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 bye 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 bye 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 bye without any outbursts, I entered the cinema which 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.

To Be Continued...