by Holmes

Created on: December 03, 2010

“Templar, do you read me?” said the fuzzy voice in his ear. Dragged footsteps echoed all around him; soft, raspy moans filled the air as they noticed his presence.

“Aye.” He gripped tighter the hilt of the sword at his hip. “I read you loud n' clear.”

“The three in front of you will soon engage now that you've spoken.” Major Hekireki piped     into his comm piece. “There are another two about to round the corner, and five shambling about aimlessly in the field.

“Roger tha''” He had already drawn in his longsword in response to the ghouls stumbling ever closer; a deeper, scratchier moan fleeing their lungs as blood lust filled them.

He readied his blade, he took the stance. Feet planted, he closed his eyes - the world fell into place in his mind's eye. The ghouls, a meter ahead, shuffling towards him haphazardly. He knew how it was about to play out; it wouldn't take more than a minute to clear the area.

He charged,  the first ghoul reached out but its arms were caught in the large swing that sent half of its head against the cabin wall. He was too close now, but continuing his swing brought the second down, and the third was left helpless as its head too was lopped off. A lunge caught the first rounding the corner in the face, while a well placed boot sent the second stumbling back, only to be bifurcated and finished off with the thunk of the sword hitting the hard wood underneath its skull.

“0, 28, 340, 30 and 2” raced through his ear and the gun was ripped from its holster. Five shots into the absolute dark later the barrel was smoking and five zombies lay re-dead on the ground.

“Good work, Lieutenant,” Her voice held its firm tone. “But remember, there is still the original mission to attend to.”

“Yes, ma'am.” The man holstered his gun, and pulling his sword free from the porch, found the heavily locked door of a storm shelter that had not been opened since patient zero bit his first victim ten years ago, lifted it high above his head, and swung down.

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    Gunshots rang out. Five of them.

The boy, held in comforting, but just as terrified arms, watched the light from the swinging bulb bounce its warmth around the hatch that locked out the terrors of the world. He could swear he heard footsteps, and not a moment of thought after came the first blood-curdling BANG that rang through his ears. Someone was

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