I stepped out of the vehicle shooting two zombies down that approached us. There were zombies everywhere. Now they're in for it! I thought, angered by the sight of so many zombies. I shot four of 'em down in an instant. Then I had to reload.
"Fuck, fuck. Reload!" I said putting six more rounds in the chamber as a zombie ran up to me. I grabbed my machete and sliced his head off. Blood spreading everywhere. Just then I saw James and Ashley. And Jamie. Oh yay the bitch survived!
"C'mon James!" I yelled. James got up from behind the cover carrying an unconcious Ashley, while Jamie was covering him with her M9 pistol. "Where'd you learn to use a gun?" I asked Jamie. She laughed and replied mockingly. "I'm in the CIA." We entered the Boxing Gym noticing Bif, and Parker were arguing about something. Just then Parker turned around and stompted towards me.
'Brian, you gotta help him!" Parker said trembling. "What are you talking about?" I questioned. "Malcolm, he's, he's." Then Bif interrupted, 'He's in the prison, the roof fell on him." Bif finished.
"And you fucking just left him there?!" I yelled angered. "What happened to no man left behind. C'mon Greg. Lets go get him," I said leaving the rest.
As Greg and I got into the vehicle. James, Sid, and C-Money followed. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and called Ricky.
"Alright dude. Make sure my sister doesn't fucking leave." I said hanging up.
Few minutes passed and we were in front of the prison. Ready for a helluva fight and a rescue mission. We might not make it back. I thought. But atleast I'll die with good fucking friends. Then we charged at the prison and hundreds of zombies. Shooting 'em down and bringing hell to them.