Mansion Of The Dead

CHAPTER ONE

'''Dozens of strange murder cases were being reported everyday, all of them involded strange cannibal’s killing and eating the flesh of their victims. They were being beaten and ripped apart to the point of death. There were reports of dozens and dozens of cannibal’s wandering in the woods. The situation had  escalated so much that the military were called in. A tactical team of four military soldiers were sent out to deal with the cannibals. Police resources were disappearing fast because of the outbreak. The soldiers were ordered to kill on site.'''

'''Sargeant T, the first in command of the group  was in the Hipache helicopter drinking a brewed cup of coffee out of his beat up Yeti. His M16 slung over his shoulder like one of his limbs. It was his gun of his choice. He wore an army camouflage du rag, camouflage t- shirt, and dark green cargo pants. His dog tags gleamed in the early evening sunset. The other members of his team were all suited up and ready for action. Private Braydon was his right hand man. He wore the same uniform as Sargeant T, but his weapon of choice was a silver gleamy pistol. Billy and Sam, the other members both wore the same thing, both wore an army helmet, dark green army shirts and dark green baggy pants.'''

'''Suddenly the soldier’s heard a loud gunshot. They instinctively hit the ground and covered their heads with their hands. They looked at each other, none of them were hit. The bullet had hit the pilot between the eyes, a precision shot. A pool of blood ran down his cleanly shaven face onto his uniform. He slumped over the controls lifeless.'''

'''“SH*T! We're going down, everyone be prepared!” Sergeant T screamed at the top of his lungs. Fear, and panic ran through his voice. The impact of the helicopter colliding with the side of the mountain was intense. Shrapnel was flying everywhere at high speeds. Everything went black.'''

'''  Sergeant T  came to. His whole body felt unusual, out of place. “F*ck, who would shoot us down?” Sergeant T mumbled in an inaudible voice. He tried to sit up to assess the situation. His body was stiff and immobile. He thought he heard someone, but didn”t see anything so just assumed he was injured and imagining things. “Give us everything you got on you or I’ll shoot you in the f*cking leg.” Now the Sergeant knew he wasn”t imagining. The stranger strictly repeated  his demands. Sergeant T slowly, painfully got himself to an awkward upright position. The pain was so intense he felt as though he were going to pass out. He stumbled down the mountain quickly, half walking, half falling. “Fucking move it!” the stranger demanded as he   started shooting at the Sergeants feet. The bullets ricochet off the focks and pieces of metal that used to be the Hipache. Sergeant T scrambled to take cover behind a spindly tree growing out the side of the mountain. His body was throbbing from the pain as he tried to catch his breath. Darkness was setting in fast, and the air was cool. Sergeant T fumbled around to find his night vision goggles. His hands were stiff and sore. He was sure one or both of them were broken by the swelling. It was well worth the effort struggling. This would give him the advantage of  locating, and eliminating the threat in the dark. '''

'''Sergeant T aimed down the sights of his M16,  turned off the safety,  and patiently put his finger on the trigger. He waited, trying not to think about the excruciating pain he was in but the task at hand. He had the target in his sights, ready to fire. For a brief moment he hesitated. The Sargeant aimed at the targets left leg, and pulled the trigger flawlessly. “It’s for your protection”, he assured himself. The stranger immediately fell on the grass  gasping in pain, and anger. Sergeant T ran up to him slumped over from his own injuries, and tore his sniper rifle away from him. “DID YOU SHOT US DOWN….DID YOU F*CKING SHOOT US DOWN??!! Sergeant T yelled in the mans’ worn face.'''

'''“Must survive, I just needed supplies…” the mans’ voice was sombre and regretful. “It’s impossible to get hands on supplies...everyone freaking out …...cannibal’s are forming into herds ...killing everyone….becoming one of them…..” the strangers voice trailed off. The target was bleeding out really bad. Every movement was extremely painful. He let out a horrific cry as he drew his machete from his backpack. He plunged towards the Sergeant, his blood stained hands high above his head grasping the machete  with all the strength he had. Sergeant T pulled the trigger and shot him in the chest. The stranger pulled a long machete out from his backpack and he was going to attempt to stab Sergeant T but didn’t have a chance because he shot him in the chest.'''

