"Ok, time for a break," Ted, our unofficial leader, announced when we reached an open clearing with woods to one side and a cliff on the other. He lay down his pack and left his AK-47 an the grass next to him. Finally we had been traveling for hours and by now I felt half dead.
I pulled my turkey sandwich out from my bag and began to eat, silently. None of us had the energy to talk, except Mark. Of course. It seemed like he had been raised to do this. Even Ted who was like a bear in human form could barely get up to go take a piss.
"So, how is this uncle of yours?" Mark asked, trying to make conversation, "Is he nice?"
"Good", Jack answered, although I wasn't even sure if he heard Mark's question.
"Hey Ted sup with you?"
"Mark, you seem energetic, why don't you go scout ahead," an irritated Ted said.
"Sure," Mark answered not noticing Ted's sarcasm.
Mark left behind his M1 Garande, because it was heavy, and only brought with him his revolver and machete.
After about half an hour we heard six gunshots go off and then saw Mark coming, "There's dozens of em, we gotta leave, right now."
"We can't," Ted said, motioning to the steep cliff to our left and zombies pouring out of the forest on the other side. "Were trapped."
Suddenly two zombies fell, then three more, blood splattering onto the grass, "come on, help me out here," Jack ordered aiming his rifle for another zombie. I pulled my benelli from my pack and opened fire. "BOOM' my shot killed one and shoved three of them back into the ground, guts were sprayed covering even more.
Ted opened fire with his AK. With a look of determination filling his face, he used up his first clip on semi-automatic failing to get a head-shot only ten times. With the combined firepower of our four guns the tide began to turn. Soon our fire had cleared out most of the zombies except for a few gory stragglers, which Jack finished off.
"Wow, we dominated", announced Mark, still his optimistic self, ignoring the intestines and blood that was only a few feet from him
"There goes our ammo," said Ted, "Lets count how much we got."
Our final count was: 10 12gauge shotgun shells, 1 AK-47 clip, One full m1 clip, 2 full clips for the sniper rifle, Baretta with 15 rounds, 10 desert eagle rounds, 12 .44 revolver rounds, and no rounds for my 9mm.
"I think we got enough," said Ted, "and Pete, use this". He handed me a .22 pistol, we hadn't even bothered counting its ammo. "It doesn't look like much, but in close range it is light and can still penetrate a skull."
"Thanks", I mumbled, planning on putting the gun in my bag and forgetting about it. But when I held it I liked the feel and decided to shove it in my belt, just in case.
"The gunshots will have attracted more zed-heads," Ted announced, "we gotta move."
Yay more miles of walking, I thought to myself sarcastically. Then heard Mark announce it, and laughed for the first time in a while.