User:CRS5/story

Chapter 1: FAK

“UbuDubu! Anthony Farrant!” I yelled over the sound of gunfire and growling. “Get over here! We have to leave!”

I jumped out of the window to the street below. My comm-rads followed as I led them down towards the hospital. We passed streets filled with debris and dead bodies as well as buildings in the same state. I pushed through the garbage knowing that my group could use some first-aid kits. Anthony caught up to me leaving UbuDubu barely safe from the war-zone inside our former base. Anthony and I walked side-by-side keeping our eyes open for a sneak attack. When UbuDubu finally caught up with us we were within eye-shot of the hospital. This was when a trip to a large building got dangerous.

"So CR?" Asked Anthony. "How are we going to get into the hospital?"

My name is CRS5. Well, at least that’s what I go by in these tough times. Everyone settled on calling me CR though, because it was easier to say. That’s also why I just call Anthony Farrent by his first name. In times of outbreak, nicknames save you time. Time is vital.

"Well, since you two don't know how to travel from building to building," I replied. "I think I will just go in. We'll meet up in that school, alright?"

I pointed to a school across the street. Anthony and UbuDubu slinked into the building. After about five minutes went by without any outbursts, I entered the cinema that we were all hiding behind. I clambered up the stairs and into the bathroom. Oddly enough this was the only room that had a window in it. I smashed the window with a crowbar. I measured up the distance from the window of the cinema to the hospital in my mind. I then jumped from this window to the first floor of the hospital. I noticed a few people sleeping in the corners of the room. There were four First-aid kits laying around. I picked them up silently and left the hospital through the window I entered.

The streets were silent still. I slipped over and into the school that was potentially my groups new base. I was greeted by Anthony's and UbuDubu's warm welcomes. They reached out for a first-aid kit. I gave UbuDubu two, because he was the most injured out of the three of us. We all sat in the principal’s office and patched ourselves up. I looked strait into the lamp that should have given us all light. There wasn't a portable generator in this building, which made it perfect for avoiding unwanted attention. As we all finished healing ourselves with the first-aid kits I heard a noise coming from down the hall.

"Hey Guys," I whispered. "I'm gonna go see what that noise is."

I stood up and gently opened up the door. I reached for my crowbar which was sitting on the floor. The sound I heard started getting louder. I rounded the corner and saw a staircase. My legs worked down the stairs regardless of my fear stopping me. I heard the door to the principal's office close. I jumped and when I hit the floor the sound echoed. A deathly scream came from down the hall. I ran to the very bottom of the stairs. I saw three zombies trotting toward me. I started up the stairs and twisted my ankle. I screamed in pain. I rolled down three stairs and stopped at the zombies' feet.

"Guys!" I managed to yell. "Get down here!"

I reached around for my crowbar, but saw it two steps up. I kicked one of the zombies in the chest and it lost it's balance. The other two clawed at me, and nearly ripped off my left leg. Out of nowhere came a bullet that went clear through a zombie's head. I rolled over and saw UbuDubu with his six-shooter at the top of the stairs. I climbed up slowly as Anthony pulled out his shotgun and finished off the zombies. When I got to the second step I grabbed my crowbar and rolled over to close my wound.

"I guess we should have saved you another FAK," said Anthony Farrant smiling. Anthony didn't have a very good sense of humor.

"Help me up!" I yelled as I turned and glared at Anthony.

Anthony and UbuDubu ran down the stairs and picked me up together. They carried me back to the principal's office. UbuDubu sat my legs down on a chair and cleared off the desk. They sat me down on the desk and they each sat on the floor. I stretched out my good leg and rested my head on my hands. I then stared at my two group-members.

"So," I said ending the silence. "How are we going to get a first-aid kit?"

"Well," replied UbuDubu with an un-easy look on his face. "I know that there's a church nearby."

"Great," I said happily. "Churchs usually have FAKs."

"There's just one problem," UbuDubu said with his head turned to the side. "It has at least twenty PKers in it."

