he saw what looked like a frag grenade get thrown through the window, causing him to jerk up, and his adrenaline skyrocket. Shattered glass splintered through the attic, but thankfully, none of them hit the four or severely injured them. The grenade rolled all the way toward the makeshift bathroom...
The only thing Luke thought of doing was yelling:
"TXHUA TUS, SAWV!!!" (Translation: "EVERYONE, WAKE UP!!!")
His yell sounded like a Drill Sergeant, and during this moment, Luke had a short PTSD Flashback of this moment happening, visioning his friends as soldiers of the Hmong Army... He put on what looked like a black, wooden shield with the insignia of a red heart, and wore it on his back before grabbing his MG.
Secured with duct tape to the back of his wooden shield, was a high-end car battery, and connected to the battery were three wires, a blue wire, a black wire, and a red wire. These wires were also taped to the back of the shield, and the ends of each wire had their protective insulation cut, exposing the bare wires inside.
[Author's Note: Essentially, Luke has created his very own version of the from TF2, and the heart symbol, a traditional heart symbol of Hmong embroidery.]
[Razorback = https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/0/0d/Razorback.png)]
[Hmong Heart = https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/2026326570/HmongHeritageMonth_logo512_400x400.png ]
Everyone jerked up, panicked. Before anyone else could let a word out...
BOOOOM!!!
The Grenade exploded, sending out shrapnel and blowing a hole in the floor and wall around the makeshift bathroom, the blast causing the tarp to fly off the top and cardboard boxes to get flown across the room. A fire started within the attic, and the smoke detector went off, blaring. By some grand miracle, the grenade had managed to roll far away from the sleeping quarters where the four resided, so they weren't in the blast radius.
"HEILIGE SCHEISSE!!!" Christopher shouted (Translation: "HOLY SHIT!!!")
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!" Samuel exclaimed, completely confused.
Chris and Samuel grabbed their guns and pointed them at the shattered window.
Chase screamed as his eyes widened, seeing the bucket they used as a toilet fly towards him from the explosion. Using all the adrenaline that had built up from hearing the window shatter, Luke yell like a Drill Sergeant, the explosion, and seeing a bucket of turds fly at him, he jolted out of bed before the bucket splattered against the wall, a foul odor being spread across the attic, and streaks of brown dripping down the wall.
Chase grabbed the bucket that sat beside his bed (Not the bucket used as a toilet) and put the bucket over his head as if it were a helmet, the handle acting as a crude chin strap. Everyone was panicked, as they hopped out of their beds, and grabbed their bags and guns. Samuel kneeled to his bedside and as fast as possible slipped on his red sweater over his black tank top, and put his beanie on. The sounds of snarling, growling, and screaming from all of the ungodly abominations outside filled the air...
"WE GOTTA GO, WE GOTTA GO, WE GOTTA GO!!!" Luke yelled, still sounding like a Drill Sergeant
"LOS, LOS, LOS!!!" Christopher exclaimed (Translation: "GO, GO, GO!!!" [OR] "COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!!!")
Luke and Christopher ran to the drop-down ladder, opened it up, and jumped down to the second floor of the home. When Samuel jumped down, he yelled "KOBE!".
Chase looked at his table full of random objects he intended to "Sell".
"NOOOOOO!!! MY STORE!!!" Chase yelled in the voice of someone who had lost everything, putting his hands on the side of his head in utter defeat. Chase grabbed his duffel bag and began to stuff anything he could salvage, he was only able to put the following in his backpack: A Bottle of Motor Oil, A Bottle of BB Pellets, A Jar of Peanuts, A Literal Femur Bone, A Potato Masher Grenade, and Three Frag Grenades, before Luke yelled:
"CHASE!, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! JERKING OFF UP THERE?! LET'S GO!" Luke barked.
Christopher and Samuel both laughed and snickered at Luke's assumption that Chase was spending his last moments in the attic, fondling himself.
"Yeah, leave yo shit, man!" Samuel yelled, agreeing with his buddy.
"FUCK!" Chase yelled in anger and disappointment, but he agreed. The attic was on fire and the whole thing could collapse at any moment, so Chase obliged his friends' orders and jumped out of the attic.
"Where do we go?! We didn't plan anything other than leaving!" Christopher exclaimed in a panicked tone.
