Chapter 22: The Storm's A Hurricane (Part 2)
Crash!! The door swung open and the undead swarm out. The first few bodies fell and got trampled on by the plenty behind them. Steve quickly pointed and fired at the first head. POP! the body fell instantly. There was no struggle with the pistol and the recoil barely affected Steve's grip with the pistol. He knew this was uncommon. He fired a pistol with his father when they were at the shooting range. every time he fired the gun it stung and jutted his hand back. now it was as if it felt like a light tap. Extended mags and the sharp swift aim are on his side, but numbers are numbers and he felt like he had already put down at the very least eighty undead skulls.
The gunfire in front of him rung in his sensitive drums as he avoided flinching from it. Again, and again, the rotting bodies would fall with each bullet ripping straight through their soft fecal scented brains. Steve would count the number of bullets that he had left in the magazine he was spending.
The chamber locked as the final casing of the magazine flew out. His thumb extended and pressed the eject button and the slick metallic sound was heard under the humming and ringing in his ears, which confirmed the ejection of the spent magazine. Steve took a few steps back as he reached for another magazine. Steve looked down for a brief to find a magazine. His eyes instinctively shot back up to see a rotting male lunge and grip his shoulders. Steve yelped and dropped his pistol to grab the zombie's forehead with his palm as it pressed on and gnawed into the cold air. Steve gripped the knife off his side and unsheathed it. In a rush of motion, Steve impaled the blade into the side of the zombie's skull. He could feel the blade ripping and shattering the innards of the undead man, rendered the body lifeless. The body was however the only thing between Steve and even more zombies and his pistol.
Time for some improvisation! Steve placed his forearm upon the bodies collarbone and gripped the shoulder. In one swift motion, Steve lept up his feet and placed them upon the lifeless bodies' chest, and with all his might kicked it forward. The corpse shot back, tackled all of the zombies from behind as Steve fell on his back. Steve had to move fast. He rolled back onto his feet and spotted his pistol. he lept forward, with his arm extended as he then grabbed it and stood up. He immediately backed up as he pulled out another extended magazine into the slide and then loaded the chamber as his eyes were focused on watching the zombies struggle to stand after being hammered from a flying body. some of the zombie's limbs just daintily slid of their torso while others got up quicker and angrier, as they gave a harsh throat-ripping snarl.
Steve calmly aimed and fired at the once that started to stand up. Four more zombies had their heads popped from the pistol. Steve sighed softly as he felt some relief from the situation that had just happened. He had to take note. Zombies are faster the closer they are. He aimed at the rest of the zombies on the ground and killed them with ease.
Another moment to breathe it seemed. Steve had to keep a part of him alert after what just happened to him. He turned to his back to see nothing sneaking up behind him. He took this moment to refill his shotgun. He grabbed some shells of the belt and stocked them into the magazine loading port that was ahead of the trigger guard and behind the fore-end. He silently cursed at himself for not remembering that his Mac's needed ammunition. Had he realized earlier, he would have at least used them for close encounters like the shotgun. The pistols ammunition was not a 45 caliber. He brought the machines guns for nothing. He grabbed the assault rifle from his hip and noticed there was a setting for a short burst fire rate, as well as an automatic fire rate. The switch for these choices was attached to the safety lock. He flipped the selector to the short burst. He had heard that assault rifles could do this and saw it in movies but he figured it was just something a professional would call suppressive fire.
THUD!
Steve's body jumped at the sudden sound of a body that had flopped to the ground. He looked ahead and saw a body that was getting up. Another then fell and flopped right next to it. Steve's eyes followed the direction of the falling bodies and found a whole crowd of zombies that were walking their way to the ground on the roof of the house. "Holy Shit!" Steve blurted out at the sight of the disturbing crowd of zombies on the roof. It was the same roof that he lept to when he was here with Clyde the day before. Where were these guys before?
Steve aimed at the faces on the roof with the assault rifle and tested this burst fire. TATATAT!!! The gunshot three round and three heads in a row were splattered with gaping holes. The three bodies fell, which shoved a few more zombies to fall to the ground. The more zombies that fell, the more Steve realized he needed to get to higher ground to prevent himself from being cornered. he knew it was oxymoronic to think he wouldn't be cornered either way, but he needed a way to kill them without wasting ammunition, which was what the burst fire would do if he was unlucky. Steve flipped it back to single fire as he then circled the closest house, opposite to the one literally covered in the undead. He needed to reach the roof of this house to prevent getting bitten.
Steve ran past the shattered window and turned to the corner of the back of the house, to reveal a zombie lunging to him. Inches from Steve, the zombie tripped over its own foot and opened its jaw wide as it fell towards Steve. It was going to bit him! Steve, in sheer instinct, put his arm ahead of him in the attempt to prevent his chest or face to get bitten. The zombie gladly took Steve's arm and began gnawing. Steve prepared for the sheer agony of skin splitting and tearing as rotting teeth embed themselves into his muscle and nerves... but none of that had happened. Steve looked at his arm ahead of him. The zombie clung to his arm and had been biting it as hard as it could, but the duct tape around his arm prevented the bite to dig into Steve's skin. His heart was pounding and for a moment, Steve truly thought he was done for. A quick stab to the zombies' skull and Steve moved on ahead, not wanting to waste any more time. He was relieved to know that the tape idea had worked, but he should not count on it the next time.
Steve rushed to the back end of the house and had found a wheely bin and a workbench attached to the wall of the house. Over that, was a thin sheet metal roof to block off rain. It was impossible for there to be rain, so it had to have been there for esthetic reasons alone. Steve lept onto the wooden workbench and then jumped as hard as he could. He reached up and grabbed the sheet metal roof and coursed himself around it, using the momentum of his jump to properly and gently land on the roof of the sheet metal with his knee and foot. It creaked and warped from the sudden shift of weight, but it didn't give just yet. Steve stayed still as his eyes looked for a way to the real roof. Next to Steve was the tile roof, 3 feet away, and ahead of him was sheet metal being held by aluminum nails that were only halfway in. Steve had to make the jump while also preventing this thin and flimsy sheet metal to collapse from his own weight. Steve inched himself closer to the part of the sheet metal that was attached to the wall and roof. It cried with warping sounds and screeching metal. Steve had gotten closer to safety.
A decaying hand grabbed the end of the sheet metal and pulled. A zombie was already trying to get to him. PANG! A nail ripped from the wall, which made the sheet metal Steve stood on began to wobble. Now or never! Steve kicked into a roll onto the tile roof and the sheet metal broke off and fell without Steve ontop of it. The zombie that clung to the metal, fell back with the sheet metal on top of it, decapitating the head of the necrotic male. The zombies' head wiggled as its mouth moved about until it eventually went still. He watched the ground slowly get swarmed by a group of undead. He took this safe moment to catch his breath. Too many close encounters in one moment.
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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