PKers are "person killers." They often kill for a reason whether it's a grudge, or a rivalry thing. Every once in a while they kill for no reason though. Those are the people who are most dangerous to our city. People like me and my group worked hard to protect the people of Malton, but PKers made that a difficult job.

"Uh," I moaned. "Play it safe. Don't let them get you. If you feel in danger at all, leave."

"Okay," UbuDubu and Anthony Said in unison. They left the room and I heard them go down the stairs.

I felt the top of the desk looking for something. I didn’t have any particular item in my mind I just searched. All I could find were unsigned papers and school related stuff. I felt around below the desk for what I could reach. There wasn’t a weapon tapped to the bottom like I was hopping for. As I looked at the wall, I saw pictures of the former Principal’s family. They were so happy and peaceful. I felt a strong pull towards that picture. I reached out for it as far as I could, but it wasn’t far enough. I turned to the side and fell off of the desk. I screamed in pain as I hit the hard floor with my injured leg. Looking down, I noticed it was completely bent under my body. I struggled to get it back into a natural position, in hopes it wouldn’t have to come off. I opened a drawer to the desk and looked through it. I noticed some gauze that could be used for my injury. I wrapped it around one particularly bloody spot on my knee. Then I rested my head back against the desk to preserve what energy I had left.

After I rested for about twenty minutes I heard a sound. This sound was similar to the one earlier. I turned toward the door and rolled onto my stomach. I pushed myself forward with my arms. Once I made it to the door, I closed it as softly as I could so I didn’t attract the zombies. Then I turned all the way around I saw my crowbar sitting by itself, right next to the desk. I crawled over and grabbed my crowbar. Turning over I saw dents appear in the door and I heard the sound of rotten flesh hitting the metal door.

I braced myself as the last zombie smashed the entire door down. They all approached my slowly and moaned hauntingly. I pulled up my crowbar and when the first zombie got close enough, I smashed it’s skull. It fell dead half on top of me half on the floor. Three zombies attacked me at the same time. I swung my crowbar at the first zombie, but the other two were too much. They clawed at my legs and arms and the closest to me bit my shoulder as I dodged my neck out of the way. I got dizzy instantly and my eyes rolled back in my head. All of the sudden I got the worst headache I had ever had. I threw up and got a major head rush. Then I saw spots in front of my closed eyes. I slowly fell to the side away from the zombie and my head hit the floor. It took me a few seconds to realize I was dieing. I panicked and tried to flail my legs and arms, but I didn’t have enough energy. Finally I died.

When I awoke I stood up fine. I had only slight memory of what had happened before. I looked around and saw everything in very dull colors. I saw a mirror in the corner of the room and I was blood-stained. I realized that I was zombified. I heared a sound coming from the hallway. I walked toward the door and stood at the door waiting for my prey to come close.

When Anthony and UbuDubu came into view, I realized I had to be revived. I stood with a questioning look on my face as my former group came back to the room. They stopped and looked at me, then at each other. Anthony dropped the first-aid kit he was carrying. I backed away from them to show them I was actually me. They looked back at each other.

"I guess we needed more than an FAK," said UbuDubu.

"I'll say," agreed Anthony.

Chapter 2: Revive

“What are we going to do?” Asked UbuDubu nervously.

“Um,” replied Anthony. “Lets just lead him to a revive point. I think there’s a cemetery right around the corner.”

“Alright lead the way Anthony.”

Anthony left the principal’s office quickly and UbuDubu followed. I limped out of the office and came to the stairs. UbuDubu was at the bottom but Anthony was nowhere to be seen. I took one small step and fell down the stairway. When I rolled to the very bottom, I got up and continued toward the main exit. When I finally made it to the door I walked out and saw some familiar buildings. I couldn’t quite recall what they were though. Faces were easier to remember then locations.

“Okay where is the cemetery?” Asked UbuDubu.

“Uh, let’s see here,” said Anthony, pulling out his map. “Looks like the closest one is east.

