Chapter Five: Surrounded

The man with the shotgun forced us to stand. Pressing the cold barrel against my back, he never told us to put our hands up. 'Sir, if I'm going to be honest, I'm far from a threat.'

'But I am,' he then raised his shotgun up, 'And it's good you fear me!'

'Cocky bastard,' I heard Sammy mumbled to herself.

I watched the man grabbed her shoulder. 'Wanna say that louder missy?'

Listening to the man talk disgusted me. I wish he could stop talking, but I didn't like Sammy's method. Tilting my head to look at them, Sammy disarmed him.

The mans nose had blood gushing out all over the floor. 'Why you bitch!'

Sammy strapped the shotgun on her back, and she licked the blood from her fist. 'Blood from a weakling,' she spat in his face. 'Disgusting.'

The man cupped his hands over his nose, and fell to his knees.

Pressuring his knees, Sammy grinded her right foot into it. 'Do you know what I do to weaklings?'

The man tripped Sammy, by quickly standing, and made her fall on her butt. Removing his right hand to punch her, I shouldered him. He rolled back up and charged at me.

Looking at the edge to my left, where the car hung barely from, I grabbed the mans arms, kicked him in his balls, and tossed him off. Going to the edge, I saw the man's blood form a trail, up to his demise. Now, from a human male, to a splat on the ground. Walking ti Sammy, I helped her up.

'See, you never cease to amaze me partner,' she punched my shoulder lightly.

'So how are we gonna get the supplies out the car?'

Sammy walked over to the car, placed he foot on the under hood, and pushed it with her foot. Barely moving, the unbalanced weight of the car fell completely down, soon followed by the noise of metal, crushing and scattering.

'Our car,' I was disappointed. Hearing it crash, I looked down at it. It was more like smushed bread now, with a jelly filling being squished everywhere. Why do I know what that look's like? I don't even know what Jelly is.

'We should climb down, and hurry to,' she pointed at my wound.

Looking down, I unzipped my jumpsuit and wrapped the sleeves around my waist. Looking at my stab wound, the wraps came loose from all the commotion, and left my wound open and exposed. 'Suprisingly, I felt no pain.'

'I've tortured many people, you definitely felt it exposed.' She sounded awfully confident.

Yet I nodded no. 'I promise you, I had no clue it came undone. How did you know though?'

She moved her hand, gesturing to follow. 'Well with how much you moved, and what happened, I assumed that much.'

We made our way to the center, and an empty elevator shaft was present. 'An elevator shaft. You think we could slide down the cables?'

Sammy gave me a questioning glance, 'We'd burn the skin off our hands!' She looked at her palms, 'And I need 'em for killing.'

I face palmed to her response. 'Not with our bare hands idiot,' I tore off my sleeves from the jumpsuit, then I zipped it up afterwards. Wrapping one sleeve on one hand, than the other, I showed her. 'We'll use the sleeves as makeshift gloves to keep our hands safe.'

'Won't it just set aflame?'

I looked to the side. 'I'd say yes but,' I pointed to the wall we flew through orginally.

'Fair point.'

'How does it work by the way,' I scratched my chin.

'From what I heard, it act's like forcefield, created by the humans before us. Only allows humans or anyone with a humanoid figure to pass through it.'

'Why not just humans,' I pondered.

'Don't ask me, it's what I heard.' Sammy tore of the sleeves from her jumpsuit, and did as I did. Taking a couple steps back, she made a running jump to the cable, and slide down it.

Looking down, I watched as Sammy's hair flew up, and she hollered in joy, as sparks flew from the cables, before she disappeared in the dark void. 'It was my idea,' copying her movements, I stepped back, ran forward, jumped, and slide down as well. Feet grinding the cable, hands holding tightly, I felt the heat of the slowly burning it's way through the sleeves. Seeing a light at the bottom, I knew I was close to the ground. Slowing my fall by holding the cable tighter, I stopped just before making contact.

Sammy grabbed my arm, and pulled me towards her, 'C'mon slow poke! We gotta go!'

'Why the rush?'

'I want to pack up the supplies and get a move-a-long!' She ran out the hole in the wall, and turned out of view.

Running after her, I climbed out the hole, making sure not to cut myself on the exposed metal, I stepped out. Looking at Sammy, she was rummaging through the supplies.

Putting medical items, canned goods and ammunition.

'Why did you have ammo for guns you didn't have?'

She pointed an M4A1 at me, 'Hm?'

'Nothing.' I walked over to her, grabbing a duffel bag. 'So just two?'

'Do you think we can carry more?'

I looked at the few things left, and checked how heavy the bag was, 'Yeah nope.' The two of us now walked onto the street.

Sammy had climbed some of the cars, rusted and crashed, to unnecessarily act like this man named "Tarzan" or whoever the hell that is. It was all in ruins. Trees uprooted through the concrete, grass grew in large huddles, moss hung from the tall-towering buildings. Occasionally, I saw some critters, rabbits hiding underneath rubble, birds flying high, or deer scurrying along, all over. Then I heard rushed footsteps. They sounded loud, like they carried much weight. These footsteps surrounded Sammy and I's position. 'Do hear that Sammy, I think someone's surrounding us.' I spun sporadically, looking for where they were approaching from.

She put her hands to both ears. 'Other than those damn animals,' she listens more, 'I hear nothing.'

Looking at the rooftops, I saw a glint. Looking at Sammy, I made a mad dash at her, jumped, and tackled her into cover. Crashing through and open display, of what was once a toy store, I lowered behind the display case, Sammy copied.

'What's going on?'

'I saw a glint, someone was, is, watching us.'

'Where though?'

'Up from the windows of the apartment ruins.' I looked at her now, and she held a confused gaze.

'How did you hear footsteps from that fat and high.'

I shrugged, 'Guess I got good hearing.' I searched my duffel bag and grabbed the rifle in it. 'Do you have a mirror?'

Sammy searched her bag, and gave me a mirror, handheld.

Looking in it, I spotted another glint from a new spot, peering down at us. Giving the rifle to Sammy, I placed my hand on her shoulder, 'I'm gonna tell you where they are,' I sighed, 'And you'll take 'em out.'

She kicked her legs in excitement. 'Oh this will be fun!'

Looking in the mirror, the apartment across the street seemed to be small rooms, leaving each with one window each. Looking, they were atleast and equal distance of five feet up and across, horizontal to vertical. Diagonally, I'd say around five feet, ten inches. The glint came from the window closet to the middle, three left and right of it, up above two windows, closer tothee bottom. With the entrance, then feet before the first window, I knew what to tell Sammy. 'About 20 feet from the ground,' I bit my lower lip, 'Aim immediately center mass closet to bottom, and you'll see the glint almost instantaneously.'

Sammy quickly poked her head up, aimed at where I directed, and with her hunting rifle, she fired. Going back down, she looked at me for confirmation.

The glint once there, was now gone. I gave her thumbs up. Thinking that we lowered the threat, I heard groaning. Checking the mirror, I saw a horde of the undead coming from around the corner. Leading them was a woman, and she had a symbol on her shoulder. A red cross, bloodied over and on a black circle. 'Sammy, I think we've angered a cult.'

'How so?'

Thinking back, I remember the man with the shotgun also had a patch on his vest, but I thought it had no meaning. Either way, we weren't just surrounded by a possible cult, but now an incoming zombie horde. Just when I thought we'd get a brake.