When The Dead Came 2 (5 page)

"Throw
them in the back," Evan said," let's get out of here."
Evan got out his radio and spoke through it to Nick, telling him
where the other girl and guy might be, Will grabbing Keith up by the
shirt and throwing him toward the truck.

“Get
in,” he instructed while Lucinda basically threw Holly in the
truck. Meanwhile, across the city, Avery and Alex stopped at a gas
station, checking the pumps.

"This
one's empty too," Avery said to herself, dropping the hose on
the ground while Alex came out of the building.

"It's
empty too, like the other places. Looks cleaned out, not even one
small junk food snack in there." The both of them got back in
the Expedition and drove away. After they left, a dark truck that had
been parked in an alley across the street started, and began to
follow them, picking up speed to catch up. The truck drove up behind
them, and rammed the back of the Expedition. Avery and Alex jerked
forward, Avery stopping herself by grabbing a hold of the dashboard.
"Crap," Alex shouted," load the guns!" Avery dug
in the bags, pausing, she looked at him.

"We
only have 15 bullets left," she said to him.

"We'll
need to use them then," he urged while turning a curb sharply,
the truck trailing them, doing a curb check. While speeding through,
Alex ran over the zombies in the street, one managing to cling onto
the hood of the car, snapping its decomposed jaw at them, all his
skin missing on his face. The truck hit the back of the Expedition
again, making them jerk forward once more.

Alex
looked in the rearview mirror and noticed the black Dodge Charger
SRT8 coming up fast now, he smiled with relief," Guess Keith and
the other two are gonna help us." Avery looked back and seen the
vehicle approaching fast, catching up with them and the truck.

The
truck drove up to Alex's side, coming close to them. A dark haired
guy with tattoos leaned out the window and fired a shot, hitting the
zombie and causing it to fall off. When it hit the street, the back
tires of the Expedition crushed the body, the head becoming exposed,
the damaged brain and skull open wide, leaving a blood trail along
the street, slowly fading as the Dodge passed the body, careful not
to drive over the dead.

"Pull
over now," ordered the dark haired guy," we can help you!"
Alex glanced out at the guy, not feeling any trust in that, only
doubt in the promise before going back to focusing on the street. The
guy went back into the truck and the driver jerked the wheel, causing
the black truck to hit the driver side of the Expedition. The force
of the hit causing Alex to lose control at that point, and the
vehicle began to jerk around the street, hitting random undead in the
process, the bodies flying in different directions in an almost
humorous moment rarely seen these days. And finally, the vehicle
flipped, rolling several times. The truck stopped and the two men in
the truck got out to survey the vehicle that finally land upside
down. They began to jog over toward the turned over vehicle as the
Dodge came to a stop.

Avery
struggled to undo her seatbelt, eager for Keith, Holly, and Jenny to
help them deal with the two men; and when she got it undone, she
fell, hitting her back on the roof. Alex undid his seatbelt as well
and crawled out, collecting glass just like in Lubbock at Wal Mart.
Avery kicked the glass of the passenger window and climbed out,
shards of it catching into her hands. She stood up slowly and
grimaced in pain, staring down at her bleeding hands, the glass
reflecting like glitter under the moon light. Without warning, Trevor
came up and hit Avery over the head, causing her to fall back down on
the pavement. Lying there in pain once again and laying in the glass,
she rolled over and tried to look around, things looking a bit blurry
at the moment. Looking before her, she only saw a guy wearing dark
clothing and dark hair. Assuming it was Keith, she squinted her eyes.

“What
the hell, Keith,” she mumbled. Trevor lifted Avery up and made
their way toward the back end of the turned over vehicle, joining the
others.

