Author’s Note: Hi all!! So thanks for reading thus far, and this story is looking as strong as ever! But I do haz an announcement: I have a new story up, called “Alcohol, College, and The Elements of Harmony”. It’s a much lighter toned, funnier story. It’s a good balance when I’m working on this. So perhaps check it out? :D
Either way, enjoy this chapter! Comment and rate as always please!
I couldn’t hold back my feelings, or my emotions anymore. I just felt an overwhelming urge to destroy what I could, get revenge for Fluttershy. No one should ever do that to her, and I’m going to make sure everyone, and everything in my path feels the pain I have felt.
I got in my car, started it up and sped away. I saw Beans come out the front door in my rear view, but I paid no attention to it. I needed to do this.
To be honest I didn’t even feel like myself, I felt, distant. Something else was controlling me, making me feel what I felt, and making me think what I thought. It was weird, different, yet peaceful.
I turned on some music in my car as I drove, just to get my mind off of things, yet prepare it.
I was honking my horn, I blasted the music as loud as I could, I tried to make as much noise as possible. I drove past dozens of these fuckin’ freaks, each one slowly following my speeding red car.
I eventually stopped at a four-way intersection, coming to a screeching halt. I got out of my car, witnessing exactly what I wanted to see:
An armada of these walking fuckbags limping at me from every direction.
“Bring it you sons of bitches.” I quietly whisper to myself.
I grab my AK first, holstering my shotgun for later. No time to wait.
“FUCK YOU AALLLLLLLLLL” I yell as I charge towards one side of the intersection. Gun blazing, me yelling, zombies dropping. With nearly every bullet coming out, it was hitting zombie after zombie. I wasn’t firing from the hip, I looked down the iron sights. I wanted to make sure to waste as many of these things as possible.
Shot after shot, these fuckers were dropping like flies.
*click*
Shit, gotta reload.
As I reached for a new mag, a hand grabbed me on my left shoulder. My first reaction was to swing around and nail whatever it was in the head with the back of my gun.
Yep, another fucker. I stomped on its head as I reloaded my AK. I went back to what I was doing and continued clearing out the streets. Pure rage filled my heart and mind, and I couldn’t think of anything but killing, revenge, and Fluttershy.
The pile of bodies began to stack up, and then one side of the intersection was cleared. I turned to see others quick approaching. I decided to hit the street adjacent to the one I hit, I didn’t want to get surrounded and have no escape route.
I ran over to the next street, determined as ever to destroy these things. As I shot at each one, the moans and groans they made became quieter and quieter. My music was becoming more audible, just pumping me up even more. The amount of pure adrenaline running through my veins was unbelievable, never had I experienced such a rush before.
*click*
Fuck, gotta reload….
SHIT I’m out of AK ammo. The thought came just as a zombie was reaching out in front of me. The crowd was getting very close to me, and I had to back up; but not before busting the brains out of that zombie with the butt of the AK before dropping it.
I grabbed my shotty from its holster on my back, and BOOM… headshot. Cleaned a head right off a zombie’s shoulders.
*click click* BOOM *click click* BOOM
With every shot, a body fell to the ground for eternity.
*click*
FUCK RELOADING MAN.
And even worse I have to load up each individual shell, so it took time. The zombies made a good advance while I reloaded. Then I noticed what I had feared – the ones behind in the other streets were beginning to reach me.
I pulled an about face and started wasting those guys. But I could feel the ones I was working on creeping ever closer to me.
Fuck, I gotta move.
I began side stepping towads the clear street, and shooting zombies as I retreated.
*click*
GOD DAMMIT.
I rushed a zombie and smashed its face in with the butt of the shotgun, firmly re-killing it. I dropped the gun and brought out a pistol and my knife. There were still easily 60 zombies or so heading towards me, and I knew this wouldn’t be easy. But I didn’t care. They needed to die. And stay dead.
