The Dead Walk, A living nightmare

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Rick woke to a thumping sound. He cautiosly got up to investigate. He grabbed his rifle and walked toward the source of the noise. He walked up the stairs to the trapdoor that led to the main level. He cautiosly lifted it up. He saw thousands of zombies crowding the bar. He close the door and stepped back.

"Shit!"Rick muttered.

"What's wrong?" Sheila asked.

"Theres more of them. Like a lot more. They just keep coming. There's no way we can stop them. It's only an amount of time before they find us." Rick answered.

"What's with all the noise, i'm trying to sleep." Shawn said.

"Can it Shawn. We have more important things to worry about than you." Rick said.

"Like how were gonna' get out of here." Sheila said.

"Watever. We're all dead anyways so what's the point of even trying." Shawn said.

"If you don't give a shit why don't you go out there it'll be doin' us all a favor by getting rid of dead wait!" Rick snapped.

"You know I might just do that! Shawn yells.

Shawn gets up and starts to walk towards the door. But Sheila steps in front of him.

"Shawn sit your ass down and stop bitchin'! Rick leave him the hell alone!" Sheila shouts.

Shawn turns around and sits down on the floor. Rick just turns and starts polishing his rifle.

"Hey, were's John?" Sheila asks.

"I don't know." Rick sais. "He's probly drinkin' again."

Then they hear the sound of bottle crashing.

"Oh shit!" Rick sais. He gets up and aims his rifle at the trapdoor.

Sheila runs toward the sound then John staggers and falls into Sheila's arms.

"He's drunk again!" Sheila calls out.

"Shhhhhhhhh!" Rick hisses.

Shawn stands up with a bat in his hand. They wait...nothing. Rick sets down his rifle and sits down on the floor.

Shawn drops the bat and lays down.

"Sheila keep an eye on John until he's sober again I don't want him causing any more trouble." Rick sais.

Sheila nods then lays John down. The survivors sit waiting as the day goes on.

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Rick woke with hunger the next day. They hadn't eaten for 2 days. Rick sat up and glanced around at the survivors. He stopped at Sheila. He just stared at her. Sheila would come to the bar with her husband Derrick often, usually 3 times a week. Rick liked her the first time he met her, but he couldn't express his feelings because she had a boyfriend. But when the outbreak started all that changed. Derrick had supposedly died in the outbreak which left Sheila alone. A loud noise caught Ricks attention from Sheila. He got up and picked up his rifle. He heard the noise again. THen all of a sudden he heard the snapping of wood. He looked up at the trapdoor. Part of the wood was breaking. He saw fingers reach in the little tiny crack.

"Shit!" Rick yelled as he raised his rifle. He aimed at the trapdoor. His finger quivered on the trigger. Then he held his breath and pulled the trigger. The noise of the gun had been loud...too loud. Suddenly all the noise stopped. Then repeated banging sounds occured.

"Everyone! Wake up! We need to go...NOW!" Rick screamed over the noise.

Sheila got up quickly. Wiping the weariness from her eyes. Shawn was next. He grabbed his bat and his blanket. John was still out cold. Sheila went over to him.

"John! John wake up! Come on John! WAKE UP!" Sheila yelled as she shook John.

"Uuuuhhhhh...." John groaned as he fell to the floor.

"It's no good Rick. He's still out cold." Sheila said to Rick.

"Great....Just great." Rick replies as he rolls up his blanket.

"I say we leave him." Shawn says.

"We can't leave him, i'm not letting one of my friends die." Rick says.

Rick rolls up his blanket and stuffs it in a duffel bag. He grabs Sheila's and Shawn's blankets from them and shoves them into the duffel bag. Sheila grabs a tennis racket from the floor. Rick walks over to John. He bends down and picks him up.

"Come on let's go!" Rick yells as he starts walking up the stairs. Sheila follows close behind. Shawn struggles for a minute grabbing the duffel bag, the he lifts it over his shoulder and follows. The reach the trapdoor that's being broken apart by countless hands of the undead. Rick raises his rifle and shoots into the crack in the trapdoor. The thud of a body hit's the floor. Rick reloads and fires again. Another thud.

"On three we go...ok?" Rick said.

"K" Sheila answered.

"Yeah" Shawn answered.

"1.....2.....3!" Rick said. Then the uses al his strength and pushes the door up. He feels the zombies fly crumple to the floor as he lifts the trapdoor. Rick climbs out and shoots at a zombie. The bullet goes through the zombies head! Blood splatters over the bar floor. Rick reloads waiting for another shot. He hears Sheila swing her tennis racket. And then the sickening sound of cracked skull. He sees Shawn mercilessly batter a zombie until it's nothing more than a pile of rotting meat.

"We need to go Rick!" Shawn yells as he swings his bat into the face of a zombie.

Rick nods and shoots at a zombie.

"Come On!" Rick yells as he shoots at another zombie.

"Head for the door!" Rick yells. Shawn turns and runs after Rick. Sheila swings her racket again then turns and follows Rick. The trio slowly make there way through the horde of zombies. Rick shoots a zombie in the head. Then he reaches down to reload. He then realizes he's out of ammo.

"Damn it!" Rick yells as swings his rifle as a bat. knocking a zombie to the floor. They keep going through the horde until they see they reach the door. Rick kicks open the door knocking a few zombies to the ground. They run through the door panting.

"We made it! WE MADE IT!" Sheila yells.

"Not yet." Shawn says as he turns around. The other two turn to see the streets filled with zombies. Rick looks around and sees a bus lying on it's side.

"There! Head for that bus!" Rick shouts as he points to the bus. He starts running to the bus. With the other two not far behind. Rick swings at a standing zombie knocking it on it's ass. Then he keeps running swinging at the zombies that block his way. When he's about to reach the bus it happens. A zombie lunges at Rick and knocks John off his back to the floor. The zombie pinns Rick down trying to bite him. Rick struggles then he kicks the zombie off. Rick gets up and stares in horror as zombie's start ripping John apart. Rick grimaces at the sight. Rick tries to go help him but Shawn stops him.

"He's gone Rick....He's gone. Now come on! We need to get in the bus." Shawn yells to Rick. Rick nods and then climbs into the bus. When they get in Sheila closes the doors. Immediately Shawn walks through the rows of seats. Smacking any zombies that might be alive. Sheila meanwhile tries to find a way to baricade the door. She's unlucky however and can't find a way to baricade the door.

"We need to leave tomorrow to find better shelter." Sheila says. Shawn nods and sets his bat down. He looks at Rick. Rick is just sitting there staring at the floor. Shawn opens his mouth to say something. But then closes it. The trio sits waiting for night to pass.