Chris' statement was true. Earlier, they had all planned on leaving their little attic base, but they did not plan on where they would go, such as a route to take in order to escape the city.
"Shit, we didn't plan this far!" Samuel said, agreeing with Christopher.
"Alright boys, follow me!" Luke yelled, taking charge of the group.
"SIR, YES, SIR!" Christopher replied as if he were a Soldier obeying the commands of a superior officer.
As they were running on the second floor of the house to get to the stairs, Chase had a brief glimpse outside one of the second-story windows and his blood ran cold as he saw an absolute mob of zombies and other monsters.
"They're out there boys, look out the window, tons of 'em!" Chase commented at the sight.
Luke led his three friends downstairs, with his MG 42 in his hands. The four filed down the stairs as if they were an organized military unit. Luckily, there were no Zombies or other monsters that had managed to breach the defenses of the home, but they saw their silhouettes through the window, banging against the windows, which were blockaded by heavy furniture and objects. The front door and back doors were barricaded with rice bags and sandbags.
There was a moment of silence between the four men... Sure, their home was well-fortified, but they were surrounded on all sides by all the ungodly monsters that roamed in the dark, dimly-lit neighborhood.
"Alright men, here's our plan..." Luke said "UNITED WE STAND, HOO-AHH!!!" He yelled in a deep voice in a patriotic fashion.
Although they were startled by their buddy's yell, hearing those words filled Chase, Christopher, and Samuel with hope, and boosted their morale, courage, and confidence.
"HOO-AHH!!!" Chase, Christopher, and Samuel shouted the war cry.
"Watch out for friendly fire!" Luke advised.
Luke charged, swung open the front door (opening it from the inside), and there, only separated by a 3-and-a-half foot tall barrier of rice and sandbags, was a HORDE of undead, among other creatures. He adjusted the bipod of his machine gun and opened fire on the horde. Chase, Christopher, and Samuel all hopped on top of the couch in the living room and fired their guns, aimed at the doorway.
Even though he didn't describe their plan verbally, Chase, Christopher, and Samuel had a sneaking suspicion, Luke was trying to clear a path by mowing down enough zombies to have a clear escape route, so they could escape onto the streets.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!" Chase shouted as he pulled the pin from a grenade he had and tossed it at the door. The four ducked and covered their ears.
BOOOOM!!!
The Grenade exploded, shooting shrapnel into the skulls of the nearest zombies and killing them, falling to the ground, and injuring nearby zombies in the blast radius. Fortunately, most of the zombies congregating outside the home were the typical, classic, and slow, walkers.
But then...
"WE'VE GOT A RUNNER, WE'VE GOT A RUNNER!!!" Christopher barked.
He was right, running towards the house appeared to be a zombie, wearing a bicycle helmet, its skin a pale gray/white, with milky white eyes, its mouth covered in blood, and wearing a stained and torn white tank top and red shorts.
"FOCUS FIRE, FOCUS FIRE!!!" Samuel ordered, and everyone obeyed his command.
Sure, it may have been considered complete overkill for one zombie, but Chase (With his M16A4), Christopher (With his MP 40), Luke (With his MG 42), and Samuel (With his AKM), all tunneled the running zombie, absolutely brutalizing the running, undead corpse with lead. The intensity of four guns firing at the zombie caused its head to be shot off its shoulders, and one of its arms was blown off of its body. The headless corpse fell flat on the porch of the home.
[Author's Note: The word "Tunneling" is a term used in World of Tanks Blitz, for one player to repeatedly focus firing on a single enemy player, and not giving attention to any of the other enemy players.]
"FULL METAL JACKET, MOTHERFUCKAS!!!" Samuel shouted at the zombies approaching the house.
"SHOOT 'EM! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Chase yelled due to the intensity of the situation.
"TÖTE SIE ALLE!!!" Christopher exclaimed. (Translation: "KILL THEM ALL!!!")
After a few more moments of near-continuous, (almost) non-stop gunfire from the four (due to them having to reload their guns with full magazines when they ran out of ammo), they had put down a good amount of zombies, reducing the density of the horde outside, and they saw a clear opening.
"Alright, we cleared a path! Follow me, We're getting out of here !" Luke ordered.
He jumped over the 3.5-Foot tall defense of rice and sandbags and ran off into the streets.