Alex,
hearing Avery's trip to the ground with a thump, got out his gun,
still a little shaky from the wreck, and proceeded with trying to
walk. He was stopped right away when one of the other guys -the man
with the receding hair- grabbed the hood of his jacket, jerking him
back against the turned over vehicle, causing a loud thud. "That
was un expectant," the guy said to him. Alex glared at the guy,
breathing hard. Alex swallowed and noticed another guy standing
between the truck and Expedition, tall with black hair, stubble, and
dark eyes, pointing a rifle at him. He looked left toward the back
end of the turned over vehicle and saw another guy with short dark
hair, tan, and also holding a gun. And by the corner of the
Expedition, stood another guy, likely around his age, tall, dark
hair and dark eyes as well; he noticed the guy holding Avery by the
left arm; and she was taking on the appearance of looking a bit dazed
and disgruntled, tired, and legs bleeding. The guy who had grabbed
his jacket hood nodded at the Expedition," Grab your bags."

"Let
her help me first," Alex asked,” I want her to help me.”

"Don't
even worry about her," the guy said with a single shake of his
head, still pointing the gun at him," she isn’t going to
get attacked." Alex looked over at Avery and the stranger,"
Go." After a moment of hesitating, thinking they were going to
shoot Avery as soon as he turns away, he finally turned and walked
toward the opened driver side door. He knelt down and grabbed up his
and Avery's bags then stood back up and looked at Avery once again.
The guy looked at the other of his group near the truck," Jeff,"
he gestured.

Jeff
walked over by Alex and the other guy standing back walked to the
Dodge, dug in the back and walked over toward Trevor, handing him zip
ties then he walked over to Jeff and gave him zip ties. When Alex
realized what was about to happen, he turned and hit Jeff in the
mouth as hard as he could, causing the guy's head to whip back as he
stumbled and caught on to the bumper of the Expedition.

"Run,"
Alex shouted at Avery as Nick hit him with the butt end of his
weapon, knocking Alex against the Expedition. She snapped back to the
reality of being ordered and threw a right fist at Trevor, almost
knocking him over after hitting him against the cheek. She ran in the
direction they had come from, passing stray zombies as they walked
around like drunks and she could suddenly feel adrenaline rushing
through her, running once again. Before Nick could hit Alex again,
the young guy kicked his right leg outward, kicking the guy against
the side of his knee then picked up a shard of glass and stabbed it
into Nick's leg, making him scream in pain as he stumbled back.
Standing up, Alex made a run for it, trying to catch up with Avery.
He looked back and noticed two of the men raise their guns at them
while the one he stabbed was pulling the glass from his leg. “Look
out,” he yelled at her and the bullets began flying at them.
Avery, not wanting to chance being shot and injured, turned left and
ran down an alley, feeling bits of the brick wall fly off and hit her
while she ducked her head down.

Alex
joined her in the alley and they ran down to the end where they were
faced with a brick wall in front of them and an opened door to their
left. They stood a moment, catching their breath when they heard the
men running from down the street, getting closer. Alex shoved Avery
through the door opening and he followed, shutting the door silently
to avoid drawing attention to them, entrapping them in a dark
building.

The
group of men- Trevor, Jeff, Charles, and Nick- ran down the street
and turned down the same alley, following their trail of shrapnel in
the wall. “We should really have a different approach about
these things,” Charles almost shouted with anger, holding his
gun.

“Yeah,”
Nick added,” the others had trouble too.” He limped
along, his leg and knee in pain.

“Now
we are,” their boss said, violently turning to face his group,”
Nick, Jeff, bring the vehicles and grab up their bags. Wait out in
front of this alley for us. Trevor and I will find them;” The
other two left to retrieve the vehicles,” neither one has a
weapon so we should be able to find them easily.” Trevor only
nodded and they walked around the corner, seeing only a closed door
to the left.

Alex
led Avery through the building, going up the stairs as silently as
they could, careful not to attract the undead or the people after
them like they’re criminals. They searched the second floor,
going into a room at the end of the hall. It was well lit from the
full moon out in the night sky, for once clear and seeing stars
finally after the week long clouds and rain; and they began searching
for weapons they could use before continuing with running through the
streets. To Avery, it reminded her of when they first came to the
city and the issues they faced then with all the hiding and running,
finding weapons that don't involve ammo. “Find a knife or
something,” Alex told her, searching the small apartment room.
The both of them searched the small kitchen, picking up steak knives,
a mallet, forks, a butcher knife, and one fillet knife. Alex handed
Avery half the weapons, including the fillet knife while he took the
butcher knife and put it in the inside pocket of his jacket.

