Chapter 63: Market Place(3)

The next day, we loaded our vehicles and drove towards the city. It was a long and bumpy ride, as we had to avoid the cars that littered the highway. We also had to deal with some zombies that tried to attack us, but we managed to fend them off. We reached the entrance of the city by evening, and parked our vehicles in a hidden spot. We then got out and surveyed the scene.

It was worse than I had expected. The marketplace was swarming with zombies, thousands of them. They were wandering around, looking for prey. "The Town sure has lots of zombies," I said while looking at them with binocular in the top of a small building. Some of them noticed us, and started to groan and shuffle towards us. I quickly signaled the team to retreat.

"Change of plans. We'll wait until tomorrow. It's too dark and dangerous to go in now. Let's find a safe place to camp for the night, and then we'll try again in the morning. Stay alert, and stick together," I said, as I led them away from the horde.

We found an abandoned warehouse nearby, and barricaded the doors and windows. We then set up our tents and sleeping bags, and took turns to keep watch. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I was too anxious about the mission. I hoped that we would succeed, and that we would all make it out alive.

The sun rose over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city. I checked my gear, making sure everything was in place. I had a katana, a pistol, rifle, and a backpack full of supplies. I looked at my team, who were also ready to go. We had spent the night in a warehouse, hiding from the zombies that infested the marketplace. We had waited for the right moment to strike, and now it was here.

We split into two groups, as we had planned. Rex led Team B, while I led Team A. We communicated through walkie-talkies, keeping each other updated on our progress. We moved stealthily, avoiding the main streets and taking the alleys. We had to be careful, as the zombies were everywhere. They were attracted to noise, so we had to be quiet.

We reached the weapon shop, which was our main target. It was a large building, with a sign that read "Guns and Ammo". It looked like a fortress, surrounded by a horde of zombies. They were blocking the entrance, making it impossible to get in without a fight.

I signaled to Rex, who was on the other side of the street. He nodded, and we launched our attack. "Kill this fckers!!!" I shouted, and they shouted as well with "Woaa!!" raising the morale of my men, we wasted no time, and used our melee weapons and bows, saving our bullets for later. We had to be precise, aiming for the head. A single bite could infect us, and we didn't want to risk that.

I swung my sword, slicing through a zombie's neck. It fell to the ground, blood spilling from its wound. I moved on to the next one, dodging its claws. I stabbed it in the eye, and it collapsed. I saw Roger, who was wielding a machete, hacking away at the zombies. He was a fierce fighter, and he enjoyed the thrill of combat. He smiled at me, as he decapitated another zombie.

I looked up, and saw some of my archers on the rooftop. They were shooting arrows, picking off the zombies from a distance. They were skilled marksmen, and they rarely missed. They had a clear view of the battlefield, and they supported us with their fire.

We fought our way to the weapon shop, clearing the area around it. We broke the door, and entered the building. We were greeted by a sight that made us gasp. The shop was full of weapons, of all kinds and sizes. There were rifles, shotguns, pistols, grenades, knives, swords, axes, and more. It was a treasure trove, and we felt like we had hit the jackpot.

"Woah, we hit the jackpot!" Roger shouted, we all celebrated but also wasted no time, and started to loot the shop. We grabbed as much as we could, stuffing our backpacks and pockets. We also found some ammo, and we loaded our guns. We checked the quality of the weapons, and we were impressed. They were well-maintained, and they looked like they had never been used. We wondered who owned the shop, and why they had left it behind.

We finished our task faster than we had expected, and we decided to look around for more. We searched the nearby shops, and we found some useful items. We found some food, water, medicine, clothes, and tools. We also found some maps, and we studied them. We marked some potential locations for our next base, and we memorized them.

We had looted the weapon shop, and we were happy with our haul. But we were also curious about what else the marketplace had to offer. We decided to explore a bit more, hoping to find some hidden gems. We moved like a well-oiled machine, taking advantage of the high ground. We used our binoculars and sniper scopes to scout the area, looking for any signs of life or loot.

We searched for hours, but we found nothing. The marketplace was a filled with zombies, devoid of anything useful. The only thing that filled the streets were zombies, hundreds of them. They roamed around aimlessly, looking for their next meal.

I scanned the area with my binoculars, and I frowned. "Hmm, this is really a city huh, it's filled with zombies" I muttered.

Christopher, who was next to me, looked worried. He suggested, "How about we use the speaker and lure them away?"

Roger, who was on the other side, shook his head. He said, "Handling this many zombies is too risky. One wrong move, and we're all dead."

I nodded, agreeing with him. We had to be careful, and not attract too much attention. We continued to look for any stores that might have some supplies, and don't have that many zombies but we came up empty-handed.

We were about to give up and leave, "alright, we should go no—" then we heard a sudden gunshot. It was loud and clear, and it caught our attention. We quickly hid behind some rubble, and we cautiously approached the source. We saw a group of survivors nearby, and we were surprised.

"Interesting, there are other groups here," I observed, taking cover on a nearby building rooftop.

The survivors we had stumbled upon were not like us. They were cruel and ruthless, using people as bait while looting the stores. The screams of the helpless victims echoed through the air, sending chills down our spines.

"No!! Please! Please let me go! I don't want to die!" However they are just laughing at the man who is crying and begging.

"Okay then, we'll let you go" one of them said and pushed him to the zombies, he ran and ran as fast as he could, luring the zombies while the group loot the stores nearby

We watched the scene unfold, feeling disgusted and angry. But we also knew that we couldn't intervene, as it would put us in danger. We decided to stay hidden, and observe from a distance.

The leader-looking guy barked out, "Alright! As usual, use them!"

We watched as they repeated their cruel tactic, using innocent people as bait to loot the stores nearby. The agonizing scream of one of the trapped individuals pierced the air, causing a shiver to run down our spines.

Christopher's face contorted with concern, and he turned to me, asking, "Hey, should we help them?"

Roger, his expression stern, shook his head firmly. "No, we should leave them alone," he asserted, his voice unwavering.

We knew he was right, but we also felt conflicted. We wanted to help those people, but we also wanted to survive. We were torn between our morals and our instincts.

As we were debating, one of the looters spotted us and shouted, "Hey boss! There are people up there!"

The leader's eyes narrowed, and he bellowed, "What!? Shoot them!"