My day in the life of Urban Dead.
I lowered the battered duffel bag outside and climbed after it. Someone closed the window behind me, and I felt the scrape of furniture being placed against it. Crouched in the shadow of the Cheeke Building in the gathering darkness I stared intently at each black object on the street. Fourteen rotting bodies. None moved. But the noise of my exit would… there! A foot twitched. I raced around the corner, and almost collided with a hulking shape.
Instinct took over, and the shotgun fired, blasting the monster to the ground. My senses whirled. There were two of them! The shotgun roared again. A third body lay on the ground. A human! Still alive.. barely. I emptied the contents of my bag beside him, and snatched up another shotgun. I pumped another shell into each of the twitching zombies, and then knelt beside the human survivor. It took me five first aid kits to patch him up. Worth it though… he was a ranked survivor. I counted ten or twelve badges and insignia on his army jacket, many like the thirteen I bore. I saw a tattered name tag. Ring…something. He’d clearly been through just as much of this hell as I, but he’d done it the hard way, guarding the streets while I learnt my healing skills hiding in the hospitals. Street commandos like him had saved me those times I’d been caught out, helpless, zombies gnawing at my flesh.
But now, I had guns. Now I could use them, and now it was my turn to save. His wounds stemmed, I turned to the lurching zombies who were almost upon us, and unloaded my third shotgun on them. As they staggered upright once more, I switched to pistols firing clip after clip after clip, ten, fifteen, twenty shots, the echoes ringing around the alley. They swayed on their feet, rotting flesh hanging, shredded muscles barely able to function. Taking my time now, I lined up, and put a single bullet through each of their heads.
All those shots. Those zombies in the street would be moving now. It was time to go. I grabbed my duffel, stuffing weapons and kits inside, scanned the streets, and ran. I needed a new hideout, and I needed to find it now.