The Hollow:11-30-08, Major Setbacks

Really quick, I just want to apologize for missing a couple days on this. Some things came up, that I will have to explain later, and I just now found time to write. But, anyway, that's not important. If you can remember, due to our own ignorance, we'd accidentally called a horde of Z's upon us, ...whoops.
Each of us stood atop the railroad, motionless. The massive crowd of zombies surrounding us, perhaps sixty or so in total. "What the hell do we do Dagan,?" Cody calmly asked, though I'm sure he was on the brink of panic on the inside. But then again, so was I.
Now as you may or may not know, there is a certain function in any animals brain, this including humans, called fight or flight. Basically this means that in any life threatening situation, depending on the circumstances, the brain makes a split second decision. That it should either stay and fight or if there is no chance of survival, you can run away, hence flight. And at that moment, I'm sorry to say, we had no chance in hell of killing that many Zombies.
"Run like hell!" I shouted. The others didn't need to be told twice, they all took off at a dead sprint down, with me following shortly behind. I'd seen that Cory was still on the ground, and as I ran by stopped to haul him up by his shirt collar.
"T-thanks," he managed to get out.
"Stow it, and get your ass moving," I spat harshly. Now it may have seen mean, and probably irrational at the time, but I couldn't help but being pissed off at him, after all he'd brought and shot the gun that caused all of this! Though, however mean I'd been he reluctantly nodded, and we both took off.
The others had gotten a bit of head start, but Cory and I had managed to catch up to them in a matter of minutes. From that point we'd probably made it a good three-fourths of the way, and soon enough we'd find the main road where we could get off the tracks, and towards our destination.
Looking back I could see we were already being followed. A few of them had already made it up on top of the tracks, and were starting to drag themselves in our direction. It had been awhile since I'd seen a live Z, and I was begging to remember how awful they had been. Seeing the rotting flesh under decaying clothing, as well as there countless open wounds was enough to make me gag. Not to mention the fact that I was able to vaguely recognize a few of them.
Then, at that very moment the thought struck me. What if some of my old friends and family had been zombified?! And if it came down to it, what if I had to fight, possibly kill my love ones? What if we happened to run into my reanimated grandparents? Now I know grandpa had been tough, but he was also old. And grandma may not have been in any condition to fire a gun, with her being sick all the time. God, just thinking about it was to much to bear.
With all of these thoughts running through my head, it had been hard to concentrate on where I was going. So much so, I hadn't realized it until it was to late, that I'd tripped over a board under the rails.
I was sent flying towards the ground, and, out of instinct, I dropped my knives and threw my hands out to absorb the blow. But to no avail, it was to late, and my face smacked was against the side of the rail, hard! My head instantly recoiled from the blow, as the the pain began to swell up inside my cheek. Struggling, I looked up. Though to my surprise, the others had stopped for me.
"Dude are you all right?!" Cody shouted.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted back. "Don't worry about me, get your ass moving!" At first they hesitantly stood, but thank god they eventually took off and ran. Though, truth be told, I was the farthest thing from alright. My fuckin cheek bone had felt like it'd been broken, but if I'd let my pain show it'd only make them stay. And I couldn't have that.
After I'd let the pain die down a bit, I quickly scrambled to get up and took off myself. I didn't even bother turning to look how close the Z's were. Judging from the moans I was hearing they were practically upon me. Which gave me all the more reason to kick it in the ass.
Though, unfortunately I wasn't to far before one of them had caught up and jumped me from behind. The force of impact was enough to topple me to the ground yet again. Oh shit, I thought. If this thing lands on my back It might somehow take a chunk out of my neck, and then it's game over. Thinking quick, I somehow managed to maneuver myself to land on my back before impact with the the Z shorty following on my front side!
Luckily, I was able to catch him by his throat and lower chin, stopping his chances of biting me. However, it did nothing to keep it from trying with all it's might. Through half squinted eyes, I could see that this particular Z was unmistakably a male, early teens, probably not much younger than me. Though, soon all these appearances of humanity were forgotten when noticing the blood lust in it's eyes, and it's jaw constantly snapping down at you. And with my arms begging to weaken, I definitely knew that if I didn't kill it, it would kill me!
Panicking, I frantically felt around the tracks for my knives, when I realized I'd dropped them after my trip a ways back. Oh shit, I thought. Now panicked, desperately I searched the area around me for a replacement. I wasn't quite sure what I'd be looking for, perhaps a sharp stick, or a big rock to bash it's head in, I didn't care. But that's when I happened to come upon an old rusty railroad spike, perfect!
So with one hand keeping my attacker at bay, I snatched up the rail spike with the other. And with a roar of power, I thrust my weapon into his left eye socket! Soon The body went limp, and I was able to roll the Z off to the side, actually feeling some sense of relief. Unfortunately this, only revealed the entire horde, a few yards away!
"Holy shit!" I yelled, nearly crapping my pants as I got up. That's a shitload of Z's, was all I could think, as I sprinted away.
When I'd finally caught up to the others we were coming up on the road running through the tracks, and if you'd taken a quick look behind us, it was easy to see the horde had caught up.
"Get on the road!" I screamed behind everyone. Reluctantly they'd all obeyed, and one by one we each took a hard right onto the road, sprinting towards the two story blue building a few houses down that was our safe haven.
It wasn't long before we'd all reached the back door. By the time I'd gotten there Cody had already thrown open the screen door and was going to town on the main door handle handle! "It's locked!" he cried, frantic. Ha, I thought silently. Leave to my grandparents to leave the door locked at a time like this.
"Move!" I bellowed. With everyone off to the side, I knelt down and pulled aside the door mat, luckily, to reveal a shiny silver key. I quickly snatched it up and practically thrust it into the door handle and turned it to it's side, unlocking the door.
"Every one get inside and get down to the basement," I yelled, now ushering them in. And after everyone was through, I quickly followed, slamming the door shut behind me.
When inside, I scurried straight down to the basement from the back landing. When I'd reached the bottom the others were already standing around in the dark. "Where are the g-guns," Tony stammered.
"Hold you horses," I said casually, as I felt around in the darkness. When finally I felt the cool metal of the door handle. Pushing slightly I opened the door, leading us into a smaller room. I could hear the others file in behind me as I yanked down on the light string, illuminating the room.
Now, just looking around at that moment, I'm sure one could see quite the variety of guns lined along the walls, as well as there massive quantity. The others, jaw dropped as they stare. Shotguns, assorted hunting rifles, to 9mm or 45mm handguns, my grandpa had quite the collection.
"Now," I said grinning. "Here's your guns!"


~Dagan