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Chapter 1 It is finaly Here!

Chapter 1:
Damn you Umbrella Corp. Thanks to you I might have missed the new Episode of Scrubs….

Why me, why does every thing shitty have to happen to me. That is the question I always end up asking my self every time I get my self in a sticky wicket. The air is cold, nothing but rain pours from the sky. Surrounded! Of all the places to die, fuck me. Once more I reload the M911 then position target in the center and pull the trigger. The weapon is loud, the bullet deadly it speeds towards the victims head.

“Thirteen!” I yell.

From a few feet away I hear Christine yell, “Goddamn you! You little fuckers!” She screams as she squeezes off a few rounds from the assault rifle she had taken off of Drew’s lifeless corpse. Three of them fall to the ground. “Curtis, I need some more ammo!” I toss her a clip, and she reloads quickly takes aim and takes down five more. “HAHA, take that you Mother Fuckers!” I yell as I unload five rounds into the masses bodies surrounding us.

“Steve!” I yell, “Look out behind you man!” He turns just in time to blast half of his assailants head off. “Take that ya’ bitch!” “Hey Curtis, where is Sam’s team?” Off in the distance I could hear the sounds of heavy weapons fire. “I think he is a couple of blocks over, holding down 17th Street. Why?” I asked. “We can not hold this position any longer, Drews Dead, Seth was bitten, and we are almost out of ammo!” “If we stay hear we ain’t gonna’ last long!”
Christine pipes up, “Well at least we will die in glorious combat!” “Take that you little SOB!” As she puts a slug right into the head of a zombie. “Fuck, these things just won’t fucking die.”

Thinking for a moment, I make a decision, “Alright every one lets fall back to General Jackson’s position.” “MOVE!” “Would you stop calling him that; he is not a real general!” Remarks Christine, as she proceeds to bludgeon a zombie with the butt of her rifle. Steve pipes up from behind a bench, “But he is Samuel L. Mother-Fuckin’ Jackson!” “That alone makes him worthy of the title, doesn’t it? I mean he is almost like a god, if you really think about it, right?” Seth finally intervenes, “This is not the goddamn time to be arguing weather or not Samuel Jackson is a goddamn general, Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you people I could be on the verge of turning into a fucking flesh eating zombie bitch, and you want to argue Sam Jackson’s divinity!” He raises his anti-tank rifle takes aim and puts a hole the size of a truck tire through twelve zombies.


“Steve” I yell, “Pick up Seth and get back to 17th Street, Christine and I will be along shortly as soon as we find Stephanie and Jason, now MOVE!” Steve waste’s no time in carrying out my orders and slinging our good friend over his shoulder begins sprinting towards our fall back line. Thinking to my self, “I wonder if I am gonna get to see that new episode of Scrubs?” “Christine lets move Jason and Stephanie are held up in the Burger King on 9th Street, we must make an honest effort to save them, after all they are you Husband and one of your best friends respectively.” She looks at me with a funny look, then laughs. “Ha! I think Jason can handle him self, he doesn’t need me to come running in and save the day. After all he is Navel intelligence!” As we take off running for the Burger King, I can’t help but feel like something big is about to happen.

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