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Authors: Luke Duffy
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vehicles, their boots scuffing against the rusted frames as they grasped for a foothold. As they bounded over the hoods and roofs, the steel flexed beneath their weight and let out hollow metallic clunks that resonated loudly through the open space of the ground level. The noise that the men made no longer mattered, but getting over the barricades did. Dropping down onto the other side, the two soldiers turned and peered back through the twisted metal and broken windows of the trucks, staring in shock at the mass of dead that shambled towards them.
Shaking his head with his eyes alight with fear and confusion, Tommy struggled to form his words.
“How…” he stammered. “How the fuck did they know we were here?”
He glanced across to his friend who had a similar expression etched into his face. Both of them were shaking their heads, their mouths hanging open at the immensity of the crowd that staggered towards them.
“Do you think this is what happened to the others? Is there something here, or on us, that attracts them?”
“Fuck knows, mate.”
Al just shook his head slowly, unable to make sense of the situation, his eyes fixed on the sea of gaunt and decomposing figures.
“Come on.”
They turned and headed deeper into the gloomy parking level. The noise behind them began to build, and as their pursuers reached the barricades, their haunting moans filled the spacious base level of the complex, sounding like a howling wind tearing through the hollow building and searching hungrily for the living.
Sprinting through the rows of parked and ruined cars, the two men reached a door set into a wall in the centre of the ground level parking area. The crescendo of the dead howls and the beating of fists against the barricades behind them was growing intensely. It was enough to make them feel nauseous, knowing that the infected were in pursuit and in vast numbers. A quick check revealed nothing in the immediate area, but the cold darkness on the other side of the door made them hesitate.
Al led them inside, forcing himself to confront the unknown with the barrel of his rifle pointed into the blackness. Tommy followed, sealing the door behind him, and feeling a shudder run along the length of his spine. Once inside, the voices of the dead sounded more distant and less of an immediate threat, but neither of the men were left in any doubt that they were surrounded and with no immediate chance of escape. The building was completely enveloped by a sea of rotting bodies.
A set of stairs appeared from within the blanket of darkness. The cold, hard steps, damp from the moisture in the air and illuminated by their torches, led up towards the next level. With no other choice they began to ascend, slowly moving higher and aiming their rifles in front of them as their footsteps echoed through the dank stairwell. They remained tense and alert, expecting a gnashing face to lunge at them from any of the countless dark corners, and at any moment.
Six storeys up, panting heavily from exertion and fear, they emerged through a heavy steel fire door and on to the roof that was bathed in the glowing moonlight. Without a word, they pushed left and right of the doorway, fanning out and covering their flanks as they began scanning the expanse of the top level, sweeping their rifles in an arc as they cleared their immediate area. Together they edged forward, their boots crunching against the gravel as they advanced. A light breeze brushed against their faces, the air seeming much fresher at that altitude as it whispered at their throbbing and bleeding ears.
Nothing moved up on the roof, and they nodded the ‘all clear’ to one another, allowing themselves to relax slightly and release the tension from their muscles. They lowered their rifles slightly as they scanned the rooftop, but remained alert and ready to fire on anything that jumped out from one of the many structures around them.
Tommy turned and looked back through the entrance
Shaking his head with his eyes alight with fear and confusion, Tommy struggled to form his words.
“How…” he stammered. “How the fuck did they know we were here?”
He glanced across to his friend who had a similar expression etched into his face. Both of them were shaking their heads, their mouths hanging open at the immensity of the crowd that staggered towards them.
“Do you think this is what happened to the others? Is there something here, or on us, that attracts them?”
“Fuck knows, mate.”
Al just shook his head slowly, unable to make sense of the situation, his eyes fixed on the sea of gaunt and decomposing figures.
“Come on.”
They turned and headed deeper into the gloomy parking level. The noise behind them began to build, and as their pursuers reached the barricades, their haunting moans filled the spacious base level of the complex, sounding like a howling wind tearing through the hollow building and searching hungrily for the living.
Sprinting through the rows of parked and ruined cars, the two men reached a door set into a wall in the centre of the ground level parking area. The crescendo of the dead howls and the beating of fists against the barricades behind them was growing intensely. It was enough to make them feel nauseous, knowing that the infected were in pursuit and in vast numbers. A quick check revealed nothing in the immediate area, but the cold darkness on the other side of the door made them hesitate.
Al led them inside, forcing himself to confront the unknown with the barrel of his rifle pointed into the blackness. Tommy followed, sealing the door behind him, and feeling a shudder run along the length of his spine. Once inside, the voices of the dead sounded more distant and less of an immediate threat, but neither of the men were left in any doubt that they were surrounded and with no immediate chance of escape. The building was completely enveloped by a sea of rotting bodies.
A set of stairs appeared from within the blanket of darkness. The cold, hard steps, damp from the moisture in the air and illuminated by their torches, led up towards the next level. With no other choice they began to ascend, slowly moving higher and aiming their rifles in front of them as their footsteps echoed through the dank stairwell. They remained tense and alert, expecting a gnashing face to lunge at them from any of the countless dark corners, and at any moment.
Six storeys up, panting heavily from exertion and fear, they emerged through a heavy steel fire door and on to the roof that was bathed in the glowing moonlight. Without a word, they pushed left and right of the doorway, fanning out and covering their flanks as they began scanning the expanse of the top level, sweeping their rifles in an arc as they cleared their immediate area. Together they edged forward, their boots crunching against the gravel as they advanced. A light breeze brushed against their faces, the air seeming much fresher at that altitude as it whispered at their throbbing and bleeding ears.
Nothing moved up on the roof, and they nodded the ‘all clear’ to one another, allowing themselves to relax slightly and release the tension from their muscles. They lowered their rifles slightly as they scanned the rooftop, but remained alert and ready to fire on anything that jumped out from one of the many structures around them.
Tommy turned and looked back through the entrance
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