His comrades saw him jump into the truck bed of an abandoned pickup truck in the middle of the road, using it as a firing position, mowing down any zombie that dared to meander to his position. Following his commands, his three friends valiantly ran out of the house and shot any zombies that got in their way.
"Hut, Hut, Hut, Hut, Hut!" Samuel exclaimed as he led the charge out of the house, with Chase and Christopher quickly trailing behind him.
"Get the FUCK outta my face!" Chase yelled at a zombie before blasting its face full of lead with his M16A4.
"Guys, Over here!" Luke yelled out, motioning his friends to come towards the pickup truck.
And with that, Chase, Christopher, and Samuel all climbed into the back of the pickup truck's bed, and all four fired in every direction they could at the swarm of zombies.
"What's our plan? Where are we headed?" Samuel asked Luke.
It was clear the three viewed him as the leader because he was the one who led the charge and inspired them with courage during the apocalypse. Luke didn't answer, he was more occupied with firing upon the undead than thinking where to escape. In his mind, it would be best to mow down as many zombies and monsters as they could have a clear path to run.
"Holy crap..." Christopher commented as he looked at the house they had utilized as their base for the past 6 Days...
The entire top portion of their former base (Especially the Attic), was engulfed in flames. He was slightly distracted by watching the fire damage the house, but everyone was startled when they heard an explosion that sent a small shockwave through the neighborhood, and a huge chunk of their former base got blown off its frame.
"Heh, at least we're leaving with a bang," Chase said as if it was the most casual thing ever.
Although Christopher didn't have much time to speculate about what caused the explosion because of the firefight against the zombies if he had to take an educated guess, it was probably the propane tanks stored in the attic that must've been set ablaze due to the fire, and when one of them exploded, it caused a chain reaction, causing the rest to explode.
"Into that house, on my lead!" Luke instructed as he pointed towards a small, single-story house. It was about 5-6 houses away from their original base.
After he and his friends cleared a good path, he hopped out of the truck bed, and ran, signaling his buddies to follow his lead. When he got to the house, he stood on the front lawn, firing his gun at the zombies that came near him.
"Los no! Los no! Los no!" Luke exclaimed, signaling his friends to follow him.
(Translation: "Over here! Over here! Over here!" [Or] "Come here! Come here! Come here!")
The only person in the group who had a clue about what Luke was saying was Christopher, as both he and Luke were of Hmong heritage, and although Chris didn't understand or speak Hmong very much, he still could pick up on most things his friend said and could tell he was calling out to his friends for them to come to his location. Despite Chase and Samuel having absolutely no clue what Luke was saying (Because they were both White and African-American respectively), they could tell there was a lot of urgency in his voice, so they all hopped out of the truck bed and sprinted towards the house, their guns drawn.
"Follow the crazy Asian man, follow the crazy Asian man!" Chase said, referring to his friend, Luke.
As his friends were coming near to the front yard of the house, Luke ran to the front door of the house and kicked the door open as if he was an FBI Agent storming a house full of narcotics. A loud THUD was heard as he slammed his boot against the door, and the door swung open. The house had a long hallway, and as he ran in, to his right was the living room of the house, and to the left was a small kitchen. He ran into the living room and kneeled into a firing position, aiming his MG 42 at the doorway.
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"Let's move, move, move!" Chase said as the trio filed into the house.
"Shut the door, shut the door!" Samuel told Chris, who was trailing behind.
"SIR, YES, SIR!" Christopher exclaims, following Samuel's orders as he grabbed the doorknob of the front door, slamming the door shut and locking it.
"Hey, guys, over here!" Luke shouted as he once again motioned his friends over to him.
The trio was breathing heavily, but they knew what to do in their new "Base". They all grabbed the heaviest things they could find and barricaded both the front and back doors of the home, and kept the blinds closed. After that, Chase, Christopher, and Samuel all sat on the couch, while Luke stood a few feet away from them, back turned. Luke turned around to face his friends as if he was about to give them a speech.
"Men? These are the facts as I understand them, One:" He said in the voice of the TF2 Soldier, before continuing in his normal voice:
"We devised an exceptional plan for our escape... But we were uncoordinated as a unit and had absolutely no idea where we were going, or planned on going, like a last-minute decision when that grenade came through the window..."
