Y Sunday, February 08, 2009
1:06 am
The alley was out. In fact, if just one more shot was fired, the horde would come conveniently skip by and tear him to shreds.The hell was he doing here anyway? Ian wish he knew. Oh that's right. The entire area of houses where his family home was situated was overrun with zombies. Actually no, it's not quite overrun. It just has new owners.
Solution? Take a nice, leisurely night stroll to Marine Parade, there's a police post there that might have some survivors. It was a wonder how he made it this far without a weapon of sorts, though the real question was why the hell wasn't he one of them?
Backing away from the alley, Ian taped the flashlight to the gun he pilfered and started towards the police post. It wasn't too far away - only as far as two traffic lights could realistically be.
Surprisingly, the streets were clear as well. Quite the oddity.
Maybe it was the street lamps? Afterall, the zombie flicks he saw in the past usually had light sensitive undead. To top it off, everything's been like the blasted movies. Ian began to wonder if this was just some big joke.
There was sobbing in the distance. Strange how he didn't pick it up before. The silence before was deafening. Leveling his weapon, Ian scanned his surroundings. His heart beat like a sledgehammer as he felt the all-too familiar feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins.
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What the hell? Is that a..? No it can't be. Shit, what's a girl like that doing there? Shouldn't she already have gotten torn apart? No way a sane person would stay put in this shithole.
Something's wrong, I just know it. Ah hell, she doesn't seem to have noticed me, guess I better get closer and see what the hell's going on.
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The street lamp shone strongly on the female figure, casting an eerie glow on her pale skin.
From a distance, she might have been considered attractive. Slim, maybe even a bit skinny, as well as hair that went down her back. Thick knots of hair obscured her face, and her curled up position didn't betray anything else.
She showed no indication of realizing Ian closing in, or if she did, she didn't care and felt her sobbing to take presidence.
The pounding in his chest was almost deafening, and the bruise in his face felt warmer than ever.
"Hey, miss, are you alright? I'm not infected, it's fine."
More sobs.
"Look if we stick together we might have a better chance of getting through this. Hey?"
The figure twitched and turned her head slowly. Ian spotted a twinkle in her eye and she became a blur of movement. It happened too fast, he squeezed the trigger but the shot went wild.
The next thing he knew, he was floored.
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"OH MY TIAN. I VELY SCARED YOU KNOW. WHY YOU SHOOT ME HUH. I AM NOT LIKE THOSE ARGLEE MONSTA. I AM NOT. DON SHOOT ME!"
What the fuck? What kind of a sick joke is this?
"Why the hell didn't you respond earlier when I called you out? Shit don't freak people out like that man, I could have shot you."
"Den next time see if people or monster den shoot luh!"
"Hah. If you wanna live... you better get used to this."
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And that's that for chapter 3. SURPRISE, IT WASN'T WHAT YOU GUYS THOUGHT!