At least I was more mobile know, as I could shoot from afar, and use my knife if they got close. I ran about the front of the horde, killing one after another. Shoot, stab, shoot, stab, stab, shoot, stab.
*click*
Madre de dios…
I dropped the gun and grabbed pistol #2 and I continued with my same plan. I wasted every zombie I could and as swiftly as I could. I would let one get close, stab it, and shoot one right by it. And repeat. It was efficient, and I felt safe doing it. Stab, shoot, stab, shoot.
*click*
Putain de commence de merde!
Down to pistol #3, and my last one too. Fuck. I won’t be able to finish them like this, at least I don’t think so. That would be serious god mode at the moment.
WAIT.
I have fuckin emergency ammo in the trunk of my car!
……
……..which is across this damn platoon of zombies.
It’s just my day isn’t it? FUCK.
*click*
NIQUER JE VOUS EMMERDE SALAUD!
I tossed the gun at a zombies head, surprisingly killing it. I took out my second knife, and dual wielded that shit. It was all I had left. But I couldn’t be scared, I couldn’t wimp out now. I had a mission: grab my downed AK and shotgun and make it to the car where more ammo waited.
I checked my surroundings to find a viable spot to make a run for my AK, since that had the least zombies around it. I got lucky and found a hole towards the left of the horde. I still had to make a run through them. I could take ‘em, no problem.
I dashed through the hole, remembering my old days of tackle football with friends twice a week, and tried to juke and bowl over them zombies. I made sure to stab a few in the head as I made my way through. I felt hand after hand brush against me; I stomped on numerous heads, effectively causing them to splatter brain guts everywhere. I even managed to decapitate a few heads on the way.
I made it to my AK where only 3 zombies were walking by it. I made a leap towards two of them and simultaneously stabbed each through the eye with a knife, knocking them both on the ground. I got up and stabbed the last one through the jaw and up the skull, causing blood to spew out its mouth. I pulled out my knife and let the bastard fall to the ground, chucking at how easy it can be to kill a zombie.
But thank god, my AK. I picked it up and ran for the car, which was still blasting my music this whole time. I popped the trunk and there it was: a small bag with a couple more mags of AK ammo and 16 shotgun shells.
Merry fuckin’ Christmas.
I loaded my AK and just laughed at the bottlenecked zombies now limping towards me.
“HO HO HO MOTHA FUCKAS!” I laughed maniacally as I sprayed the zombies with my beautiful AK, and again they dropped like flies. I couldn’t be happier and prouder of this annihilation I was doing.
*click*
Well shit, there goes that. One quick reload later and off I went, dropping these fuckers like the scum they are. And crazily enough, there was only about a dozen left.
*click*
Well, I might as well enjoy the last bit, make this every bit satisfying as I can make it.
I dropped my AK once again, and brought out my dual knives. Both 8 inchers were doused in infected blood. These things were seasoned killers now, and if I stabbed any living human with these, anywhere on the body, they are done for….
Heeyyyyyy……
I just walked up to them, one by one, and decapitated each one. I just walked up to one, crossed my knives across its neck, and cut it off. They cut like butter on their softened skin, muscles and bones. It was extremely satisfying.
Down to one more. Poor mother fucker. The bastard just limped at me, you could see he got bit on the left ankle, it was totally chewed up. He was even in a grey suit, classy mother fucker. Too bad he got bit, might have been a cool dude. Oh well, too late to find out now.
With one more battle cry, I lunged towards its head and stabbed the zombie right in the skull. It was quick, and decisive.
I got up and just looked around.
Bodies everywhere. It looked like a bloody war, a bloody massacre.
Hell, it was a massacre.
Easily 90 or so of those things here. I just stood there, panting, bathed in the blood of the infected, looking at the horrors of this world.
I can’t believe I did all this; I just massacred a horde on my own. Jesus Christ, I didn’t know I had it in me. Well, I guess I should grab my dropped guns and head back home. Didn’t really plan on coming back home….
….Well not as a human….