The Safehouse

In my last post, I introuduced the members of the group I had joined. I didn't get enough time to describe the place we were staying in; laptop was running out of batery. Members of the group called it 'The Safehouse', due to it being 'safe'...well, that's what they thought. It was little more than two rooms, containing a wooden table in the centre, an old portable Television with a crappy VCR attached to it, only thing to watch whilst we were there was BASEketball though...great. There was a swivvle chair by a group of monitors, displaying the interior and exterior of the building; explaining how they manadged to find me. Alongside the monitors was a microphone; don't have a clue what that was used for. The door was metal and bolted shut, with a couch shoved infront of it. There was also a back door, in a similar fashion to the front door; the door lead to an alleyway, and then a flight of stairs at the back of the building. There were no windows to see out, and only one other couch to sit on, that was almost always occupied by Harry Edwards; bastard. He's the reason why we're not there anymore...

I'd been there less than two days, become aqquainted with most of the group. The only bad apples there was the old fuck Harry Edwards, and Cyrus Hayward, I'll explain about him later. Harry would boss everyone around, and attempt to antagonise Frank's posistion of authority. He was especially harsh to Lukas, acting in a condescending manner and blaming his generation for the problem we were in. Didn't ever go near Isaac though, he'd probably shit in his pants if Isaac so much as looked at him. I remember the first exchange I had with him. I walked over to him after he motioned for me to come over to him.

"You're...Jay, is it?" he asked.

"Yeah, nice to meet you-" I replied, extending my hand to shake his.

"Don't be a mug all your life, I'm not here to be your friend, I want you to go check on the monitors...I sent William out to get me some Decaf coffee. He should be back by now, but that fairy can't do anything right!" he snarled.

"Why don't you get off your arse and go check the monitors yourself, old man? Or better yet, go and scavenge for coffee yourself you fuckstick." I replied, I'm not one to back down from an argument.

He spat on the ground infront of me and gave me the finger, before walking off to his couch. I went to the monitors as instructed (despite the argument I gave) and put my hand on Frank's shoulder.

"Any sign of William?" I asked.

"Nope. It's good to have you here, Jay. I was beginning to think that no one else was out there...you've given the group hope." Frank said, smiling at me.

I looked at the monitors again and saw William, clambering over the rubble in the entance to the building; he was frantic and checking over his shoulder. I looked to the interior bottom floor monitor. He was ascending the stairs quickly; he slipped, got back up and kept running. He got to the barricade and started banging on the door for help. Clyde and Isaac got to the front of the group.

"Guys! Open the god damned door!" William screamed.

Frank grabbed his magnum and went to the front of the group. I noticed Lukas was edging towards the back door; alongside him was Ethan, gripping a crowbar. I grabbed my bat and headed to the group congregating around the front door. Harry pushed his way to the front.

"William! Have you got my decaf?!" Harry asked, screeching at the door.

"Fuck your decaf! I've got a whole horde after me! Come on man! Open the door!" William screamed back, the terror in his voice was unmistakeable.

Clyde looked at everyone, dumbfounded that no one was opening the door.

"C'mon people! Open the door! It's Will!" Clyde shouted, mouth agape and arms outstrecthed in disbelief.

"We can't, Clyde...he may be infected...and what if they get in? Huh?" Frank said.

William began banging on the door now. Screaming for help.

"Fuck this!" Clyde said, unbolting the door.

Harry shoved Clyde to the ground and stood in the way of the door.

"That cockroach is not getting in here, and fucking the nest! Understand fuckface?!" Harry said, waving his walking stick in Clyde's face. "We've worked too hard too let this shithead get us all killed!"

"I'm not infected! Let me in!" William screamed in protest. "Oh shit! They're at the stairs!"

Two gunshots sounded off, William began banging on the door furiously now.

"Maybe he's tellin' the truth?" Jack said, it was obvious he was from Texas by his accent.

"Maybe he's lying through his fucking teeth aswell!" Harry screamed.

