the penthouse living room right next to the zombie cage from an adjacent room. He came out shouting angrily:
“Dammit. Now what?”
He turned to look at the door, growling annoyingly and was just as equally surprised to see us as we were to see him. I can’t tell just how long we stood there staring at each other, and it probably was only a second, but it seemed like an eternity. For my part, I was hesitating to shoot. I could kill zombies but there was an apparent detachment when it came to killing the dead. It was an oxymoron, killing the dead, and I never felt guilty. But here we would have to kill a living human being, albeit, an allegedly asshole one.
For that man’s thoughts, I will never know. The confusion we saw on his face was enough. Tague immediately opened fire on him, hitting him twice in succession in the upper body. The man dropped down behind a couch in front of the cage. Tague shouted at me and we both rushed in to duck behind some of the furniture. The zombies hanging from the ceiling began twisting so violently that they were spinning around like a sick disco ball. Meanwhile, the ones in the cage were fighting through each other to reach out through the cage, reaching at the man behind the couch and at the commotion in general. Behind us, many of the women began screaming.
And through it all, the man on the couch never stirred.
We began moving from chair to couch, trying to get to the man we had shot, all the while keeping an eye on the one comatose on the couch. I felt like a super soldier, ducking behind every piece of furniture around. I realized later that if we had met anyone with decent armament, a felt cushion wouldn’t have stopped any bullets. Tague reached the shot man first. He was sitting up against the back of the couch, bleeding heavily, holding his chest, but not quite dead. He had no weapons near him that we could see. I walked over toward the one on the couch, holding my weapon pointed at him the whole time. Behind me I heard someone whimper, “shoot him.” At this point, I still didn’t know which one was which.
Tague stood up next to the couch.
“What should I do?” he asked, gesturing down to the heavily wounded man.
I was still pointing my gun at the man on the couch, wondering the same. I could hear some of the women entering the room, but I dared not take my eyes off the man. Then, things really got wild.
Tague took his eyes off the wounded man to see who was coming in, and the wounded man found a burst of energy, stood up, and lunged at the cage. Tague spun around, firing three shots into the man, completely killing him this time, but not before the man had pulled on a lever or crank that began a chain reaction of events. Whatever was holding the cage walls up released them, and the large metal bars came clanging down. Tague jumped out of the way just in time, falling to the ground. The zombies came stumbling out, falling over themselves. The first ones went straight to the body of the now dead man and began to rip flesh off of him. The rest of the zombies came spilling out into the room. The women screamed and I heard a scramble to leave the room. I took one glance at the man on the couch, who still hadn’t moved. Whatever he was under was potent.
Tague was backpedalling along the floor, scuttling backwards like a crab until he got to the steps that surrounded the living room area of the penthouse room. He sat there for a second and then fired three times, skillfully bringing down three of the zombies. I fired five times, but was only able to really kill one. I cursed my lack of shooting skills at the moment, and began looking around for something far more my style. When I looked on the wall to my right, I saw my prize.
The wall had a wide assortment of swords hanging from racks.
I would like to make a confession. It is clear that the events on this island were important to me and my group for many reasons, but I have to admit that what I found upon that wall
“Dammit. Now what?”
He turned to look at the door, growling annoyingly and was just as equally surprised to see us as we were to see him. I can’t tell just how long we stood there staring at each other, and it probably was only a second, but it seemed like an eternity. For my part, I was hesitating to shoot. I could kill zombies but there was an apparent detachment when it came to killing the dead. It was an oxymoron, killing the dead, and I never felt guilty. But here we would have to kill a living human being, albeit, an allegedly asshole one.
For that man’s thoughts, I will never know. The confusion we saw on his face was enough. Tague immediately opened fire on him, hitting him twice in succession in the upper body. The man dropped down behind a couch in front of the cage. Tague shouted at me and we both rushed in to duck behind some of the furniture. The zombies hanging from the ceiling began twisting so violently that they were spinning around like a sick disco ball. Meanwhile, the ones in the cage were fighting through each other to reach out through the cage, reaching at the man behind the couch and at the commotion in general. Behind us, many of the women began screaming.
And through it all, the man on the couch never stirred.
We began moving from chair to couch, trying to get to the man we had shot, all the while keeping an eye on the one comatose on the couch. I felt like a super soldier, ducking behind every piece of furniture around. I realized later that if we had met anyone with decent armament, a felt cushion wouldn’t have stopped any bullets. Tague reached the shot man first. He was sitting up against the back of the couch, bleeding heavily, holding his chest, but not quite dead. He had no weapons near him that we could see. I walked over toward the one on the couch, holding my weapon pointed at him the whole time. Behind me I heard someone whimper, “shoot him.” At this point, I still didn’t know which one was which.
Tague stood up next to the couch.
“What should I do?” he asked, gesturing down to the heavily wounded man.
I was still pointing my gun at the man on the couch, wondering the same. I could hear some of the women entering the room, but I dared not take my eyes off the man. Then, things really got wild.
Tague took his eyes off the wounded man to see who was coming in, and the wounded man found a burst of energy, stood up, and lunged at the cage. Tague spun around, firing three shots into the man, completely killing him this time, but not before the man had pulled on a lever or crank that began a chain reaction of events. Whatever was holding the cage walls up released them, and the large metal bars came clanging down. Tague jumped out of the way just in time, falling to the ground. The zombies came stumbling out, falling over themselves. The first ones went straight to the body of the now dead man and began to rip flesh off of him. The rest of the zombies came spilling out into the room. The women screamed and I heard a scramble to leave the room. I took one glance at the man on the couch, who still hadn’t moved. Whatever he was under was potent.
Tague was backpedalling along the floor, scuttling backwards like a crab until he got to the steps that surrounded the living room area of the penthouse room. He sat there for a second and then fired three times, skillfully bringing down three of the zombies. I fired five times, but was only able to really kill one. I cursed my lack of shooting skills at the moment, and began looking around for something far more my style. When I looked on the wall to my right, I saw my prize.
The wall had a wide assortment of swords hanging from racks.
I would like to make a confession. It is clear that the events on this island were important to me and my group for many reasons, but I have to admit that what I found upon that wall
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