High School of the Dead

Oh okay in that case I won't update it. 

 

Sounds to me you'd rather I not update an older story although it's only been around 2 weeks during 2 major holidays  I won't bother if it upsets people.

 

Short update for Melly gaining some independence.

Mackie had reached the road now, and Melly knew she wouldn't be able to shoot him, not that she wanted to anyway. She turned the gun towards the hallway, trembling. “Dad,” she gasped out. “What do I do?”

James pulled at his wrists, feeling the handcuffs strong as ever, holding his arms together. Giving a frustrated yell, he realized he could do nothing. He turned to his daughter, trying to keep his voice calm as he spoke. “Melly, it's an extension of your body. Breathe, line your sights, keep it tucked in your shoulder. You'll do fine.”

Melly exhaled, her breathing shaky. The stock was pressed firmly into her shoulder as she rested her left hand on the magazine, cupping it tightly. Her fingers trembled over the trigger. The three approached her, and she could hear her heart pounding in her ears. She lined her sights and pulled the trigger, feeling the sharp recoil.

James had grabbed a lamp and as the woman rushed him, he swung as hard as he could. The meager wooden stand splintered as it connected with the side of her head, and he heard her groan as she stumbled backwards, momentarily disoriented.

Melly felt the repeated pounding of the recoil into her shoulder as the first bullet exited the gun and shot through the man's shoulder. The second nicked the top of his head, and the third entered the ceiling. The man went down in a spray of blood, but he was only wounded, not dead. He struggled to get up, his body already looking worse for the wear. The gun was still set to fire three round bursts from when James had been using it. This unexpected result surprised Melly and she lost control of the gun as it popped up from the recoil.

Melly in an attempt to grab the gun tighter, pulled the trigger again and the gun let another round of bullets go, spraying dust and splinters of wood down from the ceiling. James ducked as he heard the bullets going wild. He looked over and saw Melly was struggling to hold onto the gun, it being almost half her height.

“Calm down Mel!” he shouted, backing away from the woman who had regained her balance and was coming at him again. The woman lunged forward and James prepared by ducking low and widening his stance. He blocked her mad dash and flung her to the side, managing to use her own momentum against her.

Melly was panicking as she saw the other man approaching her now. The gun once again at her shoulder, she aimed down the sights and pulled the trigger, feeling the gun jump wildly in her grip as it unleashed the three bullet burst. The pattern of bullets spread across the second man's body, straight up the middle, stomach, chest and head. This time it was fatal, and the blood squirted out of him like a water balloon being popped.

She turned quickly and aimed the gun at the woman who was pursuing her father and pulled the trigger. Her hand was tight on the magazine this time and all three bullets plunged into the woman's upper torso. James grabbed a nearby chair and slammed it into the woman, knocking her to the ground. The last man was wobbling towards them, and Melly was ready this time, aiming for his head. He went down in a slump, his blood pooling over the floor.

James slumped down on the couch, exhausted from the attack. His side was hurting badly now, and as he ran his fingers under his jacket he felt at least one broken rib, two or three were cracked. There was nothing he could do for them now, he knew he needed to find a way to keep his daughter safe.

Melly looked at her father and saw the fatigue clearly on his face. He looked as if he had aged within the past few hours. She sat down next to him and gently rested her head upon his shoulder, feeling his breathing slightly hitched from pain. Within a few minutes his breathing had evened out somewhat and as she looked up she saw that he was asleep.

Standing, Melly went to the doorway and looked out. Dawn was coming and as the sky began to lighten, Melly's resolve fortified. As she looked at the grass in the front yard she could see patches that had been crushed by footsteps in the morning dew. Lifting the gun she grasped it tightly as she stepped outside. She looked back at her father sleeping soundly on the couch and smiled. Then she began to run, determined to find Mackie and make him help her father, regardless if he wanted to or not.

 

 you will have to wait.  I have something in store for Raven first.

 

 my lips are sealed 

 

 when did I say I killed Raven?

currently in farm war, therefore not sure when I can update regularly. 

 who can read that?

 

 I guess size 2 font is too small  good luck reading it

 

Karina ran along the hallway with her assistant, her heart pounding. Alarms like these didn't go off every day. Her throat was choked up as she ran, burning from the air she was inhaling. She wasn't terribly inactive, but she didn't frequent the gyms as often as she should. She skidded to a stop at the top of a staircase leading down to the main level and gasped at what she saw.

Through the heavy steel door, washed in the red emergency lighting of the facility was the laboratory she often worked in. As usual, dozens of cots similar to the one Antoine Calkhen was on were lined up along one portion of the wall. Normally they would be covered in writhing, restrained bodies. A chill ran down her spine as she realized most of them were empty, the leather restraints lying limp across the floor where they had been ripped clear off the beds.

Kira bumped into her from behind and Karina whirled around, her nerves on edge. Her fingers were shaking as she reached to her chest and pulled her ID card from underneath her shirt. The laminated plastic felt cold in her hands and she brought it in front of the door, exposing the barcode to the scanner. The door slid open, as it always did.

“What's wrong?” Kira asked from behind her, eyes focused on her normally boisterous sister.

Karina stepped out onto the landing and began descending the steps into the laboratory. Her legs carried her across the room towards the cots. The entire room was tinted the eerie red, and she could see puddles of liquid oozing across the floor that looked dark black. Kneeling down by the one closest to her she quickly verified it was blood. She stood slowly and looked around the room.

It was quiet save for the snarling groans from the few people who remained restrained. Some weren't moving. Karina didn't have to approach them to see that they had been eviscerated quite thoroughly. Her eyes drifted back to Kira, and they widened in horror. Behind her younger sister stood a man, his eyes bloodshot and his head tilted to one side. He was studying the back of Kira's head, his mouth gaping open with a thin line of spittle dripping out of one side.

Before she could scream a warning, Kira screamed first and began pointing behind Karina. Karina whirled around just in time to be tackled to the ground. She heard Kira screaming from somewhere above her, and could feel warm liquid splashing over her left arm. Karina reached up and shoved wildly at the man who had knocked her down.

She heard Kira screams still, echoing in her ears, though now they seemed garbled as if she were gargling liquid. Karina fought like crazy, her arms shoving and her legs kicking as she rolled back and forth trying to free herself from the man who held her to the floor. His eyes looked like they were filling with blood as he looked down at her, grinning maniacally.

Karina felt her throat stinging and realized that she had been screaming this entire time too, and her voice was hoarse. She heard a banging from above her and recognized the faint sound as someone hitting the door. With a glance she managed to look and saw a guard at the door, banging his gun against the glass of the small window in the door. It was entirely ineffective, the door being made of steel and the tempered glass being of military grade. It wasn't supposed to let anyone in, or out.

Karina's back felt wet, and she saw that blood was flowing across the floor under her, soaking through her lab coat. It was so much blood, and it was fresh. Floating in the puddles were strands of long red hair. She closed her eyes and continued struggling for her life, her mouth open as her raw throat put forth barely audible shrieks of terror and grief.

 

If anyone can find and bump my sign up thread, that would be amazing. I've lost it and I've forgotten what some of the characters look like ._.

 so.. Yeah. That'd be really cool if someone could do that for me.