MyZombieJounal by Ivan and Ian Desabrais Page 5

stood up. Her blonde lochs cascaded over her shoulders. "You did it. Thank you," she said.

  When the fireman who had the axe stepped in, I could see some of the people shocked. I turned and socked him in that sweet spot in the jaw.

  The bastard didn't fall down. Some of the women screamed. He speared me to the ground. I felt his monstrous fist crash into my ribs.

  Loud thud and the giant of a man collapsed over me. He was pulled away and the quiet guy from the red truck helped me up. He smiled.

  "Glad you're not alone now?" He asked, nodding to me. I was. I didn't tell him though. "McKinley," he announced. We shook hands. "Thanks."

  I looked down at the big guy. "Why did you attack him?" McKinley asked. I saw their faces. I know a problem when I see one. "Instinct."

  "He's one of them. He dresses like that to fool others. Some of these people know that," the blonde woman stated, pointing down at him.

  16 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon

  My new 'FRIENDS' pulled that guy into the room. We came around some old tables and I saw a young man laying on the floor. He was pale.

  Shivering, breathing shallow. Saw this before. I stepped back. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" a man yelled. The crazy fool attacked me. He struck me.

  Instinct kicked in. Grabbed his arm and flipped him on the floor. People screamed. Some bolted out the door. This was bad, If they got out.

  I knew Zombies would be everywhere out there. They had to hear us from before. Even with the suppressors. The bikers made a lot of noise.

  We had a lot of scared people about to turn on us. Dom pulled me back from the man and looked down at the boy. "Damn it!" He swore, knowing.

  "Keep away from my son," the man shouted. "He's infected," I yelled. "I know. I'll do it when the time comes. You don't touch him."

  "It's gotta be now. He's gonna mark somebody," Dom warned. "I can't," he cried. "Take him outta here," Dom commanded. I grabbed the man.

  "No," Dom called. "We'll take the boy outside. Then this coward can watch him turn from the roof. Go ahead. Put that boy through that pain."

  "You don't understand..." The man whined. "The hell I don't," Dom said. "I lost everyone I ever knew to this toilet of a world. Saw death."

  "Dom!" Cole called. "They got the door open. They're running into the street. The dead are coming and we got no one on guns."

  17 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon

  The chaos wrecked through everyone like an unseen force, zombie gurgling and moaning out, the scent in the air unbearable. I checked my gun.

  "Savage, get to the roof," Dom ordered. "The turret," I yelled back. He stared at me, "I'll take your back, guys lets go," Dom called.

  We quickly went to the garage, door wide open zombies in the entrance, one of them wearing a fireman uniform. He tried to come back home.

  Dom took out the fireman and three others attracted by the sound entered. "Dammit who the hell decided to run, they should be shot."

  Zombies polluted the streets, I have no idea why they all headed this way but wanted to take them out before it was too late for us.

  Cole at my side the other guys rushing up and breaching the garage door, shots ringing out, clips being changed and zombies falling.

  I leapt onto the turret truck, my team taking my back. The dead were falling like flies, some getting back up from our hasty attacks.

  "In the fucking heads," I yelled. "Don't waste the ammo." Dom got on the back of the truck grabbing a centurion arms MK12K, boss gun.

  Heads imploded from Dom's shots. Hit the turret and tore the dead apart. The teen girl from the van joined us, I nodded to her awesome aim.

  "Get back in the station," someone yelled. I saw a few of the people who ran were swarmed by the dead, some crying out in helpless horror.

  "Fuck," one of the team yelled, "the old guy from the van got bitten." The teen girl screamed and ran to the old man, "No!" She cried.

  This could only go more down hill. His wife nowhere to be seen, the teen girl took him back into the station and the door began to close.

  18 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon

  "Get in," Dom yelled, "We can't fight them all." I grabbed some bags and got in before the door closed all the way. The others followed.

  "I don't know where it came from," the old man said. The teen girl held onto him. "What am I supposed to do?" The old man cupped her face.

  "You know what will happen next, I'm going to go soon," the old man told her. He looked around and lowered his head, not finding his wife.

  Someone slammed into the door from the outside, I feared one of the team was still out there and ran to check. Old man's wife was outside.

  Her arms swinging into the door, part of her face pulled back. Shit, she was dead, how the hell did that happen. "Karen," the old man said.

