BXBX NOVEL Chapter 4: Eat lead zombie.
1. Ate fast food three times a day.
2. Was obese to the point of needing a mobility scooter.
3. Knew how to work a firearm better than most of the law enforcement in the world.
'I say horse shit! Just because a person was from America didn't mean he knew how to shoot. Well, I personally knew my way around a gun, but it wasn't because I was American!'
My father was born in the seventies and had participated in three wars in Panama and Iraq. He might not have been a good father, but he was an excellent soldier.
Some of the few things I learned from him was how to throw a punch and fire a gun. The gun in my hand was a Colt 1911, one of the most iconic pieces of American engineering. And right now, this weapon of war was my sole means to survive this hellhole.
A 1911's effective range was anywhere within 160 ft. Right now, the zombies coming for me were already even closer than that. But even with certain death coming for me, I didn't fire.
Why? Well, for one, it had been a while since I actually went shooting. The other reason? Shooting a target did not mean you should open fire the moment it came into striking range.
I had five adult-sized zombies coming for me. If I was the protagonist of an anime I could score five head shots with five rounds. Simple, right?
Yeah… that was bullshit. In actual combat, the odds of you scoring repeated headshots in quick succession was a myth. The recoil of a weapon ate at one's stamina. Muzzle flip, muscle strain, hell even the wind affected each bullet. Only in games could you shoot a perfect bullet every time, all the time.
I ejected the magazine and pulled back the slide twice. No matter the model, a gun jamming was always a possibility. In this situation, that would be the end of me.
As there were no problems, after my checks I reinserted the magazine, pulled back the slide and cocked the hammer. The zombies were now close enough for me to see the features on their faces.
"Huff… disgusting. I guess no amount of CGI can…huff… beat the real thing," I wheezed.
My heart continued to pump blood at max output as my body strained. Strangely, my mind calmed down significantly when I made the decision to survive. By focusing my attention on the next sixty seconds, life became simple.
If I succeeded, I lived. If I failed to kill these five, I would die.
With my mind and body in sync, everything became quiet. The last time I had felt like this was when my dad had left me in the woods and I had taken down a gray wolf at 12 years old.
Focus. I breathed in. I breathed out. There.
With my hands gripping the gun firmly and my eyes looking down at the sights, I checked the zombies. Filthy, bleeding, and in pieces, this was the best description for them.
Three had no clothes on with some of their bones showing here and there. Two of them appeared to be recently deceased applicants. All five had their mouths open as saliva dripped down. A symphony of groans and guttural sounds accompanied them as they walked towards me briskly.
Luckily the zombies did not seem to run all out, otherwise, I would have already died. With eyes the color of fogged glass, their outstretched arms pointed towards me. Surely each of them intended to hold me down and bite the living shit out of me. Unfortunately for them, I was no longer the same.
When they came near enough that I could see their teeth, I prepared myself. This was it. I took one last deep breath and moved my gun towards my intended target.
"Eat lead, zombie." I calmly declared.
I fired the gun. I aimed at the lead zombies kneecaps and my bullets exploded all four kneecaps of the two zombies leading the pack. As five of them approached a single target, the closer to the target they were the more they would overlap.
This was the moment I waited for. Due to their extreme proximity to one another, the moment the lead zombie fell, not only would it flail its arms, but its body would also serve to trip the ones immediately behind it.
I watched the undead face plant to the ground while the three behind them couldn't stop or maneuver, causing them to kiss the floor as well.
My gamble paid off! A high so intense sent my emotions to the sky. Aiming at the head meant the chance of hitting something was way lower. Aiming at the knees would ensure I either hit the other leg, thigh, or foot even if I missed. Knowing my time was limited, I pushed my bleeding leg up and dashed towards the fallen enemies.
"AHH!" I roared, hoping my vigor would alleviate the pain.
My thigh felt like it was set on fire. Probably due to adrenaline, I could still move despite the amount of blood I lost. As I drew near to them, I immediately fired at the lead zombie's head.
At this distance, the bullet exploded the zombie's skull as it tried to get up. The blood painted the ground with such force that some spattered me. Disgusted as I was, I couldn't spare the attention.
I clenched my jaw and pointed the 1911 towards the second zombie, the one whose kneecap I had destroyed. As I squeezed the trigger, I scored a hit with another round that flew. It similarly exploded the deceased applicant's head like a small watermelon.
My ears started to ring from the repeated gunshots, but I still had three zombies. In the time it took to kill the two, the other three began to stand up. Two were on top of one another while one was facing towards me a little bit further away.
I quickly closed in on the lone one and stomped it back down on its back with my left foot. The army believed a 5'10'' man should only weigh 185 lbs. At 200 lbs. I was 10 lbs. away from being medically obese.
Naturally, the zombie struggled against my mass, being dead and all. The two other zombies finally stood up and closed in.
I fired a .45 ACP round with my 1911 into the leading zombie's head and exploded it. The body stopped moving and blocked the other one's approach.
Though my arms started to get numb from the tension and recoil, I quickly shifted my line of sight to the last standing zombie and shot it dead. The 1911's slide no longer returned, indicating I shot my last round.
Afterward, I ejected my empty magazine and loaded a new one. Next, I brought down my gun behind me and blew the head of the last undead under my heel. Unlike the others, this one's head didn't explode and just silently stopped moving. Hmm, I wondered why?
While I still had fifteen coming, I had earned a few seconds to breathe. My emotions were extremely wild and like on a drug. As I triumphed against certain death, I felt invincible.
I was alive! I had killed five zombies!
Fidgety and high strung, I wanted to keep shooting. But the other groups were spaced out, seven to the left and eight to the right.
"Huff…calm down, John. Huff…we are not out of the woods yet. Huff…"
The brief sprint I did fucked up my right thigh. It looked extremely bad as blood continued to pour out of it. I remembered that there was a major artery in the thigh. Luckily I was still conscious, so it must had missed the artery or something.
Fearing the worst, I moved the gun to my left and placed my hand on my thigh to stop the bleeding.
"Hmm. There are too many. The moment I go for one group the other will kill me…"
Dread and terror once again tried to enter my mind. How the hell would I survive?
It was only at this point that I felt my neck burning. No. Specifically, when I checked, it was the marble. Maybe this thing could help me, I wondered.
I placed the gun under my armpit and touched the gem.
The once cold gem now felt warm. When my fingers touched it, my mind got flooded with knowledge. The feeling made me dizzy but I didn't stop. It felt like someone took a hammer and smashed my skull in. After a few seconds, the download ceased.
I struggled to remain standing. Tired and exhausted, you could have tipped me over and I wouldn't have been surprised to die from it. Still, while I forced myself to stand up, inside — my spirit and soul were set ablaze.
Fate had yet to abandon me. It only took a few seconds, but what I learned just now was about the weapon I could use to survive.
"HAHAHAHAHA! COME AT ME YOU FUCKERS!" I hollered at the top of my voice.
With my fighting spirit rekindled anew, I gritted my teeth and smiled. Round two could not come soon enough.