"That was a grenade?!" Christopher asked, completely baffled. During the initial panic of the situation, the man didn't see what was thrown through the window and only woke up to the sound of Luke's drill sergeant yelling and everyone else panicking, and then an explosion.
"Two:" Luke said in the voice of the TF2 Soldier again, before reverting back to his normal voice to continue his monologue.
"The good thing is, at least we still have each other... It could've been worse, but gentlemen? I salute you." Luke said with admiration and respect for his best friends being with him, fighting alongside him during the zombie apocalypse, and he raised his right hand in a salute.
His three friends nodded and returned the salute to their comrade standing in front of them.
"Amen, brother," Samuel replied with a sincere smile.
"SIR, YES, SIR!" Christopher shouted
"Uh, Chris? You didn't need to do that man, I was just giving a speech, that wasn't an order..." Luke said before chuckling a bit.
Chase and Samuel chuckled a bit at Christopher's determination to stick with his character.
Christopher had a bit of an embarrassed expression on his face.
"Oh, uhhhh, okay then..." Chris said with obvious awkwardness in his voice... "But wait... What came through the window was a grenade?"
"Sure was... I did my best to wake everyone up, and by some miracle, the grenade rolled over to our makeshift bathroom instead of landing in the middle of us and blowing us to smithereens." Luke replied
"Who do you think it could've been?" Christopher asked all of his friends with genuine interest.
"We could only speculate my man, but... Maybe we aren't the only survivors in this town, and there's probably a group of other people who tried to hunt us down in order to either take us hostage or steal our supplies, remember Negan from The Walking Dead?" Samuel replied to Christopher.
"Yeah," Christopher said with a short nod.
"Well if your theory is true Sam, it looks like we've got more to worry about than just the zombies," Luke replied
"What's our plan, now?" Chase asked
"Our plan?" ... "We're gonna fucking die..." Luke in a tone that could only be described as someone telling a joke, and then he laughed.
Chase and Samuel laughed along with him, while Chris let out a nervous chuckle. They had always known their buddy Luke had an eccentric, odd, and dark sense of humor.
"I'm just kidding," Luke said with a goofy sneer. "We're going to get through this together, like we've always had." He said, his smile changing from a goofy grin to a warm, sincere, and caring smile for his friends.
Hearing his words inspired his buddies with trust and hope, Luke had always been very loyal... There was no way he was leaving the friends he had since the 1st Grade behind to die in this desolate, zombie-infested wasteland that was once a bustling city.
"No man left behind," Luke said with a smile that could be described as patriotic. He had said this many times during the war. Just like the wounded soldiers he carried from the battlefield and back to the medics, he would do just that. He wasn't leaving ANY of his best friends behind. The four exchanged sincere smiles with each other, and all exchanged a group high-five.
"I know I'm asking this a lot, buuut... What's our game plan now?" Christopher asked, tilting his head in curiosity. He really wanted to follow instructions that wouldn't result in a one-way ticket to him and his friend's becoming a zombie's next meal or becoming zombies themselves.
"Okay gentlemen, here's our game plan... We're going to rest for about 10 to 15 minutes, and what I plan for us to do is charge through the horde, and take refuge in a house that's about 5 to 6 houses away from our last holdup, any questions?" announced Luke.
Christopher raised his hand. "So, are you saying we'll be jumping from house to house?"
"Affirmative." was Luke's short answer.
"Can we raid any of the houses?" was Chase's response.
"Well... Let's only steal things we need, alright? I'll only allow food, water, first aid supplies, ammunition, and weapons. Just don't steal anything expensive or valuable, it'll just weigh you down, and it's not right to steal things you don't need, even if we're in a time of crisis, are my words understood?" Luke said, a bit of a stern expression crossing his face.
"Orders understood, sir." Christopher humbly replied.
"I heard you, man," Samuel responded
Chase once again had a disappointed look on his face, but nodded his head reluctantly.
But even though (technically) no one was there to prevent him from stealing something like some kid's PlayStation or Xbox, he decided to just go with the flow of only taking things they needed, and he did have some respect for Luke. It was pretty clear his war veteran best friend had morals, and possibly the discipline he received during his time in the Hmong Army strengthened these morals.
Chase, Christopher, Luke, and Samuel all scavenged the house for things that could aid in their survival. Christopher was in the kitchen and walked towards a counter with a knife holder, and pulled out the largest handle he saw. The handle was connected to a decently large and sharp, steel blade.
