Zombies Unleashed

Fear slowly consumed him as he began to sweat and shake, though he still tried to control it.

The creatures watched him, clearly confused as to why he wasn't moving.

The older male nodded and pushed his glasses up as he began to drive.

Carlos laid still on the ground, trying not to make any noticable movements which could be triggered by his fear.

Skye pointed in the direction, prefering to remain silent.

Vincent now seemed more desperate, he was glad that the red head had told him everything straight away (and he was glad that his wife hadn't heard). He explained exactly what they would have to do. "There's an old van five minutes from here, get there and wait for me."

The red head soon found himself in the passenger seat of the van, next to Vincent. Three men sat in the back; two with skill in fire arms, the other a medic. "What direction did they take him in?" Vincent asked sternly.

It all spilled from the red head's mouth about exactly what'd happened, all the details. He couldn't stop himself, it was mainly the fear that was fueling him right now.
"H-h-he.. he said to get help..."
The adrenaline rush starting to fail him, he could feel his whole body aching. His chest worst of all.

The brown haired male, that was Carlos' father, glanced at the red head. Instantly, he noticed something was wrong. "... Where's Carlos?" He asked in a calm yet serious tone.

Skye was terrorfied, scrambling to his feet he ran into the small town and into the only place he knew someone, Carlos' house.
He was shaking like a leaf and completely out of breath by the time he reached the house. His chest pounding loudly.

As the darker haired male was dragged away by the undead, he told his friend to get help.

He kept his movement to a minimum, hoping the zombies would think he was dead knowing full well that ghouls prefer the taste of fresh flesh.

After half an hour the two were just outside of the saftey area, but before either could get inside they were quite literally jumped by a load of zombies who took Carlos and left Skye.

((*shrugs* Zombie attack and one of them gets dragged away?))

Despite how awkward and uncomfortable this was for them both Carlos was determined to help.

(( XD how? ))

"thanks...."
It was a rather awkward way for him to walk with Carlos being that much older, and taller than him.

((Shall we be mean to them in some way? ;D))

Smiling weakly at his friend, he slid himself under the red heads arm and began to help him walk and lead the way back to the town.

Skye nodded, even though he didn't want to go back he couldn't risk staying out in the middle of no-where in this state.

Walking closer to his companion, he helped him stand properly. "We need to get back to the town."

"Fine as well..." he gave Carlos a small smile and tried his hardest not to show how much pain he was currently in.

Carlos glanced at his friend, a slight smile on his face. "I'm fine... What about you?" He asked.

Hurrying back to the building where he had left his red head companion, he barged through the door and glanced at his friend. He let out a sigh of relief, glad that his friend wasn't harmed.

Looking up after hearing footsteps Skye sighed with reliefe to see it was only Carlos.
"A-are ... are you ok?" He asked whilst leaning against a wall to attempt to keep his blance.

Hurrying back to the building where he had left his red head companion, he barged through the door and glanced at his friend. He let out a sigh of relief, glad that his friend wasn't harmed.

Meanwhile Skye was struggling not to cry out loud from the pain. Whimpering he stood up shakily.

The dark haired older male leant over and caught his breath, he was lucky that it didn't go on any longer. As he had run out of bullets. He wasn't expecting such a full blown attack, he didn't even know that many zombies existed.

After an hour or so all of them had died or turned to dust.

Backing away at the same pace as the zombies were advancing, Carlos continued to take them out one by one.

The undead looked at Carlos and slowly made their way towards him, their numbers slowly decreasing.

Landing on the floor with a slight thump, he turned his attention the undead and began to shoot at them with his rifle.