Something Wicked This Way Comes *ON HOLD*

Emmeline Walker was a normal girl who had no worries going to school with her best friend Georgie. She had loving parents and doting brothers, everything a girl could want. Then comes along the virus. People are dead and dying all over the world, and the world seems to end when Emmeline catches the virus and blacks out. When she wakes up, however, in a new world where the dead never really died, she learns that the virus wasn't the end of anything, but the beginning in a new world of horror.

This is a story about zombies, beware. :)


14. The Rescue Party Part 1

A barage of bullets hit the wall of dead people and splintered them, tearing already torn limbs clear off and getting apart barely held together muscle. Shots echoed as the group fired at the heads of the creatures, the urgency to get across the barrier making movements shaky and uncoordinated.

Hayley whipped her head around, trying to locate some sort of high rise where the others could find her easily if they were separated, but there was nothing. Nova's bright red hair whipped behind her like a flaming curtain as she dodged the Walkers hands and Tristan shot from the roof he had managed to get onto. His snipping ability was on par with a pro and he expertly shot the monsters right between the eyes each time.

Eva had her gun blazing, a wicked smile on her face as she chewed a piece of gum. Her sunglasses mirrored the sun and her black hair, cut short just below her chin, was glossy with sweat.

"You guys okay?!" Tristans voice shot through the speaker of Hayleys walkie talkie as the three of them managed to crawl over a blockade previously made by police when they tried to quarantine the area. They had come close to being grabbed and if they lost anyone, hope of escape would dwindle so it was time to start the distraction strategy.

"Blow it!"

Tristan stood on the ceiling, his sniper trained on a row of gasoline tanks that were leaking near one side of a large group of piled up cars, and shot. There was enough gasoline now soaking the ground and the air was dry and hot so everything immediately followed. Tristan ducked his head as the bullet hit the tanks and a plume of fire erupted into the sky like a cloud of molten heat.

The cars quickly followed suit and combusted just as the others made it past and a black plume entered the sky, blazing heat waves making the others quickly jump back. Tristan slung his gun around his shoulder and grabbed his bag before dashing to the fire escape. He made his way down quickly and quietly and sped through the alleyways with silent feet as he made his way to where the others were located.

Hayley jumped around the crumbled pavement and waited for Nova and Eva to speed forward before following behind, a piercing whistle from her fingers assisting to let Tristan know their location.

Luckily with the explosion most of these walking dead creatures aide tracked to the loud noise, which left time for Hayley and her gang to find the others. A blue flag had appeared out of one of the building windows which meant the rescue party was here.

"Cut left across SouthWay! Blue handkerchief is in the window!" Nova and Eva whipped their heads to the side and pumped their fists in the air, excited to finally get out of the death trap they were in.

They ran across the street, the building with the blue piece of fabric barely a hundred feet in front of them when a group of Ghosts lunged out. The office building they were coming out of seemed to be full of people that were in for the company when the virus hit and everyone was attacked. People still dressed in grey work suits stumbled out from the broken building, not caring about the shattered glass they stumbled across as it shredded their skin.

The girls quickly leapt back and aimed trying to get rid of as many as possible, but the sound quickly drew more of the undead monsters to them from other buildings as the sound echoed. They were starting to be surrounded and they didn't even notice.

Tristan lunged over the hood of a car and started to run behind the mob and to the side, taking care to be silent as a cat so he wouldn't attract their attention. He was trying to get across the street were the sound of guns was coming from when he noticed a pack of undead making their way from the opposite direction. Now, it wouldn't be so bad normally if they were regular ones, but these were large and muscled, like they had come from a nearby gym and would be hard to shake off, even kill.

Tristan had to hurry, or the next few moments the girls would be trapped and probably wouldn't be able to get out without injury.

They wouldn't survive the ambush.

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