Anthony started going east quickly. I tried to keep up, but Anthony moved to fast. UbuDubu stayed behind with me and we moved east at a reasonable pace. As we walked down streets UbuDubu had to stop to kill the occasional hostile zombie. Eventually we came to a building that was barricaded to heavily to enter. I was confused and tried to enter the building regardless of knowing I couldn’t.

“CR!” Yelled UbuDubu. “You can’t get in!”

I turned toward UbuDubu and stood still for a few seconds. I heard a loud pop and UbuDubu screamed in pain. He ran over next to me hiding lamely behind a trash can. We both looked around for where the gunfire came from. I then turned and started heading for the cemetery again. I had lost my focus due to my zombie’s attention span.

UbuDubu followed me realizing that I was heading for the cemetery. I looped around the building and continued east. UbuDubu got in front of me leading me in the right direction. I looked around and realized that Anthony was gone. I turned around and looked behind me. I saw a zombie following us that looked just like Anthony. UbuDubu and I turned and started toward the cemetery again. Zombified Anthony followed me as I followed UbuDubu.

Finally we reached the cemetery. Now came the hardest part, waiting. This was my first time dieing, so I was unaware how long I would have to wait. I slowly fell over and laid there in preparation for the revive needle. Anthony fell down next to me. I heard UbuDubu leave the cemetery looking for shelter. I turned my head looking to see if there were any people coming. I was never good at waiting, even as a human. I finally saw a human come and he stabbed Anthony with a needle. Then he stabbed me.

I awoke to a moldy smell. The smell I always hatted before I came to Malton. I slowly stood up and brushed myself off. I looked around and noticed a building that looked suitable for a temporary safe-house. I took my first step and my knees locked up. I looked down and saw my leg was still torn up. No-one had used a first-aid kit on me yet. I forced myself to stumble over to the building. I fought through the barricades and sat down right inside the building.

“CR!” Yelled Anthony. I turned to greet him.

“Hey Anthony,” I replied softly. “Gimme an FAK.”

Anthony passed me a first-aid kit. “How are you feelin’”

“I’m fine,” I said healing myself. “How did you get killed?”

“Well, I was pretty far ahead of you guys and I saw a guy kill a zombie from a window. I waved at the guy and he shot me. I ran over to the sidewalk and entered the building he was in. He noticed me and chased me out. Then he shot me again.”

“I think we saw that guy. He shot UbuDubu.”

I stood up and searched the building I now recognized was a church. I couldn’t find anything helpful and I didn’t have any weapons after the fight in the principal’s office so I continued searching. I came to a wooden cross and holy water. I picked them up and shook my head. I turned to the other two in the room.

“How many religious people do you think died by trying to kill the zombies with wooden crosses and holy water?” I asked frowning.

“Probably about half of them,” replied UbuDubu.

I threw the holy water at the floor. It shattered and the water splashed everywhere. I paced around looking for a weapon again. I walked down the pews looking down each aisle. When I finally reached the end of the church, I decided to give up. I turned around and faced my comrades. They were searching for first-aid supplies. You can never have to many first-aid kits. I walked back down the rows of pews to my spot in the corner. Sitting down I found that the pain in my leg was gone. What is wrong with this city?

“Guys,” I said, breaking the silence. “We can’t stay here long.”

“Why not?” Anthony asked, turning to face me. “Safe-houses are hard to come by in Malton.”

“I don’t have a weapon and the barricades will be torn apart by zombies easily.”

“Well, okay. Where shall we go?” UbuDubu chimed in quickly.

“I think that a fire department would be our best bet.”

“Okay,” said Anthony, pulling out his map. “It looks like the closest one is north of our location.”

I stood up and walked over to the barricades. I jiggled them for a while and managed to get out of the church. Anthony and UbuDubu caught up and started following me north. There was oddly a lack of zombies outside as we traveled to the fire department. We stayed close to the buildings to avoid PKers. After we traveled north for about twenty minutes, we found ourselves at the entrance to a fire department. UbuDubu and Anthony noticed that the doors were left wide open.

