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Land of the Dead Volume 1 Part 3
Carnage.
That's the only word David could describe what was in front of him. There were corpses lying on the ground left and right. Their innards lay scattered on the houses, of the paved road and the ground. Their blood had made a small pond in the middle of the Hamlet. David felt faint when he saw this scene never in his life had he seen something so horrific. He walked into the Hamlet trying to ignore the corpses of men, women and children alike as he searched for any signs of survivors.
Eventually, he reached the townhall. If there were any survivors, this was the only place they could be. He walked upto the main door and tried the knob. It was unlocked..... not a good sign, all things considered. He left the door slightly ajar as he peeked inside. There were signs of battle. Bullet holes and blood splatters filled the massive hall. After making sure it was clear, David slowly stepped inside. It was as bad inside as if was outside. He had to tiptoe around corpses as he made his way inside. He looked through several rooms before going upstairs.
It was then he heard groans coming from around the corner. Thinking it was survivors, he turned the corner to see a group of townsmen gathered around a door. They seemed to be pushing one another trying to enter inside. David was about to call out to them until he noticed something. Most of them had the same disgusting growths on them as the wolves. And most importantly, there is no way they could be about walking like that. Why, there were people with their thoraxes ripped out, some their intestines dangling like a pendulum of a clock and even people missing entire arms and legs.
As he stood there paralysed, one of them seemed to spot him. He unconsciously raised his rifle and aimed it at them. The moment one of them began walking towards him, he shot the first townsman right between his eyes. As the rest became aware of him, he began firing rapidly. The next few moments were like a blur to him and he shot down anything that was moving. He only stopped when his rifle stopped firing. He slowly down at his rifle. It was jammed. He than looked at the corpses infront of him. They laid there, unmoving.
Before he could gather his bearings, he started to hear groans coming from behind him. He turned to see an empty corridor but the groans seemed to be echoing from it farther. Something was coming. David walked further away from the corridor closer to the door those things were previously grouped at. That was until he heard more groans come from that from the other corridor as well. Now paralysed with fear, David could only wait for his death. At least that was until the door opened and a hand yanked David inside before locking it behind them.
By time he came to his senses, David was lying on his back on the wooden floor as a burly man hovered around him, clutching David's rifle. He said something but David was too shocked to hear what he said. That was until he felt a sharp pain across his cheek.
"Hey lad?! I'm taking to you." the man spoke. When David looked at him, the man repeated his earlier question.
"I said who are you? And what are you doing here?" the man asked before delivering another slap. He raised his hand for a third one before some one grabbed it. David could hear two sets of voices argue as his vision began to fade and the darkness embraced him.
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That's the only word David could describe what was in front of him. There were corpses lying on the ground left and right. Their innards lay scattered on the houses, of the paved road and the ground. Their blood had made a small pond in the middle of the Hamlet. David felt faint when he saw this scene never in his life had he seen something so horrific. He walked into the Hamlet trying to ignore the corpses of men, women and children alike as he searched for any signs of survivors.
Eventually, he reached the townhall. If there were any survivors, this was the only place they could be. He walked upto the main door and tried the knob. It was unlocked..... not a good sign, all things considered. He left the door slightly ajar as he peeked inside. There were signs of battle. Bullet holes and blood splatters filled the massive hall. After making sure it was clear, David slowly stepped inside. It was as bad inside as if was outside. He had to tiptoe around corpses as he made his way inside. He looked through several rooms before going upstairs.
It was then he heard groans coming from around the corner. Thinking it was survivors, he turned the corner to see a group of townsmen gathered around a door. They seemed to be pushing one another trying to enter inside. David was about to call out to them until he noticed something. Most of them had the same disgusting growths on them as the wolves. And most importantly, there is no way they could be about walking like that. Why, there were people with their thoraxes ripped out, some their intestines dangling like a pendulum of a clock and even people missing entire arms and legs.
As he stood there paralysed, one of them seemed to spot him. He unconsciously raised his rifle and aimed it at them. The moment one of them began walking towards him, he shot the first townsman right between his eyes. As the rest became aware of him, he began firing rapidly. The next few moments were like a blur to him and he shot down anything that was moving. He only stopped when his rifle stopped firing. He slowly down at his rifle. It was jammed. He than looked at the corpses infront of him. They laid there, unmoving.
Before he could gather his bearings, he started to hear groans coming from behind him. He turned to see an empty corridor but the groans seemed to be echoing from it farther. Something was coming. David walked further away from the corridor closer to the door those things were previously grouped at. That was until he heard more groans come from that from the other corridor as well. Now paralysed with fear, David could only wait for his death. At least that was until the door opened and a hand yanked David inside before locking it behind them.
By time he came to his senses, David was lying on his back on the wooden floor as a burly man hovered around him, clutching David's rifle. He said something but David was too shocked to hear what he said. That was until he felt a sharp pain across his cheek.
"Hey lad?! I'm taking to you." the man spoke. When David looked at him, the man repeated his earlier question.
"I said who are you? And what are you doing here?" the man asked before delivering another slap. He raised his hand for a third one before some one grabbed it. David could hear two sets of voices argue as his vision began to fade and the darkness embraced him.
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