"Hmmmm... Das sieht aus wie es könnte kommen in handlich." Christopher said to himself as he examined the blade. (Translation: "This looks like it could come in handy.")
Samuel walked into one of the bedrooms of this home. He noted how this room looked like it belonged to a teenager who was interested in baseball. On the wall were baseball posters of famous players such as Babe Ruth, Ted Williams, and Jackie Robinson. Placed on a shelf mounted on the wall, was a picture of a Hispanic boy with curly black hair in his early teens, dressed in a baseball uniform with the number 18 on it, swinging a baseball bat, along with a few trophies next to the picture.
Samuel had an impressed smile on his face at what this kid had accomplished, and it was obvious the kid in the picture was not only a big fan of baseball, but was probably a champion in the Little League, but he also felt a tad bit of sadness, as he felt bad about what may have happened to the young boy ever since the apocalypse broke out.
"Damn... Hope the kid is alright... Looks like he had everythin' going for him..." He said as he looked at the picture, feeling sympathetic, as he couldn't possibly fathom being a kid, when something that seemed like it would only exist in fiction or in the movies, (a zombie apocalypse), actually occurred in real life.
Sam noticed leaning against the wall of the room was a metal baseball bat. He walked towards it, picked it up, and got in a stance as if a baseball was coming at him. He hummed the baseball ballpark organ theme.
"Let's give it up for... Sluggin' Saaaaam!!!" Samuel's voice boomed, imitating the voice of a baseball announcer/commentator.
Luke, who walked out of the bathroom of the house was very confused as to what Samuel was doing and he entered the bedroom his pal was in.
"Sam? What the hell are you-" Luke asked in a confused tone, but he was cut off when Samuel screamed and swung the bat at his friend. Fortunately, the helmet he wore acted as a shield, being a strong piece of metal that stood in between Luke's skull and Samuel's bat, cushioning the impact.
CLANG!!!
After the impact, Luke clutched the top of his helmet, cringing from the loud clang caused by the metal bat hitting his helmet.
"Holy shit, Luke? I'm sorry, you alright man?" Samuel asked, hoping his friend was not injured.
"Yeah, I'm alright, Sam... What are you doing?" His friend asked
"Well... Uhhhh... I just..." Samuel explained awkwardly with a chuckle before scratching the back of his head with his left hand
They then heard two sets of footsteps, Chase and Christopher with their guns drawn.
"Hey, what the hell's going on here?" Chase asked.
"What happened?" Chris questioned
"Well... I don't really know, I think Samuel was trying to roleplay as Ted Williams or something..." Luke replied, causing his friends to briefly chuckle
"Yeah, I guess you can say that..." Samuel said with a smile and a short, slightly awkward laugh
After the baseball incident, the four all returned to scavenging for any survival supplies within the home. Chase walked into an open room of the house, a bedroom. This bedroom belonged to someone who was a gamer. The walls were covered with video game posters, and on top of a dresser drawer was a TV and a PlayStation 5. Chase had a mischievous grin as he saw the gaming console. He rubbed his hands together and laughed a short, quiet, evil laugh as if he was a villain.
He walked towards the dresser, unplugged the console's wire from an outlet, and lifted the PS5 from the drawer. His devious smirk faded to a frown as if he was disappointed in what he was doing. It seemed as if he had a change of heart. Even though Chase was all about doing crazy things, (Including illegal stuff), he felt that stealing a PS5 (which most likely belonged to some kid), was really messed up, even if it was the zombie apocalypse.
He let out a heavy sigh, put the console back on top of the dresser, plugged the cord back into the outlet, and left the bedroom.
12:05 AM...
After scavenging for supplies and with all they could carry, the four had regrouped in the living room. They heard what sounded like rain and thunder outside, accompanied by unholy screeches, growling, and moaning from the shambling zombies and monsters from outside.
"Alright boys... Ready to roll?" Luke asked
"Ready as I'll ever be," Samuel replied
Chase and Christopher both nodded and unison. They began to move the heavy objects blocking the door, and Luke unlocked it. He saw his friends, peeking their heads out from the kitchen and their guns drawn. They all stared at Luke as he stood in front of the front door of the house, as he used his left hand to signal "1, 2, and 3", signifying when he was going to open the door. As soon as Luke swung the door open, he ran into the kitchen and stood next to Chris, who had his MP 40 drawn at the door.