Another gunshot echoed; the door swung open. William had shot the hinge off of it. Harry slammed the door back; hitting William backwards and into a crowd of atleast twenty "zombies"...I hate using that word. They began tearing William's shirt off as he screamed in utter terror. They dug into his stomach with their black, jagged, filthy nails and tore it open. They pulled his organs out and sloppily feasted on them. William continued screaming, until one of them took a chunk out of his face; tearing off the lower portion of his face and right eye. A few of them continued feasting on him. The rest made their way to the door like a battering ram.

The door swung open again, and the horde made their way inside. Clyde immediatly jumped up off the ground and ran to get his weapon. Harry, being the closest to the door, was their first target. They grabbed hold of his shirt and tried to drag him back as the others headed deeper into the safehouse. Harry grabbed of Tom (I don't remember much of him.), and flung him backwards and into the crowd, knocking off the grip of his attacker. The infected imbedded their hands into Tom's screaming mouth and reached down into his mouth, pulling his organs out through his mouth as his eyes darted around the room crazily. Frank fired a few shots into the crowd of infected, as Terry Myles grabbed his shotgun and unloaded a slug onto the closest infected. It's head exploded like a ripe tomato being hit with a sledgehammer. Chantelle hid behind Ashley Jones, who showed no fear in confronting the zombies. She tore into one with her glock, before landing the headshot and sending it back to hell. Me and Clyde were near Frank and knocking back the infected; me with my bat, and Clyde with his rifle. The infected swamped onto Frank, knocking him onto the table with the monitors, they tore him open, just like they had with William. His screams echoed over the microphone; animating the entire, hollow building with his petrefied screams. Time seemed to stop for everyone as Frank was murdered...their leader was gone. It all came back though as one of the walkers dived onto Clyde; he knocked it back swiftly with the butt of his rifle, and aimed the rifle at its head and lock, stocked and barreled it; blowing its head open.

"Looks like we need a new leader, huh?" Knox said, smirking. He was affected by Frank's death, but didn't like to show it.

"Shut the fuck up, Knox!" screamed Lukas in a fit of rage.

Knox turned around and offered a smarmy look at Lukas, before being knocked to the side by a walker. Ethan ran up to them and dug his crowbar into the zombie's head and yanked it back out, tearing off its scalp as he did so. Ethan grabbed Knox's hand and lifted him off the ground. The two of them carried on fighting near the back door; defending Lukas. One of the infected approached Lukas, when suddenly a massive, medicine ball sized hand wrapped around the zombies neck and squeezed, making it's eyes pop and explode; sending a river of blood running down it's face. It was Isaac, who was also holding them off with his shotgun, one handed. Clyde and I made our way to the back door, dragging back Terry as he fired slugs at the approaching wave. Ralph slammed into the back door, sending it flying off its hinges and down the alleyway.

"This way!" Ralph screamed.

Harry turned around to look and was knocked onto the table. The infected surrounded him as he squirmed about, desprately trying to find an exit. They did everything imaginable to him; tore off his legs, pulled his face back, tore out his organs, one of them even chewed into his groinal area. All of this happened as he carried on letting out a high pitched scream. Harry shit himself; with one of his organs flying out of his ass as he did so. He was finally pulled in half and eaten until there was little left. Clyde shouted for Corey, who was still firing at the infected. He turned but was slashed in the back by an infected with extremely long nails. I could see through Corey's gas mask that he was crying as the infected dragged him back into the crowd; we couldn't see what they did to Corey, but judging from the muffled screams, it was terrible. Jack and Sam were the last to make it through the doorway, but before Sam could make it through, one of the zombies descended onto him and tore off his face with its teeth; Sam made a gargled scream before dying. Jack, armed with his guitar, smashed the zombie in the face; making a satisfying cracking noise, along with a screech from the guitar. The group had fallen to just me, Clyde, Terry, Isaac, Lukas, Cyrus, Jack, Chantelle, Ethan, Ashley, Ralph and Knox.  Twelve, where minutes ago we were eighteen in number...I still can't comprehend it.

We made our way down the alleyway and down the steps and back to where I started. The Streets.