“Great,” I said in a sarcastic voice. “Now that means there are either zombies in there, or it used to have zombies in there.”

“Yup,” said UbuDubu and Anthony in unison.

“Well,” I said. “Anthony, you go in first, then I’ll go in, then UbuDubu will go in.”

“Okay.”

Anthony poked his head in the building and looked around. He swiftly entered and signaled for my to follow. I entered and looked around. I noticed that the fire engines were gone and a lot of the building was covered in blood. The perfect example of a zombie apocalypse. We all searched around for a fire axe or some other kind of weapon. We all entered the first room we saw. I went off on my own in a corner and found a crowbar. I grabbed it and lifted it into the air to show the others.

“Guys!” I yelled. Then I heard echoing.

We all turned toward the door and saw zombies pouring into the room. I gripped my crowbar tightly and braced myself for the bunches of zombies charging at me. The crowbar felt comforting. Like it was part of me and I was part of it. The first zombie tried to claw at me, but I ducked beneath it’s hand. Then I swung my bar at the zombie’s head. I nearly ripped it’s head off, but cracking it’s skull was enough to kill it. I spun the crowbar in my hand to clean off the blood. Then I prepared for the next zombie. I swung at the next few zombies getting very lucky as I killed them all.

After the last of the zombies trickled in, they were all done. I dropped my crowbar and raised my hands above my head. I yelled again to make sure there were no zombies left in the building. After about a minute went by without a zombie coming, I picked up my crowbar. I put my crowbar in a loop that I made in my belt and picked up a dead zombie. I carried it outside of the building and dropped it in the middle of the road. I continued to clear out the dead bodies and with the other guys’ help finished quickly.

I started pushing desks and chairs in front of the door. I was barricading this fire department, so we could stay in it. Anthony helped as UbuDubu searched the upstairs for any zombies we missed. When we finished barricading the door, we went upstairs to join UbuDubu. When we got there we saw him sitting over a pile of weapons. He was smilling and he looked up at us.

"take your pick boys," said UbuDubu in a cliche military voice.

Anthony and I ran over to the weapons. There were AK-47's and M16's. I looked through carefully and found an M1 Garand. Then I searched again and found lot's of spare ammo. I picked them up and loaded up the gun. I took it up to eye level and pretended to shoot with it. then I took it back down to the hip. I looked at UbuDubu questioningly.

"Why would someone leave these weapons here?" I asked slightly shaking my head.

"I don't know," replied UbuDubu. "But I'm glad they did."

"Well," I said yawning. "I'm gonna go to bed."

"Night," the two said together.

I walked to the far corner of the room and laid down. I tossed and turned until I found a comfortable posistion. I put the safety on my M1 Garand and hugged it as a drifted to sleep.

Chapter 3: PKers

“What should we do with him boss?”

“Well let’s see. He stole three of our weapons, he’s sleeping in our base, and he’s alone. Three reasons to kill him now and ask questions later.”

I heard the sound of the two people talking as I woke up. I gripped my M1 Garand and hoped they wouldn’t just shoot me. I heard their footsteps getting closer to me. They were going to kill me with a melee weapon. I rolled over and tried to shoot them. As I tried I realized I still had the safety on. One of my enemies pulled out a fire axe and swung at me. I rolled out of the way and turned off the safety on my gun. The other person pulled out a pistol and shot me in the arm.

“Ahhh!” I screamed. “I’m gonna kill you!”

I stood up avoiding the fire axe and unloaded eight shots in the general direction of the man with a pistol. I turned to the man with a fire axe and reloaded. He swung at me again and this time nicked my face. I whipped my face off and fired. When I had unleashed another eight shots, I looked at the two men dead on the floor. I dropped my M1 Garand and looked for more spare ammo. I got two clips to replace the ones I used in my self defence.

