Zombies Unleashed

Carlos now looked rather embarrassed. "Uhh... Thanks..." He said quietly, trying not to show how much of an idiot he felt like. "...You coming?"

"it's not the right way, you're heading into their nest..." the boy told Carlos as he rubbed his sore shoulder "You want to go back and take the other road"

Glancing over at Skye, Carlos rolled his eyes slightly. "Yes. I know they'll be back." He said and glanced down the path. "...I'm not sure if this is the right way, though..."

Skye began to clamber down the side of the building which he'd been standing ontop of. Eventually he reached the bottom and looked over at Carlos.
"You do know that they'll be back soon..."

Firing one last shot, Carlos lowered his rifle and began to breath deeply as he tried to calm himself down.

Eventually the zombies started to disperse, realising that they were fighting a loosing battle.

Not caring where the brick had come from, the male considered this a perfect chance to get back into form. Tossing the zombie over his shoulder and to the floor, he raised his rifle and began taking shots at any zombie who came within view.

It leant in, ready to bite Carlos.
Suddenly a rather loud thud came from the creatures head as a brick hit it and fell the floor.
The red head, although still in alot of pain, was stood ontop of a building lobbing stones and other heavy items down at the zombies that approached Carlos.

Letting out a yell of surprise, he attempted to hit the zombie away with the end of his rifle. Despite his brave attempts to fight them off, he was actually terrified.

One lunged at Carlos.

Skidding to a halt, the male began to catch his breath. He raised his rifle and looked around. Despite the fact he couldn't see any of the undead, he knew they were there somewhere due to the constant moans and shuffling of feet.

The creatures started to surround the dark haired male, appearing from between buildings.

"Huh?"
He heard the shuffling and glanced behind him, the zombies were barely visible but he naturally assumed that he had been followed. He began to run down the left path hoping it was the right way.

A shuffling sound came from behind Carlos.

Stopping at a junction in the path, he glanced down each route before slapping himself in the face. "Which way...?" He mumbled as he continued to look down the routes, knowing that time was the most important thing he had.

As the man was running the zombies watched silently, whilst at the same time creeping closer to the male.

As nightfall finally came, the man knew he had to get back to the town quickly. The zombies were a lot harder to kill during the night due to the lack of light obscuring vision. He began to jog, keeping his rifle at the ready.

The red head simply crawled into and empty building and curled up.

The man, however, was now a considerable distance away from the boy. Despite the fact that he seemed to be wandering aimlessly, he was doing his job; finding any surviving people and telling them where to go.

The boy meanwhile had resorted to sitting back down holding his wounded shoulder trying to keep his breathing normal.

Not bothering to look back at the younger male, Carlos raised one hand (his way of saying goodbye). "There's a town not to far from here, just a bit that way..." He pointed in the direction of west. "Probably the safest place around here. I suggest you go there."

Using the wall behind him to support himself he pushed himself up from the floor, wincing as the movement put strain on his already sore heart.

Reloading his rifle, he looked back at Skye and signalled that it was safe to move. Standing up straight, the man continued walking in the direction that they had been running in.

Skye kept as silent as he could, his heart thumped loudly in his chest.
The two hadn't been followed and the coast was clear.

Carlos continued to run, untill they had reached a slightly covered area. Telling Skye to keep quiet, the man checked behind the rubbled that shielded them from view to see if they had been followed.