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Waking Up in Malton

Chapter One - Revived in Hell

Her awakening was abrupt. The darkness of Malton’s streets pressed down on her eyes; the power had gone out long ago. However, Amanda wasn’t about to sit there and wait for morning to come, she knew better than that. She stood up, unsteadily at first, but eventually gained back her balance as she turned on the light on her fire fighter helmet.

She almost wished she hadn’t.

Amanda didn’t know how she had missed the sound of them shuffling, the lows groans, and the occasional raspy growl. The zombies were all around her, surrounding her. Who the hell revived her here? Of course, the light from her helmet alerted them to her presence, or possibly just the fact that she stood up. She immediately reached for her shotgun on her back, but noticed it was out of ammo. Trying her pistol, she found the same.

Son of a bitch! She thought, knowing all she had now was her fire axe. It would have to do for now as one zombie closed in. Gripping the axe in two hands, she took a precise swing and decapitated the first undead. The others moved towards her, and she did her best to keep them back, but she could only do so much as one grabbed her from behind and plunged its teeth into her shoulder. Amanda gave a cry of pain and used the butt of her axe to knock him off. While doing so, however, another grabbed her arm and bit her around the bicep, drawing a lot of blood. No, not like this! She thought, her swings getting desperate as yet another zombie grabbed her around the legs. That was when the sound of a gunshot blasted through the night and the zombie on her arm fell to the ground with a bullet hole right through its skull. Another gunshot, the zombie at her feet fell limp.

“Come on!” shouted a voice, and turning she saw that in the nearest building the door was open and light poured from the entrance. The zombies around her, disturbed by the noise, turned their attention to whoever had shouted. Using this to her advantage, she swung her axe repeatedly, taking out as many zombies as she could. With her pushing forward and the man firing his pistol, she managed to make it to the front of the building. That was when a zombie arrived out of her blind spot and fell on her, taking her to the ground.

Fear enveloped her as she realized being on the ground in the middle of a horde of zombies was the worst possible position you could be in. Sure enough, she felt teeth and claws on her back and she cried in pain. Multiple gunshots broke the night, but she was starting to black out and the noises were fading.

“Stay with me!” Amanda heard the voice again, shouting right into her ear. She felt hands grab her and lift her to her feet, but she didn’t have the strength to stand, just enough to keep awake. She felt herself being dragged across the ground, and then heard the sound of a door slamming and many voices that came to her as a low, buzzing noise. She could feel herself losing a lot of blood, infection had probably set in, and slowly she was losing consciousness.

“Is she going to make it, Doc?” she heard someone say off to the side.

“I’ll have to work fast, but she should make it. Just in case, have your pistol ready, I’m out of syringes…” Her mind was so fuzzy that it was hard to process what they were saying; she just wanted to sleep, to black out…

And that she did.