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<blockquote data-quote="Puppy Kicker" data-source="post: 1594876" data-attributes="member: 20284"><p><strong>Angel in the Devil’s Shoes</strong></p><p><strong>Part II</strong></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p>The drizzle had become a downpour and increasingly deeper rivulets of water streamed down the hill from the prison gate, past Sean's still face, under the feet of the surviving protestors as they scattered towards their vehicles to be met by slightly drier protestors coming from their cars up the hill to see what was happening. Bodies fell, enormous bleeding holes opened up with no apparent cause. People screamed. More bodies fell. Gore sprayed. Gunshots echoed from somewhere.</p><p></p><p>Sal’s mind slowly recovered from the initial shock and she examined the scene around her, vision blurred by tears, rain, and the ever increasing darkness. A pistol rested in her left hand, unfamiliar and somehow as terrifying as the mayhem around her. Her right arm cradled the body of the dead lady. Even in the abhorrent conditions Sal’s nursing training enabled her to see that the woman could not have survived. Sal brushed the woman’s eyes closed. But what was she supposed to do now?</p><p></p><p>“Sean,” She whispered, her suddenly frenzied eyes searching the scene around her for her husband. She saw a single man standing amongst the many corpses, then her eyes settled on a body lying in the mud. Her husband’s body.</p><p></p><p>The girl in her arms moved.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p>The robed figure had fallen with two 9mm slugs in his body, but the protestors continued to gruesomely die. Mike scanned the prison fenceline but there was nobody to see. <em>No guards running out to see what was going on? Troubling.</em> The towers normally reserved for rifle-armed sharpshooters stood empty. The courtyard leading into the prison offices was equally empty, with the exception of the single robed corpse.</p><p></p><p>…the single robed corpse that was getting up. Mike temporarily regretted his choice of the easily concealable Beretta M92 over something with more stopping power. He shrugged. “Quantity over quality tonight, it seems.” He pulled the trigger twice and watched the robed man’s head wrench backward as he fell to the ground again. As the guy’s body fell one hand flailed towards Mike and the agent felt more than saw the stream of black energy that singed the air inches from his left ear.</p><p></p><p>The scene around him was now quiet. He saw scattered corpses all around and a single woman kneeling in the mud cradling the body of another woman. Mike recognized her as the angry screaming lady with whom Sean had been “conversing” earlier. Her eyes met his temporarily then settled on something lying on the ground between them. </p><p></p><p>Mike noticed that the screaming had stopped about the same time a hand grasped his ankle.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p>Sal leapt up, letting the body of the woman fall into the muck at her feet. The woman let out a groan as she fell, which Sal was too occupied to notice. She sprinted towards Sean’s body. His body was not moving, but in her peripheral vision she saw movement. A lot of movement. Bodies were beginning to rise. </p><p></p><p><em>Oh thank God, people are alive!</em> A man lying on the ground between her and Sean stood, a gaping hole where his face should be. <em>Oh dear God, people are alive!</em> Sal screamed and pulled a Heisman maneuver, dodging the groping arms of the suddenly living dead man and skidding to a stop near Sean’s body.</p><p></p><p>A woman with a missing leg crawled towards Sal then, groping and whispering unintelligible and somehow disgustingly vile words. Sal leapt out of reach of the crawling woman, almost into the arms of the faceless walking corpse. He moved with an unnatural grace and speed and it was sheer luck more than running-back maneuvering that kept his groping hands from attaching to her. </p><p></p><p>Sal gulped. She braced the guard’s pistol in both hands. She pointed at the faceless man’s faceless head and pulled the trigger. Tried to pull the trigger. Nothing. “Sh**, sh**, sh**...”</p><p></p><p>The faceless man’s body rocked backward as the sounds of gunshots filled the air from behind Sally.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p>Mike jerked his leg away from the grasping hand and kicked at another blood-spewing body that had somehow taken an interest in his loafers. He looked desperately around for an escape path as the gory corpses all around him began to rise. The only other survivor, the angry woman, was being besieged by a blood drenched walking corpse. He watched as she tried to shoot him and failed.</p><p></p><p>Mike’s gun erupted, four rounds pushed the corpse back and gave the woman some breathing room. He rushed towards her and grabbed her elbow. “Come with me if you want to live.” </p><p></p><p>She scowled. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Then a look of horror crossed her face. “My husband!”</p><p></p><p>“He’s dead. We need to get out of here or we’ll join him.” Mike yanked on Sal’s arm and looked down the hill towards the parking lot. All along the path the previously dead were standing, clawing at cars and at other corpses. There was no way to get out of here. He looked the other way, towards the prison. </p><p></p><p>The previously closed gate was now open, the sillouhette of a robed figure stood menacingly at the entrance. Mike pulled the trigger. Four more slugs slammed into the robed figure’s already multi-punctured body and he fell to the ground yet again.</p><p></p><p>“Where are we going to go!?” Sal screamed. She pointed her pistol at a groping zombie and squeezed at the trigger. Again, nothing happened.