"OFFENES FEUER!" Chris exclaimed (Translation: "OPEN FIRE!")
Once again, the four fired their guns outside, aiming at any zombie or creature that dared to make its presence known. A zombie stumbled into the house... It wore a tattered, blue long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and black shoes. The clothes it wore were torn and covered in blood. The zombie's chest cavity was torn open, revealing some of its organs... But one thing that was different from other zombies was that covering its entire head was a tan, crab-like organism with two arms... It appeared to be some kind of parasite...
"What the hell is that?!" Samuel asked
"I don't give a shit, just kill it!" Chase yelled
"I think it's a headcrab!" Christopher pointed out.
They all fired at the zombie's open chest cavity, believing it was a weak spot. They were correct, with enough shots, the zombie fell to the ground, but as soon as the body fell, the crab-like entity that was latched onto the head of the zombie jumped off of its head and revealed it had four, crab-like legs and under its entire body was a circular hole, and in this hole appeared to be a beak.
The four men recoiled and let out disgusted reactions and cringed at what they had just seen. Seeing this... Thing jump off of a zombie's head as if it was some grotesque, living hat was an awful sight.
"KILL IT!!!" Christopher exclaimed.
The four aimed their guns at what Christopher claimed was a "Headcrab" and shot it to pieces. Luckily for them, this Headcrab was very weak and went down with little punishment.
"OH SHIT, IT'S THE PILLSBURY DOUGHBOY!" Chase yelled frantically
The next zombie to stagger into the house appeared to be a morbidly obese, bloated zombie dressed as a chef, snarling and growling, arms reaching out to try and grab anything that was living and moving. Even though their situation was dire, the other three exchanged a brief laugh at Chase's comment.
"Don't let it get close!" Christopher warned. He feared this zombie was a "Bloater" or a "Bomber", zombies who were bloated with gas and when they took enough hits, exploded, showering the area in blood and guts.
The four men opened fire on the huge, bloated, undead corpse that shambled toward them. This bloated, zombie dressed like a chef was like a tank, soaking up more bullets than regular zombies.
"Back up! Back up!" Luke ordered.
His friends obeyed his order, as they backed up, and when the zombie was about 5 Feet Away, the continuous gunfire was enough to put it down, but it went out without a bang. Luke, his friends, and the living room were covered in blood and guts. After the bloated zombie had exploded and sprayed its insides out all over the inside of the home, an absolutely foul odor lingered.
"EEEEWWWW!!!" Christopher reacted in complete disgust.
"AW FUCK, IT GOT IT'S BLOOD ON MA SHOES!" Samuel exclaimed in anger and disgust.
"IT SMELLS LIKE SHIT IN HERE! Luke exclaimed, clearly disgusted by the stench the bloated zombie had left behind.
"WOAH, LOOK AT ALL DA BLOOD!!!" Chase yelled with a crazed smile on his face. "RED'S MA FAVORITE COLOR!"
Chase's comment about red being his favorite color made his friends laugh, even though they were in a literal life-or-death situation. Why did the trio find this funny? It was just Chase's deep voice and the way he commented on all the blood that was splattered everywhere, and how he said red was his favorite color. Zombies continued to file into the home, one by one, and it seemed like they began to close in on the four.
"GET... OFF... MY... PROPERTY!" Luke yelled at the zombies as he and his buddies continued to mow them down with their fast-firing guns.
"Please... Come back... With... Tenant... References!" Christopher shouted at the zombies. It was clear even though they were in a zombie apocalypse, the boys used light-hearted and vulgar humor to try and sort of calm each others' nerves.
"This is not an open house!" Luke yelled again, at the undead.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Chase warned as he pulled the pin from a grenade, and threw it over the heads of the zombies closest to them, intending for the explosive to knock out the zombies behind the ones in front of them. The grenade flew, bounced off the ceiling, and landed below the feet of the zombies meandering through the doorway.
After about 5 seconds of the pin being pulled...
BOOOOM!!!
The Grenade exploded, annihilating a sizable amount of the zombies near the front door.
