Chapter 11: Sergeant!

Carlisle took no time in rallying the new group. They were ready in about 10 minutes, and were headed straight for the building which Landon identified as the police station. The woman sprinted up to Carlisle, examining his features. He was not exactly model material, but he wasn’t horrifyingly ugly. He had pale skin, gray eyes, and black hair. His hair used to be in an old greaser style, but he hadn’t fixed it for days. Now, it was a mottled mess, and he did his best to keep it out of the way with a black military beret.

“So, what is your name anyway?” the woman asked, loosening the top button of her blouse. Carlisle pretended not to notice. They started to run faster. Carlisle finally slowed to a halt.

“It’s Carlisle Wakefield.” He replied. For the first time, he surveyed his new found companions. Two were about 12-14; the other 2 were in their thirties, a man and a woman, who seemed to be romantically involved. They were sticking close to the kids. Carlisle was about to say more, when an old beaten up taxi cab pulled up to the curb.

A man stepped out, clad in a pair of jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. In his hand, was a .308 Winchester Model 100. He opened his trunk, and took a bandolier of ammo, a crowbar, and a .44 bulldog revolver. The group said nothing as they made their trek to the station. The man finally stopped, and the group stared.

“Who is the leader of this group?” Carlisle and the woman raised their hands in unison. Carlisle smacked her hand out of the way, and stepped forward.

“Me.” He replied. The man looked him over. “Welcome to my army!” Carlisle let his words hang in the air “What is your name?” he asked. The man replied,

“That I shall keep to myself. You can call me Sergeant.” Carlisle nodded. The man looked to the other survivors. “We should move. I assume the recon crew will only wait for so long.” The group started off, and emerged into the main street. The zombies turned their heads, and opened their blood encrusted mouths.

“Alright! We split into two, Sergeant, me and Landon will cover you while your leader takes you into the station!” Landon drew his AK-74, and started a heavy barrage of fire into the closest zombies. Meanwhile, Sergeant and Carlisle used their sniper rifles to take out the farthest ones. Soon, Landon slammed the door and the group rested.

It was dark inside the police station, and the little light there was soon was blocked by the shadows beating at the bullet proof windows. Carlisle led the way, shotgun drawn, and the group followed. Landon took the second position, shotgun with him as well. All of a sudden, the door to Sergeants right blew open, three figures standing before him, pistols drawn…