//------------------------------// // (5) THE CYCLE CONTINUES // Story: Mob of The Dead: Aftermath // by Juggernaut //------------------------------// Weasel was dead. His body was lying right there on the concrete floor of the Golden Gate Bridge. The other three thought it would've been over if they killed him, they thought he was causing them to go through the cycle over and over, but now he was dead, and the other three were still going through the cycle. If he was really causing it, then why were they still being attacked by thousands of undead? "Why the hell are they still coming!?" Finn shouted as he fired several shots from an UZI into a single undead, one bullet hitting the zombie straight in the head. "I don't fucking know!" Billy yelled, as he pushed a prisoner zombie off the bridge. Sal shot his Blundergat off several times, reloading after each shot. Undead swarmed the three, but were cut down by constant weapon fire. "We gotta get out of here!" Finn told the others, as he cut open a zombie's chest with his prison shank. The shank was made of nothing but a sharp piece of metal, and some tape around the handle, but it was effective. Out of the corner of Sal's eye, he swore he saw two ghostly forms next to each other in the distance, hovering over the water, but he didn't have time to investigate, as the undead were relentless. Three infected latched onto Sal, one in front of him, and one on each side, the one directly in front of him knocked him over, and climbed on top of him, and the ones on the sides, had pinned his arms down. Sal let out a howl of pain and agony as the three undead tore him open, and several others raced over to join on the feast. "Oh shit! Sal!" Finn said, seeing the huddle of zombies around his corpse. Finn had exhausted most of the ammo on his UZI and was now using an MTAR. The MTAR was a futuristic looking rifle, Finn had been confused about why he had been seeing strange guns since this had all started. First it was the strange alien pistol Weasel had gotten out of the strange box, then they started getting guns that seemed to be from the future. Finn fired four rapid shots out of the MTAR, one hit an infected in the chest, causing it to recoil and fall over, two hit an undead, one in the foot, causing it to fall over and start crawling, and another to kill it. The last one pierced one's skull, it's head kicked back, and it was knocked off it's feet. Billy had taken up the habit of using the Hell's Retriever as a melee weapon instead of throwing it, he cut slashed through a entire group of zombies, slashing zombies' throats and decapitating them left and right. Just when they thought they had the situation handled, a loud shout echoed and pierced through the air. Accompanied by and large fiery explosion on the center of the bridge. Out of the explosion came the heavily armored guard. He shouted taunts, and threats as he charged the two. "Oh shit!" Billy yelled, as he was swarmed by several zombies, and the guard. The zombies tore him apart, and dragged him to the ground, as the guard continually batted him with his night stick. Billy let out a pained yell as a swarm of about 15 zombies slowly tore him apart and ate him. Finn was the lone survivor. He turned to run, but the guard grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him off the ground. Finn fumbled with his MTAR, trying to lift it, but he dropped it, it was now too far away to pick up again. "This can only end when you are dead!" The guard managed to say. Finn was surprised, it was the first time he had heard one of the undead speak. The guard then threw Finn across the bridge, he plowed through an infected and then crashed into a steel crate with a loud thud. Zombies were completely ignoring Finn because they were feasting on the others, the only one focused on killing him was the guard. The guard walked over to Finn, each footstep emitting a loud crunch, and a notable shake to the bridge. Finn could no longer move, he had been paralyzed by pain. The undead guard's club was the last thing Finn saw before complete darkness was the only thing he could see, and complete silence was the only thing he could hear. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Weasel awoke from another nightmare. He was sweating, and breathing heavily. He was burning up. He quickly got out of the bed, and took off his coat. He was used to wearing it all the time back in Alcatraz because it was so cold at nights, he had forgotten to take it off. Under the coat was his blue prisoner shirt. The numbers 101A branded on the front like a name tag. He looked down at the shirt. Frowned and walked to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, and tore the prisoner number tag off the shirt. It left an obvious mark, but Weasel didn't like being named like a file, just letters and numbers instead of an actual name. "My name is Albert Arlington." Weasel repeat over and over. "Not prisoner 101A" He starred himself down in the mirror. The night terrors were breaking him. He wanted to go back to sleep because he could see outside the window and it only looked to be about three in the morning, but he didn't want to go back to Alcatraz, in a dream, or in real life. Was the guard actually still hunting him in his dreams? Or was his mind just torturing him? He wanted to know. He had been to sleep for nine hours, but because of the night terror, it felt as though he got no sleep. Also, were these things even dreams? Maybe the demon that was the guard was still trying to hunt Weasel. He hung his head in his hands, and thought. He breathed a shaky sigh of relief. He thought that the demon couldn't actually hurt him, and was just a recurring night terror, but now he was starting to make theories. "Maybe he's still trying to hunt me?" Weasel mumbled, as he walked out of the bathroom. "He still wants me dead, that bastard doesn't want to give up on killing me." "But he can't actually hurt me, he's just a part of a dream, right? Right?" Weasel realized that he was talking to no one, and snapped out of it. Despite not wanting to, he realized that there was nothing else to do, and he needed sleep, so he went to sleep. ______________________________________________________________________________ Weasel sat up on the ground, he was standing on the docks of Alcatraz. He no longer wished to even take part on this demon's attempts to break him. He knew that the demon could mentally follow Weasel, but the demon couldn't physically follow Weasel to this new world, or at least he hoped that the demon couldn't physically follow him. Weasel shook his head. "No, I'm not doing it this time." Weasel didn't attempt to find a weapon, he didn't do anything. Then the guard came. He just came out of the usual fire ball and sprinted at Weasel, who didn't react in the slightest. The guard smirked, and punched Weasel. That was when Weasel realized that despite this being a dream, it still hurts just like real life. Which gave him a reason to fight. Weasel recoiled in pain. The guard laughed, as though he knew that Weasel thought he could just pass off participating in his own torture. Weasel weaved around the guard, and ran up the stairs to the gondola. He ran in the gondola and quickly pressed the button to go up. The metal doors shut just in front of the guard. Weasel was about to sigh the biggest sigh of relief when the guard, just before the gondola started moving, tore open the metal doors and stepped inside. The gondola started moving with the two inside. Weasel tried to dodge the guard's attacks as much as he could, but he couldn't last very long. The guard grabbed Weasel, and flung him out of the gondola. Weasel tumbled down the hill back towards the docks. He was on a very steep slope, so every time he bounced off the ground, it sent him going faster and faster. The fall was very painful, but falling that fast straight into a pole hurts more. Weasel's head made full contact with a pole, that was keeping the dock sturdy, with a loud ding. Then he rolled into the water, and shut his eyes, and tried to block out the pain, and waited for himself to wake up... wake up.... wake up.... "WAKE UP!"