"Nice one!" Christopher complimented his friend for his grenade throw while giving him a brief thumbs-up and a smile before returning fire at the zombies with his MP 40.
"All on one, let's all throw a grenade!" Chase loudly suggested.
"Sounds like a plan!" Samuel agreed.
"Three, two, one..." Chase said before preparing his third grenade...
Collectively, the four yelled "FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!", pulled the pins from their grenades, and tossed them at the zombies.
"KOBE!" Samuel yelled.
"YEET!" Chase exclaimed.
"Bomb's away!" Chris exclaimed
As soon as they threw their grenades at the zombies, Luke yelled "FALL BACK, FALL BACK!" in the voice of a Drill Sergeant, ordering his friends to retreat further into the house to avoid the blast of four, whole, frag grenades.
"SIR, YES, SIR!" Christopher replied. The four men retreated into the hallway of the home, and they all ran into a room of the house (Except for Chris, who decided to remain in the hallway), ducking in and out of cover to return fire at the undead. Chase and Samuel took refuge in separate bedrooms, poking their heads out of the doorways of the respective rooms they hid in, returning fire at the zombies.
BOOOOM!!!
"Woah!" Christopher exclaimed in shock and amazement.
"Goddamn!" Was Samuel's reaction to the explosions.
The four grenades all going off at once not only eliminated a large number of zombies, but flung furniture and objects around, started a fire, blew chunks out of the walls of the house, and rocked the home with a massive shockwave.
"Uhhhh... Guys? Maybe we should stop throwing grenades, that doesn't seem like a good idea anymore..." Christopher feebly warned
"I've only got this potato masher grenade, can I use it?" Chase asked with a crazed grin while holding his mentioned explosive. It was pretty clear he did not at all take Christopher's warning seriously.
"Chase quit fucking around, this house is up in flames and we don't need it getting worse!" Samuel said, agreeing with Christopher's warning.
"Alright, fiiiine," Chase said in a disappointed, over-exaggerated voice before rolling his eyes and putting his stick grenade back into his duffel bag.
"Holy Scheisse, look at the front door!" Christopher said, pointing at the door with the barrel of his MP 40.
"It's just blood and bodies!" Chase commented before letting out a slightly psychotic laugh.
At the front door of the house, was a several-foot high PILE of dead zombie corpses. Riddled with gunshots, charred, on fire, and absolutely brutalized by the four survivors.
"How the hell are we going to get out of here? The door's completely blocked off and... I ain't touchin' no zombie." Samuel said, disgusted at the thought that they might have to remove the zombies with their bare hands and pull them away, to clear the doorway and leave.
"We still have the backdoor, right?" Christopher asked.
Christopher did have a good point. Even over the continuous gunfire, explosions, and hostile noises that came from the undead... They hadn't heard anything come from behind them, no groans or moans from the undead or aggressive banging on the backdoor. But before the boys could do anything else, they heard what sounded like an engine revving/idling outside.
"Is that a car?" Christopher asked, tilting his head and confusion. Even though their view was heavily obstructed by the pile of zombie corpses that were stacked in front of the doorway, they all stared in the direction of the front door, confused and curious. They then hear what sounded like a chainsaw or a buzzsaw cutting into flesh. They all began to back up slowly towards the backdoor of the house when they began to see blood and bodily fluids squirt out from the dead zombie corpses as if something was forcing toothpaste out of a tube.
"Something tells me that's not good..." Samuel said
"Sounds like a chainsaw... I wouldn't be surprised if that's Leatherface..." Chase remarked
The four all witnessed a long, mechanical arm with a buzzsaw for a hand. It cuts into the flesh of the deceased zombies, cutting them open and breaking their bodies into smaller pieces, leaking guts and fluids out, causing the smell in the house to become worse.
"I'm going to fucking puke..." Luke said, trying to hold back his gag reflexes so he didn't dry heave in front of every single one of his friends...
The quartet of friends witnessed what seemed to be another similar, long, mechanical arm with a buzzsaw for a hand, working with the initial hand to cut the corpses of zombies into smaller pieces. As the zombie corpses got more and more cut up, the pile of corpses began to grow smaller and smaller... The boys really, really wanted to get out of there while they still could, but something strange kept them from running... Perhaps it was morbid curiosity?
Then, the four saw... IT...
(The End of AVCSS S01E1 Part II... To Be Continued...)