User:Supermutantslayer450/Survival

Harry Conrad stared down at what was once the busiest city in America, thinking, "How could this happen?" At first, what seemed to be a benign virus that kept some kid out of school for a few days seemed harmless, nothing out of the ordinary. But, when people started showing similar symptoms, it made the newspapers. Then, when most of Pennsylvania was declared a quarentine zone, people started to panic. When the airborne virus reached the not-so-distant-city of Manhattan, and most people succumbed to it, becoming bloodthirsty, monstrous creatures, any un-infected citizens died from the infected. Except for Harry and his three friends, Mike Suhi, Josh Mason, and Gary Bailey. They banded together, looted a gunshop, and fortified a supermarket. As it seemed that the infected only came out at night, that left 8 hours a day available for scavenging, picking off lone zombies, and finding anything to keep them from going crazy. Every Friday, Harry went to the top of the Empire State Building with a bunch of Molotov Cocktails, and threw a couple at any wandering infected, and set engines in cars on fire to destroy any infected nearby. Harry's watch beeped, telling it was 6:20, giving him 40 minutes to get back to his fort. He and his friends barricaded their building at 7:00 PM, as the sun goes down at 8:00 PM. Harry was walking down the stairs as his cell-phone started to ring. "Harry! This is Josh. We have a problem." "And what would that be, exactly?" "Me and Gary were scavenging in a building, but now he's gone, and I don't know where he is." "Where are you?" "The apartment block on the corner of 24th and 26." "What happened right before you noticed he was gone?" "Well, we were searching cupboards and pantries, and he started coughing. I told him to get some water, be he said that I was coughing. We both agreed we must have been imagining it, and I looked in a bathroom for medical supplies. My bag was almost full, but there was more to carry. I called out to Gary, but I didn't hear anything. I looked around for him, but couldn't find him. I think he may have- HOLY SH-"    "Josh! What is it?" "I-I found Gary." "Is he okay?" "If you call all 24 ribs broken okay, yes." "Holy shit. Is he alive?" "He's not breathing. Oh god, he can't be. He can't be dead. He cant be dead! Motherfu-"    "Josh! Hold it together! If you don't calm down and be aware of your surroundings, you're screwed. Get back to the Supermarket. Remember where you are, and we'll come back tomorrow. Now go!" "Okay. Wait, do you hear that?" "I'm on the phone. What do you think?" "Someone's crying. I think it's a survivor. I'm going to check it out." "Alright, be careful." "Hello? Hey, can you hear me? It's okay. Come with me. You'll be safe. Hello?" "Josh? Can you see the person?" "Yeah, she's pretty pale, not wearing much, and- HOLY SHIT! GET HER OFF ME! GET HER OFF ME!" "JOSH!" By that time, Harry was on the 3rd floor. He raced down the rest of the stairs, and made a dash to Josh's location. As he got to 25th street, he heard screaming, both male and female. As he got to the apartments, both screams stopped, and was replaced with loud sobs. Harry carefully approached the doors, and slowly walked though the halls, his dual Uzis held out in front of him. As the sobs got louder, Harry tensed more and more. He came around a corner, and saw Josh's attacker. An extremely pale woman, with white hair, only enough clothes to cover her privates, long nails, and glowing red eyes. A few feet away, Josh's corpse was lying on the floor, several deep wounds in his stomach and chest, and long, bleeding gashes all over his body. As Harry shined his flashlight at the killer, it started to stand up and growl. Not wanting to end up like Josh, he turned off the light, and backed away. As he exited the complex, his phone rang. Harry pulled it out and answered it. "Hello?" "Harry! Where the hell are you? Don't you see what time it is?" Harry looked down at his watch. 7:51.    "Damn! I'll be there as quick as I can." As Harry started to run off towards the supermarket, the ground started to shake violently...     Harry was sprinting along the sidewalk, avoiding cars and other zombies the whole time. When he got to 37th street, 5 blocks away from the supermarket, he finally noticed the ground shaking. He slowed to a stop and turned around. The only thing that was odd was the shaking. He pulled out his Uzis and aimed, waiting for whatever was chasing him to show it's ugly mug. As Harry was about to forget it and keep moving, a taxi flew through the air, heralding the approach of a monster of gigantic proportions. It was massive, arms as big as a tree trunk. Tiny legs, clad in barely fitting jeans, no lower jaw, and hands twice the size of Harry's head. As it barreled down on him, flattening some cars and punching away others, Harry started to back up. As it got closer, he started to run. "As long as I get to the supermarket, I'll be safe" he thought to himself. But, then a realization occured to him. If it could flatten a car in two seconds, it could smash through 4 inches of plywood without stopping. That would only put Mike in danger. Harry pivoted, and wildly fired. Only about 57 of the 100 shots connected with the monster, but Harry reloaded the SMGs in less than 4 seconds, letting loose another hail of lead. After reloading twice afterwards, he realized the creature wasn't going down, holding up like a tank. He pulled out his present to Mike, a bottle of whiskey, struck a match, threw it into the bottle, and quickly opened the gas tank of a nearby car. He made a makeshift syphon with a length of tube he had grabbed, and spread the gasoline around the pavement. He then shot the bottle, and kept running. He felt the heat on his back, and heard a thunderous roar. He looked over his shoulder and saw the monster on fire. That not slowing the creature down, Harry took a hasty aim, and shot the gas tank of a car. It detonated, making his pursuer stumble back. Harry emptied two clips into the massive beast, and it fell to its knees, let out a final roar, and laid still. Harry aimed at the beast a few more seconds, in case it decided it wasn't yet dead. Finally, after a few seconds of it laying still, he reloaded his Uzis and kept walking.