my first zombie story i wrote-dated sometime in winter-2008 prt. 3

Murdoc pulled into the driveway behind the old hardware store. The small group of survivors had been on the road for a week, stopping only for gas and bathroom breaks. They had encountered less and less zombies as they moved out of the city limits. Soon, they were in the middle of nowhere. Jill and Mike had not spoken much since the start of the journey. Jill mostly stared aimlessly out the passenger window, and Mike just drove. Jill thought he was turning into a zombie. Finally, exhausted, Mike pulled into a small town called Jonesville.
Murdoc leaped out of the car, motioning for everybody to wait. He drew his Mossberg 590, and fixed a bayonet to the front. All of a sudden, a zombie leaped out at him. It screamed and hissed as it lunged at him, but he was too quick. As it leaped on him, he thrust his bayonet and impaled it through the eye. He motioned for the others to exit the car, but heavily armed. Corndog and Joe came with, and left Sam and Jill in the car. Corndog grabbed his Pancor Jackhammer and looked around. The zombies had evolved. They could now run, jump, and were stronger than before.
“Corndog, go and secure the hardware store! Joe, make sure Corndog gets there safe. I will guard the street.” Murdoc cautiously crept foreword. He looked over just in time to see a zombie sprinting toward him. It was down with one shot of the 590. As soon as the shot was fired, a man emerged from one of the school across the street. He was carrying a gold plated AK-47, and had two gold plated Desert Eagles as his side arms.
“Ya’ll gonna get inside before getting yo ass kicked by zombies, or are you gonna actually survive?” the guy shot the AK into a crowd of zombies that were charging the small group. Murdoc shot them as well. The others came running from the hardware store, shooting as they went. Meh leaped out of the truck, having just woken up. He sniped a few before he had to climb back in. Jill put the truck in gear, and floored it. She pulled into the back of the school, and the survivors pushed the truck into the school garage.
“What the fuck!” screamed Joe, punching the side of the truck. “They can run? Who’s fucking idea was that?” he howled. Murdoc opened the back of the truck, and found Meh, Jill, and Sam organizing the supplies. Their rescuer, the black guy, came in through a metal door and greeted them. Parked next to the truck, in the garage, was an armored Ford Mustang. “Who the fuck are you?” screamed Joe hysterically, still scared shitless about running zombies.
“Yo, my name is Marcus. Shit, is that bastard wearing a Nazi helmet?” Murdoc looked at the dude, and then flicked him off. This resulted in him being punched in the face. Murdoc went down, but leaped up, and round house kicked Marcus in the stomach. Marcus pulled out his Desert Eagles as Mike pulled out his automags. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t blow yo brains out!” Marcus yelled.
“Cause you show one indication of pulling that rigger, I will have you down in one shot, bitch.” Murdoc uttered coldly. Marcus reholstered his weapons, and motioned for the survivors to follow him. They went through a door, and emerged in a room full of high school kids. Some of them were armed, but most only had the clothes on their backs. Murdoc stepped in, his hobnailed combat boots clicking on the linoleum floor. “Alright. All of you stupid ass morons, line up and follow me!” the black dude looked at Murdoc like he was on crack. Murdoc led the group to the truck, and started passing out weapons. He gave the smaller kids rifles and submachine guns, the medium kids got assault rifles and grenades, and the huge kids got mini guns and shotguns.
The next thing they knew, they were all packed into the back of the army truck, the supplies having been tied down on the roof. Meh, Sam, Joe, Jill, and Murdoc were crammed in the cab. Corndog and Marcus were in the back. The Mustang was attached to a trailer. They drove for days without stopping, and finally came to a stop. Murdoc swore, waking everybody up. They were out of gas. Without delay, the children were forced to carry the supplies. Mike, Meh, and Jill went in one direction, while Joe, Sam, Corndog, Marcus, and the children went in the other direction. Mike, Meh, and Jill climbed in the Mustang, and were off...
When they stopped, they were in the middle of a ghost town. There were no signs of life, and all that remained of the people were piles of dried bones caked with blood. All of a sudden, hundreds of zombies streamed out of the old buildings. They looked as if they were weak, but they were willing to do anything to eat. The zombies here were thin and unhealthy. They had hollowed out faces. And they were fast. Really fast. Murdoc drew his Mossberg 590, and fired at the charging zombies, but there were too many. Meh put the car in gear, and drove through the crowd, but crashed in the front of a hardware store.
Jill got out, and pulled Meh and Murdoc with her. Murdoc slung his Mossberg on his shoulder, reached behind him, and drew his short barreled Remington 870 with pistol grip. The zombies pushed their way through the broken window, but Murdoc held them at bay. Meh took his tommy gun and mowed them down as well. Jill was just screaming, a bit shocked at how fast they were. She was out of ammo, but continued to pull the trigger of her empty shotgun.
Mike was out. He quickly reached for a few shells, but his thumb got stuck in the flap. Damn you Remington, he thought. This particular model had a flap on the cartridge magazine. he placed the gun back in its holster, and drew his .38 revolvers. He blasted away at the zombies, and blew off many heads. Meh on the other hand, was trying to calm down Jill. She was still very shocked. Mike holstered the .38s, and drew his automags. He reloaded, and fired again.
“I can’t hold them!” he barked, shooting another zombie. Mike threw Meh his crowbar, and Meh pried open an iron door. They went through, just as the zombies came in. Meh handed the crowbar back to Mike, who put it in his belt. Meh flipped on a switch, and the lights went on. They were standing in a room full of bodies. Shit. It was a morgue…and the inhabitants weren’t very pleased they had been disturbed. Then, Meh did the unthinkable, and started moaning and staggering toward the back exit. The zombies paid no attention, and the other two followed his example. Jill was already looking like a zomb, for she was in a state of horror, and Murdoc had his wounds, so he looked ok to the zombies too. Meh was just Meh.
Finally…it was over. As they drove up the hill, a few army guys waved at them. The city was built on a mountainside. It overlooked a once beautiful lake that was now a dried up burning pit for zombies. The soldiers opened the iron gates, and let them in. Thousands of people were busy preparing to leave, and the streets were almost like normal life. Union City seemed like it hadn’t even experienced a zombie apocalypse. Mike and Jill went off on their own, and didn’t return to the base till the next day. The students had since moved on, and Meh, Sam, Corndog, and Joe had taken showers, ate a shitload of food, and were busy cleaning their guns. Mike went up to Joe, and handed him a wad of cash.
“What is this for?” he asked, stuffing the money into his shirt.
“Keep that. You lost everything, so I decided to let you have this.” Mike replied. With that, they all rose to their feet, holstered their guns, and climbed into the helicopter as it took off from the ground, and they left Union city behind. “What are you going to do when life is normal again?” asked Joe.
“Hey, wherever there are guns, I will always have a job!” laughed Mike. “Besides, after this I think all our brains will be a little fucked up.”