The Storm's A Hurricane (Part 3)
The moment Steve had caught his breath, he peeked over the edge to dare to see what he had escaped from. Already, the undead was piling over themselves to get to him. From Steve's perspective, it looked like a large blob of limbs waving about, trying to reach for the closest pumping heart. A jarring sight to be seen. He grabbed the shotgun from his back and aimed at them all. Before he fired he pumped the gun half back to see if a shell was already in the chamber as he spoke honestly, "Can't you pricks just give me a few minutes to breathe?" his voice was dry from panting. The shock of surviving everything he had just avoided left him winded. There was a shell already in the barrel of the shotgun. He retreated the forend ahead from reloading and Steve then aimed again. His eyes widened to the sight ahead of him. What was before a pile of bodies topping over one another was then a row of zombies that were attempting to stand straight with there milking and white eyes glaring up at Steve.
After they stood, they were motionless. They just continued to stare up at Steve. They were not even making an attempt to reach up to him. They were just staring deeply at him, almost as if they had just complied with his statement. Unfortunately, Steve really did not want to breathe as he saw these bodies stare at him for no obvious reason, other than to creep him the hell out. What the hell were they doing?
Steve slowly inhaled, making sure nothing was in the air and he was not seeing things. At that moment, like a flipped switch, the undead under Steve immediately reached up to him and cried out as their hunger was in control once again. Out of instinct, Steve pulled the trigger, firing the zombies with his shotgun. The pellets inside the shell spread out and caved in all of their skulls, killing the pile of undead an instant. Due to the high ground he had, Steve had the perfect angle of shooting their head in one fell swoop. The shotgun seemed to be a lot more useful than he had previously expected.
Steve put the shotgun away to his back as he then heard growls and scratches at the front of the house, behind him. Steve felt as if he had no time to think over the situation that had just occurred. The roof he stood on was not really that high up. He grabbed his knife out of its sheet as he walked over to the front of the house. As Steve peeked over the edge of the roof, he could see the, what looked to be, hundreds of zombies that were on the roof of the house from across, were not crowding the entrance of the house Steve stood over. Steve was baffled at the countless of zombies that were then crowding under him. He compared the mass of monsters to a rock concert, with him being the star. He wanted to chuckle at the thought, but it wasn't too far off.
Steve was not going to have enough ammunition to kill all of these zombies as well as another. He had to use the ammo sparingly after this. Seeing the crowd of undead under him shed more light on how dumb he can truly be. Standing over the dead, he realized he was not ready for death. Making up this plan for his friends' sake may have been selfless, but it screwed his new life over. Steve scoffed as he knelt down and lowered his arm past the ledge of the roof and stabbed the closest head.
A cynical and cold grin grew on his face as he spoke aloud, "What I'd give just to see a familiar face right now..." he chuckled at how pathetic he was. Steve had not even been at this level for longer than 20 minutes, and yet, he was already moping for someone to be alive near him. He sat back and stared up to the ceiling. He felt as if he had to commit to being a selfless hero for them, but he just wanted to be with Yumi today.
He glanced down and saw a half of the crowd disperse and walk to their left, past the unlit firepit. "Where're all of you goin'?" he said softly. That was when it clicked. They were heading to the elevator, "What the-?! NO!! I'm over here, you idiots!" They didn't seem to slow down or turn back just from him shouting. They were getting closer to the elevator! Steve desperately stood and grabbed his pistol, shouting again, "STOP!!!"
They then stopped. They stood there silently as they stared at the elevator. Steve stopped too, as he froze from the fact that they listened to him. Sure, he shouted at them to stop, but he was not expecting them to actually follow his demands. His head naturally tilted in confusion to his very perplexing situation.
Was Steve able to control them? It's too good to be true! He had to test this theory, though. Steve had to think of an action that zombies would never do. He never saw a zombie kneel not by what he can recall, at least... Steve stood straight as spoke firmly, "Kneel to the cabin at your right!" to the right of there direction, was the cabin that was next to the house opposite to him, where all of the zombies came from.
The zombies stood there. Wobbling, like drunkards trying to keep their balance. Steve closed his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh, thinking that it really was too good to be true. His eyes opened back up to see the zombies facing the house he told them to face but the moment they tried to kneel, they flopped, chest first onto the ground. It was true! He can manipulate a certain number of the undead, it seemed. This changes everything!
How did it work though? What's making Steve capable of such power? Clearly the virus that was inside of him caused this but "how" was a bigger question. A question for later! James could help him answer that once he got out of this. WHEN he gets out... Not if... This newly discovered ability would make this situation go by more smoothly. He truly believed that surviving is now a dream he can reach for.
He Glanced over to the undead that was underneath himself and gave glare over to them as he imagined them to back away from them. Sure enough, the undead stood straight as their glossed eyes stared back and began taking steps back as they bumped into one another. Two zombies tripped over their own feet but continued to back away from him. It was only a small group out of the seemingly hundreds of undead crowding him. This test confirmed that he had a limitation. Steve counted the zombies that followed the demand that he gave in his head. There were only twelve that did what he demanded. Steve had then felt a headache slowly coming. Another limitation. His head was only able to control a certain number of the undead, and if he did it for too long his head would start hurting. Steve had no idea what would happen if he did it for too long, and he didn't want to find out.
His plan was no longer in numbers but in patience. He could stay up here as long as he needs, just as long as that elevator stayed up there with him. He took a breath to let the blood enter his head, and soon enough, the headache was gone. That was good. As long as he used this new ability sparingly, he could prevent a migraine from killing him. He sharply inhaled before he shouted, "Form a line!! To the back end of the house, and stand there until I say otherwise!!"
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