Chapter 35: Zombies

{TW: BLOOD}

It became to rain as soon as the game started. The sky became steel grey. The players scattered everywhere, unsure what to do. Then, chaos broke out. From one of the warehouses, swarms of zombies emerged. Their sudden appearance had shocked me so much that I was rooted to the spot. That was Ivy grasped me tightly on my right arm and shook me to my senses.

The next second I had my rifle out and was shooting blindly. There was blood splattered everywhere. I had time to look to my left, where a horde of zombies had collectively attacked the player. The player was trying his/her best but all in vain. Finally, he/she was on the ground. I wanted to help them whoever it was, except Arson. I didn't care if they were from my gang or just the player.

Unfortunately, I had too much on my own plate. The zombies were closing in. This far, I realized that the only way we could get out of here alive was to team up. I flinched when I heard high-pitched laughter. Arson was recognizable even from a distance. His rifle was bigger than any of ours. I wonder where he got that...

I searched for a trace of Ivy and Jorge but couldn't find them. I was able to keep the zombies away from me to a good, clean distance, but now they were increasing in number. I ran as fast as I could. I nearly slipped from the mud and blood splattered on the ground. I found Jorge. He was having a hard time too.

"WE HAVE TO DO THIS TOGETHER!" I yelled at the top of my voice. Jorge stared at me and gestured that he understood the message. He ran towards me. I helped blow some zombies off him and also some closing in on me. Man, they were surely really fast!

Jorge approached me. Ivy must have heard the message too, for she appeared too. Now, the three of us had our backs to each other, standing close together. Ivy smirked in her signature style.

"Let's blow these brain eater's asses!" she said.

With that, we started firing at every zombie we could spot. I was starting to actually have fun. You'd see green-skinned, moaning zombies, with blood on their teeth, hands outstretched. And when they're only three inches away, you blow 'em up.

And then, I ran out of bullets.

Uh-oh

The message to reload appeared in front of me, which was completely unnecessary. But I couldn't find how you're supposed to reload. Ivy and Jorge were doing a great job but the mass of zombies increased from my side.

"What the hell are you waiting for huh? Get the freaking gun loadin'!" Ivy yelled. I wanted to ask her how but it wasn't like she'll politely teach me. So, instead of panicking I took out my shotgun and started firing. It was tough work I tell you. The rifle could shoot three bullets at a time. Meanwhile, you had to shoot each zombie individually with a shotgun.

"Cover for me I need a break," I said. Ivy and Jorge obliged though I wasn't sure if they would.

"Let's make a run for the warehouse!" I shouted to the other two.

"AND WHAT IF MORE ARE WAITING FOR US ON THE INSIDE!?" Jorge yelled. He had a point there. I looked towards the warehouses. Undoubtedly, we had to go inside. But the question was, which one?

I tried to think rationally. The zombies were coming from everywhere-except the one near the edge of the forest. The door was closed.

Eureka.

"We need to go inside the one to our northeast!" I told them.

"You better not be joking because I don't wanna lose," Ivy whispered to me. After I assured and, and myself, our destination was clear. We made a run for it.