I looked around and realized that Anthony and UbuDubu weren't here anymore. I looked down the stairs for any sign of them. There was blood splattered at the bottom of the stairs and on the wall farther down. I walked quietly down the stairs being careful not to make any sound. When I reached the bottom, I turned and saw a dead body laying close to the doorway. I inspected the body and I didn’t recognize them. I picked up the dead body and cleared it from the room.

When I entered the building again, I thought about why Anthony and UbuDubu would leave so suddenly. They seemed to kill one of the PKers, if that was the body I saw. Why wouldn’t they warn me about the PKers? We had never made any set-in-stone agreements about our group, but I thought we would stay together at least.

I searched the entire building again for UbuDubu and Anthony. Even seeing their dead bodies would be relief enough. After the third time of searching I decided they were gone. I grabbed my M1 Garand and found my crowbar upstairs by the pile of weapons. Then I noticed the two dead bodies weren't there anymore. I looked around and noticed a closet just big enough for a human... or a zombie.

I readied my Garand and opened the closet door all the way. There was nothing in it. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. A zombie stood less than five feet away from me and was coming closer. I pulled my weapon up to eye-level and right as I pulled the trigger, the zombie grabbed the barrel. I lost control of the gun and dropped it. I grabbed my crowbar from my belt and swung at the zombies head. I missed and the zombie grabbed my wrists. I fought hard trying to shake loose of the zombie’s grip and finally fell over pulling the living-corpse down with me.

I stood up with the zombie holding onto my ankle. I shook my leg as fast as I could and finally broke free. I set my leg down and felt a searing pain. When I looked down, I saw that I had gotten clawed by the zombie. I limped over to my crowbar I dropped and picked it up. I swung at the zombie’s head three times and finally killed it. I then carried the body out to the street and dumped it.

I decided to get moving rather than to look for the last zombie. I entered the fire department and went up to the second story. There was a window on the north side, so I walked over and jumped through the window into the next building. This building was a police department. I found a pistol with spare ammo on a table and picked it up. I put the safety on and placed it in my pocket. I put the spare ammo in my back pocket and approached the next window.

It was common sense not to sleep in a crowded building. With all of the PKers and zombie attractions, sleeping in a crowded building was basically committing suicide. What you really had to do was stay in a dark and empty building. Zombies usually don’t attack dark buildings and PKers usually don’t bother with empty buildings. So you hardly have to worry when you stay in dark, empty buildings.

I jumped into a building I didn’t recognize as anything specific. Looking around I noticed revive needles and DNA scanners laying around. This was a Nechro-Tech building. I picked up a DNA scanner and searched through it. I noticed that whom ever used this had scanned Anthony when he was zombified last. When I set down the scanner I turned around and saw a man standing right in front of me. He swiftly picked up the scanner and walked out of the room. I wondered why he did that and decided to follow him. When I finally caught up to him, I lightly poked him on the shoulder.

“So,” I said a little louder than necessary. “In that scanner it said that you scanned a zombie known as Anthony Farrant.”

“Yea?” The man said turning around.

“Have you seen him lately?” I asked in a nervous tone.

“How would I know?” Sneered the man angrily. “That man was zombified when I saw him. He could look completely different as a human.”

I walked back up the stairs and stood at the window. The next building looked like a school. This would be the perfect building for a hide-out. I jumped through the window and landed on a desk in the school. There was absolutely no-one in this building. I walked downstairs and noticed that the barricades were getting weak. I pushed chairs and desks in-front of the door to barricade it more. Then I climbed back up the stairs and put down my M1 Garand and crowbar on a desk. Then I took out the pistol and set it down by the stairs in case I needed to fight a zombie there.

I seem to favor schools as a hideout. I don’t know if it’s because they remind me of a time when I wasn’t constantly being hunted by man-eating creatures, or if it was just because they are safe from PKers. I had done a bit of growing up since I was in school in my home town. I paid more attention to my surroundings. I appreciated the small things in life more. Still there was that child-hood innocence I missed. Something about eating popcorn and writing down numbers on paper for school felt like a great relief.

