Y2K
Author: Quatez Reid

Chapter 18
The Road to Francis

Boyd: On the count of THREE. One!

*Blood drops off Smitty's head*

Boyd: TWO...!

*Paul loads a magazine in the rifle*

Boyd: THREE!

[Boyd kicks the doors to the van open and rushes out and stabs the first dumbie in the neck...]

GET OUT! GET THE HELL OUT NOW! GO! GO! GOOOOOOOOO!!!! DAMN IT!

[Everyone files out as fast as they can...but Vonotar takes an extended amount of time because of his injuries, which are even worse than they thought. He has glass lodged in his chest and stomach as well as his arms and hands...]

Vonotar: So much...unhh....for my profiles!

*Francis wraps her arm around him and tries to support his weight on her shoulder*

Francis: YOU'RE GONNA BE OK!

Vonotar: I never said I wasn't! You know...this area?!

Francis: YEAH! MY HOUSE IS ABOUT...300 Feet from here!

Smitty: You're kidding right?!

Francis: The HELL would I joke about that for?!

Paul: GUYS! WE NEED TO GET GOING! SERIOUSLY!

[A group of dumbies approach them, but Smitty runs at them and swings his M4 like a bat, smashing two of their heads. Boyd runs up and stabs the rest....]

Boyd: PUSH FORWARD GOD DAMMMIT! MOVE!

[Francis tries to fire at a dumbie but can't get the rifle up far enough. Vonotar tilts her weapon up towards three dumbie's heads, and she pulls the trigger...]

BLOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!

Boyd: GOD DAMN IT! I TOLD YOU NOT TO FIRE UNLESS YOU HAD TO!

Francis: I HAD TO! PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR OWN SECTOR!

Boyd: YOU BETTER WATCH OUT!

[Smitty knocks a dumbie over and stomps on his head! Paul follows him and butt-strokes a dumbie in the face as it tries to bite Smitty in the back...]

Smitty: THANKS!

Paul: Don't mention it!

Vonotar: WAIT! GUYS! THERE'S GASOLINE and OIL HERE!

Paul: Yeah, and?!

Vonotar: ANYONE GOT A LIGHTER!?

Smitty: You gonna kill us all?!

Vonotar: NO! THERES TOO MANY! I'M CREATING A DIVERSION!

Boyd: NO TIME!

*Boyd pulls out an M9 handgun and shoots at the van*

GET LOW!

[The final shot Boyd shoots ignites the oil and causes a fire, which will eventually blow up the van...]

Vonotar: EVERYONE RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!

[As they are running, the van explodes, and the shrapnel hits Boyd in the back of the leg. He falls forward face first into the ground. Smitty turns around to get him...]

I'M COMING BATTLE!

Boyd: WATCH YOUR SIX!

[Smitty runs through scores of dumbies, smacking them in the faces, or hitting them in the gut...]

Vonotar: IF HE KEEPS UP, HE WONT MAKE IT!

Paul: THATS WHY WE PROVIDE COVER FIRE! DR, WATCH OUR SIX! VONOTAR, HAND ME THAT GODDAMN RIFLE! TAKE THIS PISTOL!

*Paul hands his wife off to Vonotar*

[Vonotar hands over the sniper rifle and Paul takes up a rifleman's stance, shouldering the weapon perfectly to minimize as much recoil as possible. Everytime a dumbie gets close, he puts a round into their brain...]

Smitty: HES GOOD!

Boyd: HES A TRUE SOLDIER! NOW GET ME UP! MY LEG...GOT SOMETHIN' IN IT!

*Smitty pulls the makeshift bandage off his head and makes it a tourniquet*

I'm a little rusty on CLS, but this should last you about 100 meters!

You just gonna LEAVE that in my LEG?!

Smitty: We Don't need you GETTING INFECTED! WE DON'T HAVE HOSPITAL SUPPORT!

[Smitty lifts up Boyd, who can now only use one leg, limping with the other one. Together they move as fast as they can. When dumbies get too close, if they haven't been picked off by Paul, they get stabbed in the eye by Boyd. They finally reach the rest of the crew...]

Francis: My house is just up ahead!

Vonotar: Well, you have your keys don't you...?

Francis:...I...Uh...FORGOT ABOUT THAT! DAMN IT!

Smitty: Whats up?

Francis: The KEYS are still in the CAR...the FIRST ONE THAT FLIPPED!

Smitty: I'm...noticing...a trend here...

Vonotard: Well, don't you have extras WOMAN?

Francis: Extra...extra...OH YES! COVER ME PAUL!

Paul: WE ONLY GOT THREE ROUNDS LEFT!

Francis: I used to run track a couple years ago! You'll only need-

Boyd: Umm...AREN'T YOU FORGETTING YOUR ANKLE?!

Francis: GOD DAMMMMMMMMMMM IT!

Smitty: I'll go! I'm the only one light enough and small enough to get in there quick!

Francis: But...but...

Paul: WE AINT GOT TIME! TELL HIM!

Boyd: YEAH, TELL him!

Francis: When you get to the house, you'll have to dig in the garden! Behind the first row of Azaleas. About 3ft down...there's a box! The key is in the box!

Smitty: Even with only one good eye, even I can do that!

Smitty hands Francis his M4

Francis: THEN GO!

[Smitty takes off in full sprint. Some dumbies lie in wait for him, but he jumps on a car parked off to the side of them; runs on the roof, then the hood and hops off to avoid them. Some more fiends lie in wait, and so he tries to jump on another car, but they anticipate his move. When they go for him, he vaults over them and lands with a dive, right into Francis' garden...]

Smitty: Azaleas...Azaleas...Damn it! I don't know what Azaleas look like! Instinctively, Smitty just starts to dig into the ground.

NOTHIN' HERE!

*Smitty digs behind another row of flowers*

DAMN! NOTHIN'!

[The fiends then start to close in on Smitty, and in desperation, he just starts digging and pulling flowers out the ground. He finally finds a metal box...]

FOUND IT!

[Quickly, he scrambles toward the door, but the ground is too soft for his attempts at a high speed take off. The dumbies close in on his while he is trying to get his footing...]

DAMN IT! CALM DOWN SMITTY!

[When Smitty finally gets up the right way, a stronger dumbie grabs his leg and drags him across the grass...]

LET...ME...GO YOU...GODDAMN...DAMN...GEEK!

[Smitty rotates his body and kicks the dumbie in the jaw bone. Two more dumbies walk over to Smitty with their mouths open and eyes rolled back...]

It was a bad idea to give her my weapon!

PKOW!!

[A hole appears in the dumbie's head the size of a watermelon. Its brains land on Smitty's lap...]

Paul: GET UP SMITH! I KNEW YOU CAN'T SPELL LOST WITHOUT L-T!

PKOW! PKOW!

*The other two ghouls drop on top of each other*

Boyd: PUT THE KEY IN....BATTLE!

[Smitty knocks the brains of his lap and scrambles toward the door. He shuffles nervously to put the key in the lock, and misses a couple times. He finally puts the key in the lock and turns the handle...SUCCESS!...]

*Smitty gives a wave to everyone to let them know its ok, and everyone makes their best attempt to speed up to get to the house. After a few hectic minutes, everyone makes it safely inside*

 

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