</p><p></p><p>“Into the prison! I’d rather deal with that Energizer Bunny™ cultist than swarms of brain-eating zombies.” He tugged her arm, fired two more shots into the nearest zombie, and sprinted towards the gate. </p><p></p><p>“Brain eating?” Sal shuddered and ran after him, casting one last glance at the body of her husband. She shed one last tear.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Puppy Kicker, post: 1594876, member: 20284"] [B]Angel in the Devil’s Shoes Part II[/B] [CENTER]---[/CENTER] The drizzle had become a downpour and increasingly deeper rivulets of water streamed down the hill from the prison gate, past Sean's still face, under the feet of the surviving protestors as they scattered towards their vehicles to be met by slightly drier protestors coming from their cars up the hill to see what was happening. Bodies fell, enormous bleeding holes opened up with no apparent cause. People screamed. More bodies fell. Gore sprayed. Gunshots echoed from somewhere. Sal’s mind slowly recovered from the initial shock and she examined the scene around her, vision blurred by tears, rain, and the ever increasing darkness. A pistol rested in her left hand, unfamiliar and somehow as terrifying as the mayhem around her. Her right arm cradled the body of the dead lady. Even in the abhorrent conditions Sal’s nursing training enabled her to see that the woman could not have survived. Sal brushed the woman’s eyes closed. But what was she supposed to do now? “Sean,” She whispered, her suddenly frenzied eyes searching the scene around her for her husband. She saw a single man standing amongst the many corpses, then her eyes settled on a body lying in the mud. Her husband’s body. The girl in her arms moved. [CENTER]---[/CENTER] The robed figure had fallen with two 9mm slugs in his body, but the protestors continued to gruesomely die. Mike scanned the prison fenceline but there was nobody to see. [I]No guards running out to see what was going on? Troubling.[/I] The towers normally reserved for rifle-armed sharpshooters stood empty. The courtyard leading into the prison offices was equally empty, with the exception of the single robed corpse. …the single robed corpse that was getting up. Mike temporarily regretted his choice of the easily concealable Beretta M92 over something with more stopping power. He shrugged. “Quantity over quality tonight, it seems.” He pulled the trigger twice and watched the robed man’s head wrench backward as he fell to the ground again. As the guy’s body fell one hand flailed towards Mike and the agent felt more than saw the stream of black energy that singed the air inches from his left ear. The scene around him was now quiet. He saw scattered corpses all around and a single woman kneeling in the mud cradling the body of another woman. Mike recognized her as the angry screaming lady with whom Sean had been “conversing” earlier. Her eyes met his temporarily then settled on something lying on the ground between them. Mike noticed that the screaming had stopped about the same time a hand grasped his ankle. [CENTER]---[/CENTER] Sal leapt up, letting the body of the woman fall into the muck at her feet. The woman let out a groan as she fell, which Sal was too occupied to notice. She sprinted towards Sean’s body. His body was not moving, but in her peripheral vision she saw movement. A lot of movement. Bodies were beginning to rise. [I]Oh thank God, people are alive![/I] A man lying on the ground between her and Sean stood, a gaping hole where his face should be. [I]Oh dear God, people are alive![/I] Sal screamed and pulled a Heisman maneuver, dodging the groping arms of the suddenly living dead man and skidding to a stop near Sean’s body. A woman with a missing leg crawled towards Sal then, groping and whispering unintelligible and somehow disgustingly vile words. Sal leapt out of reach of the crawling woman, almost into the arms of the faceless walking corpse. He moved with an unnatural grace and speed and it was sheer luck more than running-back maneuvering that kept his groping hands from attaching to her. Sal gulped. She braced the guard’s pistol in both hands. She pointed at the faceless man’s faceless head and pulled the trigger. Tried to pull the trigger. Nothing. “Sh**, sh**, sh**...” The faceless man’s body rocked backward as the sounds of gunshots filled the air from behind Sally. [CENTER]---[/CENTER] Mike jerked his leg away from the grasping hand and kicked at another blood-spewing body that had somehow taken an interest in his loafers. He looked desperately around for an escape path as the gory corpses all around him began to rise. The only other survivor, the angry woman, was being besieged by a blood drenched walking corpse. He watched as she tried to shoot him and failed. Mike’s gun erupted, four rounds pushed the corpse back and gave the woman some breathing room. He rushed towards her and grabbed her elbow. “Come with me if you want to live.” She scowled. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Then a look of horror crossed her face. “My husband!” “He’s dead. We need to get out of here or we’ll join him.” Mike yanked on Sal’s arm and looked down the hill towards the parking lot. All along the path the previously dead were standing, clawing at cars and at other corpses. There was no way to get out of here. He looked the other way, towards the prison. The previously closed gate was now open, the sillouhette of a robed figure stood menacingly at the entrance. Mike pulled the trigger. Four more slugs slammed into the robed figure’s already multi-punctured body and he fell to the ground yet again. “Where are we going to go!?” Sal screamed. She pointed her pistol at a groping zombie and squeezed at the trigger. Again, nothing happened. “Into the prison! I’d rather deal with that Energizer Bunny™ cultist than swarms of brain-eating zombies.” He tugged her arm, fired two more shots into the nearest zombie, and sprinted towards the gate. “Brain eating?” Sal shuddered and ran after him, casting one last glance at the body of her husband. She shed one last tear. [CENTER]---[/CENTER] [/QUOTE]
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