I sat down in a chair and rested my legs. Jumping from building-to-building hurt you’re bones eventually. The past hour or so had been hectic as well. I never thought that I would have been abandoned by Anthony and UbuDubu. I realized how much distress came from being utterly alone, especially in a zombie infestation. I was normally a loner, but during this apocalypse I became a pack animal. I relied on knowing that I was part of a group. Being alone made me feel incomplete.

I looked at the wall in front of me and saw something spray painted. I looked closely and saw that it was an add for a group. “Got Zomb? We have it here at AZS!” I thought about the AZS and remembered I had seen their adds in the past. They advertised all over trying to get more recruits and make Malton safer. The group sounded perfect to me. It stood for everything I believed in here in a zombified city. It would also provide the support I had when I arrived here.

I decided to find out where they were located tomorrow. Today I wanted to rest and imagine what it will be like once Malton is zombie free. I came from across the Atlantic ocean, on the pacific side of America. I came to Malton by mistake when my plane I was riding crashed. The plane members instantly formed a group in order to survive. I lost contact recently with everyone of the members of that group except Anthony and UbuDubu.

I propped my feet up on a desk and rested my hands behind my head. My eyes started to open and close sleepily and I decided I could spare a nap. I stood up and opened a small closet. Inside was a sleeping bag, the most resent luxury I had found. I laid it out gently in the the corner of the room and flopped down on it. This was the most comfortable thing I had slept on since I left America. I didn’t get inside the sleeping bag so I could use all of the padding between me and the floor. Then I closed my eyes.

Chapter 4: The Anti-Zombie Squad

When I awoke I was excited to search for the AZS. I still had many questions about them though. I had no idea what AZS stood for and I didn’t even know where they had their base. I knew they seemed like a good group if they took the time to advertise all over and they must be near because they had advertised in this building.

I picked up my Springfield and my crowbar. Then I reached for the pistol and stood at the window leading back to the Nechro-Tech building. I jumped through the window and into the NT. When I landed I looked around and didn’t notice anyone sleeping, or working on anything. Noises came from downstairs though. I made my way to the stairs and quietly descended to the first floor. I saw that all of the activity in this building was here, on the ground. I looked for someone who seemed decent to ask about the AZS. Finally I saw someone who was not too busy and seemed kind.

“Excuse me,” I said quietly. “May I ask you a quick question?”

“Who,” Asked the man turning around. “Me?

“Yes, do you know anything about the AZS?” I asked nervously.

“Why, I certainly do. I am in the AZS.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was going to get the information from an actual AZS member.

“So,” I asked. “What does AZS stand for?”

“AZS stands for Anti-Zombie Squad. We fight zombies and PKers in order to keep the survivors of Malton safe. So were you interested in joining? ‘Cause if you are a PKer, I have a pistol in my back pocket.”

The man gave me a glare “Yes, I would like to join.” I replied as I took a deep, shaky breath.

“Well okay then,” said the man still glaring. “Come with me.”

“Wait,” I said stopping him from running up the stairs. “What’s your name?”

“Kane Izzy,” he said. “And yours?

“CRS5,” I said firmly. “You can call me CR for short.”

“Alright, CR. Let’s go!”

Kane ran up the stairs and approached the window. He jumped into the school and ran down the stairs to the main office. I followed him keeping up at his pace. He ran down the halls of the school towards another staircase. We climbed the stairs next to each other and made it to the top floor. Kane jumped into what looked like a cinema. I followed and landed in a room with a bunch of rolls of film. He lead me into theater number five. I sat down in one of the chairs and Kane went down the aisle to one of the other members. After a while of talking, a different person walked up and sat down next to me.

“Hey,” The man said. “I’m Chaostraveler. Chaos for short.

Chaos reached out his hand. I shook it and said “Hey, I’m CRS5. CR for short.”