They
both froze as they heard the sound of the door being shut and she
looked at him, waiting to hear what the next move will be. “We
need to leave,” he ordered.

Charles
looked around the best he could, only making out shapes. They
searched the first floor, not finding anyone while Trevor checked the
front door, seeing it was chained shut from the inside.
They
didn't leave through there
, he thought. The two men made their
way up the stairs and immediately began searching each apartment
room, shutting the doors they had opened that contained any undead.
They weren’t important to Charles, not right now anyways. The
current mission was to find the two strangers and decide on whether
to kill them or not. He had his reasons on his rules.

Avery
struggled to force the kitchen window over the sink open, but
realized whoever had lived there before had basically bolted the
window shut. Alex checked the other windows and seen they were also
bolt shut. Why were they shut like that, he had no idea as to why?
Possibly they were paranoid and were dealing in drugs. Or maybe they
feared the virus going around was airborne, in the pollution. He
wished the windows weren’t bolt shut, the smell in the
apartment made him sick to his stomach badly. Hearing the sounds of
steps coming closer, Avery looked around before finally making her
way into the bedroom and hid against the wall while Alex ducked
behind the couch.

Charles
and Trevor came to the last room and took a view of the small
apartment. The living room, dining, and kitchen all basically just
one room. A door to the right was the bathroom, seeing the filthy
sink and toilet from where they stood, old vomit on the floor. And to
the left of the large room was an opened door, likely to the bedroom.
Charles walked in and looked around some more, he looked at Trevor
and signaled in a discreet way. He knew they were hiding in the room
somewhere as he noticed the smeared prints on each window, in a
sliding motion like they were trying to open the windows.

Trevor
checked the restroom, trying hard not to inhale the smell, he shut
the door after checking, and no longer wanting to inhale that aroma
anymore. He looked around then noticed slight movement behind the
couch. He raised his gun and walked over, spotting the guy. “Stand
up,” he instructed in a demanding tone, causing Charles to look
over. Seeing Alex raise the steak knife up, Trevor moved aside
swiftly, the knife flying by where he had been standing and sticking
into the kitchen cabinet. Alex grabbed out another steak knife while
Avery watched from the bedroom, seeing the trouble happening for her
friend.

Charles
ducked down, dodging the next flying knife, grazing his right ear. He
then fired his gun, missing Alex while Trevor sat back and dug out
his ninja stars from his holsters he had found at a few pawn shops.
Alex threw a fork next and it stabbed Charles in his right shoulder.
He fell back against the wall, looking at the dinner fork stuck in
his shoulder, letting out a sound of pain. Trevor threw the first
star and almost stuck in Alex’s left face cheek. Alex dropped
down immediately and hesitated on attempting another fork or knife
throwing.

Avery,
seeing the ninja star almost get Alex, finally decided to help. She
noticed the taller guy pull the fork out of his shoulder then he
stood up and ran up toward the couch. As soon as Alex stood to throw
another knife at the other guy, the taller one tackled him, hitting
the wall and causing the things on the shelf in the bedroom to topple
over. She looked down at the weapons she had which were the fillet
knife, a couple steak knives, five forks, and a mallet. She didn’t
want Alex to be facing two of them alone and finally decided on a
steak knife. Looking out, she focused on the young guy while Alex
fought back against the older guy, and she noticed him about to throw
another ninja star at Alex. Without thinking, she threw the steak
knife.

Trevor
raised the next star in an attempt to help his group’s leader,
when he got a sudden stabbing pain in his left forearm, causing him
to tighten his grip on the ninja stars that began to cut into his
fingers and palm, blood beginning to trickle. He looked at his
forearm and saw the knife sticking in his arm. He pulled the knife
and dropped his stars with Charles’ gun on the floor and he ran
into the bedroom.