December 9, 2012

• +– XZA –+ : Run

  Well it has been a long gap, seems I get a bit scared of long running series writing wise and try to run from it much like a horde of zombies after i’ve started

  But fear not I am back, and so is TokyoExpressman who rocks! at zombie stuff

  ~Tales of Tokyo~

  Part One: OutBreak

  Part Two: Hack & Slacker

  Part Three: Hi I’m Jamie

  Part Four: Follow The Rules

  ~Pony Tales~

  Part One: Note From Mom

  ~Fallen Saint~

  Part One: Dans Last Post
  

  Part Two: The Beginning of The End

  Part Three: The Fallen Saint

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  Part Four: Garbage of The Dead

  Bede ran full pace down the echoing street, the horde wasn’t fast but he knew they would keep coming until he lost them and they never got tired. Reaching the end of the side street he’d gone down he looked up and down the car strewn mainstreet. For a moment it was silent then as the gurgling moans gathered behind him they were matched and joined by others some to the right then more to the left, then suddenly the clattering shattering of windows breaking and grey darkly blood splattered arms and bodies came pouring out of shop fronts, 2nd floor windows, side alleys…they were everywhere.

  Bedes heart pounded in his chest, for a moment he paused stunned and mentally kicking himself for falling into such a stupid trap.

  ‘This shit really happens!’ He hissed through gritted teeth, flashbacks of all the times he’s complained about the obvious mistakes of characters in zombie films.

  ‘Fuck it!…they’ll have to rip me limb from limb before I stop’ The thought worked like an electric shock, sending his muscles into violent action. He gripped his shotgun tightly and started off down the slight slope. It was a long run to get back to the river and his boat, and what security was a boat anyway? maybe he should find an open road and a car?

  He ran, dodging between cars and out stretched arms until he could reach the relatively clear centre of the street. As far as he could see down the street shambling figures were moving, slowly filling the streets ahead, more and more of them. Eventually the way looked blocked, vacant eyes and blood stained hands making a slowly advancing wall, looking behind offered no escape.

  The blast of the shotgun ripped through the air for a moment becoming the only sound in his world until the orchestra of moans re-began. The zombie who he’d shot exploded backwards, a bloody spray scattering across those close by. The second barrel decapitated another shambling corpse and Bede was through, slamming the heavy buttstock of his rifle hard into a young girls’ head as he passed.

  As he ran he cracked the barrel and re-loaded, almost immediately emptying both barrels into another two growling zombies. Again and again he cracked and unloaded his shotgun, two, four, six, eight. Two at a time his shells ran lower and lower and still they came.

  Dodging, firing, leaping clear of grasping clawing hands. It was all starting to take its toll, sweat beaded on his forehead and made his back feel cold and slick under his armour. He’s reached the end of a long main road, he no longer knew where he was or where to go. Looking up he saw nothing but the grey buildings and jagged gothic skyline, everything looked dead, oppressive and cruel.

  He rested for a moment back against a building, ahead of him they kept coming, they were faster now almost as if they were fired up, it wouldn’t be long now.

  Then something caught his eye way up near the top of the road he’d just run down, it was like a sparkling wave, shimmering bits of glass caught in the low pale sunlight. Then the noise hit him, a screeching thud and the roar of a large engine struggling to gain speed.

  From the hidden side road a large yellow garbage truck careened out into view, cars and unlucky zombies being sent in sudden arcs left and right or vanishing underneath it’s wheels. The lights danced and bounced as the vehicle picked up speed down the slope a terrible repeating flesh crunch sound signifying its passage through the throng.

  Bede shouldered his weapon once more and took out two more fast approaching zombies, but now the back of the mob pressing in on him were starting to falter, they turned their gaping mouths and sightless eyes towards the oncoming wall of noise and movement. I few more lurched at him and fell ontop of each other with well timed blows from the stock and then with seconds to spare he charged the left side wall of zombies knocking them in all directions like a pins in a bowling alley before he plummeted through the already shattered plate glass of a storefront.

  The truck in a whining hissing cloud of burnt rubber and shattering bloody zombies skidded to a juddering stop, half of its wheels locking as the back span round like some massive yellow medieval weapon of war, bodies and limbs ricocheting off it’s side leaving a modern art of bright spattered red and rusty industrial yellow.

  Bede lifted himself painfully out of the pool of glass, clothing and debris. The store was scattered with body parts and still moving bodies, zombies that had been thrown aside by the force of the truck.

  “GET IN!” The voice lifted over the grumbling engine and the hissing hydraulic brakes and sent action back into Bede’s tired body.

  “Margo??!” He said incredulous but still moving as he spoke. A few limbless heads snapped at him from the blood soaked pavement but only a few quick bounds and he was pulling himself up into the warm comfortingly industrial smelling cabin of the truck. Sitting in the drivers seat was a middle aged woman with pale blonde hair/

  “Margo…when I heard your message I thought you were..”

  “If you’d not drawn them away I would have been” She released the brakes and slammed the vehicle into drive, it shuddered for a moment as she struggled with the right balance and then they lurched forwards, weaving to and fro between the abandoned cars until they picked up speed.

  “I think it’s time we got out of here, and I have an idea how” She turned for a moment to look at him smiling a world weary but still hopeful smile.

  Bede smiled weakly back, and rested back against the door, feeling it’s hardness. That had been close, too close. This was no longer a world where you could take frivolous risks, every moment was a risk it was all about picking the lesser of two evils now.

  He set his jaw, teeth clenching and reloaded his shotgun.

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  It is so weird writing about myself I much prefer to make everything up rather than base it on reality. Anyway sorry again for the super long delay with my last cliff hanger, who knows this time I might get on with it sooner. The only Xangan i’ve added in so far hasn’t been on Xanga for ages >.< so I really need to get to some place more populated with Xangans

   

   

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