“Nice to meet you CR. So I hear you are interested in joining us, eh?

“Yea, what do I have to do?”

“Well, all you have to do is promise to us that you will be fair, honest, and always kick zombie ass.”

“Really that’s all?”

“Yea, we’ll keep a close eye on you for the first couple of weeks then you will be promoted to a regular member.”

“Okay, I promise that I will be fair, honest, and I will always kick zombie ass.”

“Good, you are now a recruit in the AZS. Now you can go to theater four with the rest of the recruits or you can take a night to yourself to let this all sink in.”

“Thanks,” I said quietly.

I left theater five almost too quickly. I made my way to the snack bar which was empty, as expected. This group wasn’t growing on me very fast. I sat in the corner and pulled my crowbar out of my belt. The crowbar rested on my belly as I closed my eyes and listened to the silence. Every once in a while I heard the opening and closing of doors, as the AZS members left for their patrol shift. After a while of pure silence, I heard something knocking at the front door. I got up and looked out of the window. There were several zombies trying to break in. Then I noticed no one was guarding the front door.

I ran to theater five quickly and threw open the door. As I looked around I saw Chaos and Kane laying in corners of the room sleeping. I ran over to Chaos and stood over him.

“Chaos!” I yelled. He opened his eyes as did Kane. “A bunch of zombies are breaking into the cinema through the front door! There’s no one patrolling it.”

“Crap!” Chaos yelled as he jumped up. “Kane get up and bring your pistols!”

Chaos led the way out of theater five with Kane and I following. He pulled out a pistol and shot the zombies through the windows in the door. The zombies finally broke down the door and started charging at us. Kane fired a frenzy of shots toward the zombies. I pulled out my crowbar and swung at the zombies that got to close. I crushed several skulls as Chaos killed some before they even got in the building. Once I killed the last of the zombies, Chaos put away his pistols and started dumping the bodies outside of the building. I followed tossing out three of the zombies and throwing the door closed.

“Thanks for the warning, CR,” said Chaos. “That was really big of you to realize you couldn’t handle all of those zombies by yourself.”

“Thanks,” I said breathing deep and fast.

“Well we better barricade this door again,” Kane interjected.

I pulled anything I could find over and in front of the door. I took counters and camera tripods anything I could find. Once we felt safe Chaos and Kane went back to theater five to sleep. Soon someone came out to patrol the front door and I finally sat back down and fell asleep in the corner of the snack bar.

When I woke up the sun was shining through the windows of the front door. I stood up and walked into theater four. I saw a lot of people sleeping in the dark theater. There were a lot of recruits in The Anti-Zombie Squad. I quietly sat down in a chair and looked at the ground. This group was supportive. Chaos and Kane didn’t tell me to sit out of that battle and I got to participate. I thought I wouldn’t get to do much as a recruit but I got to fight. I was beginning to understand this group. This group may have been exactly what I was looking for.

“Hey, CR,” I heard someone say. I turned and saw it was Kane.

“Hey,” I said.

“You saved our butts last night,” Kane said quietly.

“Yea?”

“They could have snuck up on us and killed us in our sleep.”

“I’m just glad I could help.”

“Yea, so I think you should meet some of the veterans of AZS. Dragei!”

A man walked in holding a Claymore. I stopped right in front of me and waved at me.

“I’m Dragei,” the man said. “You can call me D.”

“Hey,” I replied.

“Jonas!” Kane yelled.

A man walked who looked slightly German. He stood in a tough pose and finally broke. He reached out his hand and I shook it.

“Hi,” the man said. “I’m Jonas Mandrake. Call me Jonas.”

“Bd!” Yelled Kane.

Next walked in a man who was big and well built. He smiled at me.

“So this is the new meat,” said the man. He bellowed a big laugh. “I’m Bdthemag. Call me Bd.”

“They’re all that’s here right now,” said Kane. “You will have to acquaint yourself with everyone else on your own time.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you all,” I said. “Thanks for making me feel so welcome.”