  He was right beside me looking at his wife, tears in his eyes. "God," hand on the window looking out at her. "I love you," he said.

  "Give me the revolver," he told the teenage girl. "I'm going out there," his eyes glassy, turning a murky white. She handed him the gun.

  The other man from his van came forward, "you don't have to do this!" He yelled. "Damn right I do," he shot back. "I won't leave her.”

  He took out all but two bullets and went out the door shoving her back as he exited. Bang! She fell, he didn't look back, kneeled by her.

  I heard him cry out then the second shot. The teen girl grabbed onto my arm, her grip hard, she pushed her face into my shoulder and cried.

  19 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon

  That was hard. Kept seeing that old man’s face. He was very brave. It must have taken everything inside him to do what he did.

  Heard the dead all night, made it impossible to sleep. I searched the fire-station, looking for anything that maybe useful, axes & tools.

  At morning Discussions began about what our plans were, some people from the fire station wanted to come with us. Not sure if they should.

  Weapons, supplies, food, no idea of what to do next, I brought up the loss of gear and weapons. "We should go back for the red truck."

  "No way," one of the team said, "I'm not risking my ass." I shook my head. "Listen we'll need ammo, we can't get it everywhere," I said.

  "You want to backtrack?" Dom asked. "Fuck yeah, we need the guns, the ammo. The water we accumulated." Cole looked at me, he didn't agree.

  Argued back and forth, not many agreeing with me. This is the team dynamic, they may want to play it safe, but I know how to survive.

  "We need guns, I will go back. I'll take a vehicle in the lot," I told them. "Savage," Dom called, "you can't. These people need you here."

  "You pulled me from my safe house, I was safe and you guys came destroyed everything I had. I'm trying but COME ON DOM! we need to go back."

  Large trucks roared close, at first I thought they were buses. Sirens called out. They were purposely calling out the dead. Crazy fools.

  Loud gun shots rang, ear piercing. "KILL THEM ALL!" A woman calls on a speaker. We went to the windows. Big black trucks & armed forces.

  They were definitely Mercenaries. They shot all the zombies. "Fire station to the left," the speaker woman called out. "Investigate."

  "Do we stay?" a woman from the fire station asked. "no way," I told her, not after the things I've witnessed. They were not here for saving.

  "We should go around back and take their truck," one of the guys from the fire station said, I looked at him. "Aiden," he said. "We should."

  "They're coming this way. Everybody in the back. Savage hope you locked this place up good," Dom said. They moved into the back, praying.

  I covered the turret truck with fire blankets and hid along the wall, they tried the doors. Banged on windows. Heard them talk of tools.

  "Mark it on GPS, Team 2 needs back up," the speaker woman ordered. They rushed to their trucks, one came back and placed a beacon.

  People that were in the station must have went out a back door, they came around the building a
nd ran to the trucks "HELP US," they cried.

  The mercs didn't even think twice they opened fire and shot them all dead. "FUCK!" Dom yells. "Those pricks will pay. Savage on turret."

  Had no idea what he planned. Jumped on turret and cole opened the doors, he rolled out. "Fire!" Dom ordered. I did as told. Aimed and shot.

  One of the trucks sped away not wanting a battle. Took out a whole crew, didn't even think about it. They deserved what they got.

  Cole led the team to their truck found two more, they gave up, tossed their weapons. "You don't know who you're fucking with," one said.

  "You killed them," I pointed. The teen girl jumped on the truck, "You're fucking awesome on this thing." She smiled and smacked my ass.

  I looked at her, unsure. Aiden jumped in their truck, "taking out their GPS and the trackers. They won't find us." Dom gathered the others.

  "This is the point of no return with us or stay. We're taking their truck." "Back to GPS 16 we were attacked," speaker woman ordered.

  20 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon

  It was people like them that made me sick of this hell hole in the first place. Dressing up like heroes and killing the innocent. JUST SICK!

  This was GPS 16. How many more did they have? How many other assholes were driving around out there dressed like soldiers, killing families?

  Found the dog almost hiding under the seat in the truck with the turret. Again, happy to see me. Don't know if all this will last.

  Before they burnt down my home I was just surviving. Now I'm a killer. They made me take lives of the living. This wasn't about the dead.

  I could feel it black on my soul. Damn spot that will never go away. Petting that dog and standing my ground isn't