'''The target fell to the ground with a hard, deafening thump. '''

'''“Sh*t, I think I shot him in the heart,” Sergeant T said. '''

'''Sergeant T turned, and sat down on the warm grey rocks. Cuts, bruises covered his body. His clean uniform was now tattered and painted with dirt, and blood. After much disbelief on the events that just happened, he slowly reloaded his M16. A sound of falling rocks alerted the Sergeants attention. “No way he could have survived that shot!” he said in disbelief. “What the f*ck!!” The stranger was making strange gurgling noises, like a wild animal ready to kill. Before he could even react, the stranger got a good grip on Sergeant T’s arm and opened his mouth,  Sergeant T realized he was ready to bite him! Moving his arm away sharply, the Sergeant punched the stranger as hard as he could in the face. To his disbelief, the stranger didn”t back down or budge...he kept coming at him! Sergeant T held the beast at arms length by the neck. The stranger fought uncontrollably to get to him. He put the M16 between the stranger’s eyes, “DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!” Sergeant T yelled. The stranger was unresponsive, he just kept on impulsively reaching for him. Bang!! The shot rang out in the cool night air. The limp body of the blood stained, battered beast lay on the Sergeant. The Sergeant was covered in fresh warm liquid. He groaned as he tossed the limp body onto the rocks beside him. A single shot to the skull.'''

'''Sergeant T aimlessly searched the woods trying to find his team. There was no moon to shed any light. In all the commotion, he had lost his bearings, and his injuries were becoming worse. His lips and mouth dry from dehydration. He sat down for a rest, his body felt broken, his mind felt broken. As he sat there, not knowing what was reality, he saw a light in the distance. Was he imagining things again? Trained to withstand tough situations, he half rose, and slowly, painfully limped towards the light. After what seemed an eternity, he collapsed. He could not go on any longer. He closed his eyes .'''

'''The bright morning sun was blaring. Sergeant T winced at the sun. He tried moving his body to sit up. It was so painful, he lay down again. As he was laying there wishing he were dead, he opened his eyes, and looked a  ways   off. To his amazement, he saw a huge mansion enclosed in the gnarled trees and brush. The mansion was creepy with its old slightly yellow tinted barricaded windows. The exterior looked as though it may have been a beautiful house at one time, but was now  a dilapidated ruin. The bricks were black from a fire, the windows empty. Sergeant T crawled to the  massive wooden front door. “Weird,” he said in a low and quiet voice to himself. The door swung open. Startled, the Sergeant fell back, his weapon drawn. A small, strange looking bald man was in the doorway, knife in hand. “You Infected?!” the bald man asked in a frightened, stern voice. Sergeant T peered at the man blankly. “What? What do you mean?” he said, obviously confused.'''

'''The man could see that the Sergeant was in no condition to give him any trouble. The bald man quickly pulled him by his torn, dirty shirt across the deteriorated wood porch into the house. He dropped him heavily on the floor, and boarded up the door.The Sergeant lay on the floor moaning in his pool of dark red blood. '''

'''“What the hell is wrong with you? Do you think I'm one of those cannibal’s?” Sergeant T screamed.'''

'''“Those cannibal’s are infected with some sort of virus. Any infected person bites you, then you become infected. When you have been bitten you experience a fever, the fever kills you and the virus reanimates the brain. They come back as one of the infected and they spread the virus.'''

'''“How the hell do you know all of this? Sergeant T said skeptically.'''

'''“I'm a scientist from the CDC. My name is Mac.”'''

“My name is Sergeant T. This place all boarded up?” the Sergeant replied.

'''“No, don’t have time, I must find a cure for this awful virus.” Mac stated defeatingly. “What’s a soldier doing here in the woods?”'''

“We were sent here to clear out the infected in the forests, we were shot down, lost my team and I found this mansion.” Sergeant T said.

'''Mac offered to help Sergeant T  find his team. They  loaded all of the weapons they could physically carry into backpacks, and duffle bags. Mac was armed with a revolver he got for his birthday, and an Estwing hammer, piece of pipe, and a knife. Sergeant T was armed with his favourite gun, a M16, the machete from his last fight, a small sledge hammer.'''

''' “I’ll find more ammo, and flashlights...” Mac said. Mac kept a supply of ammo and weapons. A lot of people said he was a paranoid freak, but he didn’t care. He was smart enough to know that humans were fragile creatures, and that they thought they were in control of everything, but they weren’t. His line of work was specific and based on data, not emotions. Mac handed Sergeant T ammo for his M16, and a flashlight. Mac saddled up his revolver and flashlight.'''

'''The two men uneasily opened the large wooden door, and set out to find the rest of Sergeants’ team. After hours of walking around in the forest, the men sat down for a rest. It was hot, and the Sergeant had not rested since his injuries. They were dozing off when they were surrounded by the infected. Half asleep, the men tried to fight them off, but there were too many. Mac was surrounded, and in all the chaos, Sergeant couldn’t get to him in time. One of them had bit Mac in the shoulder from behind. Mac fought on, and they barely escaped alive. They left a pile of the dead to rot in their tracks. They ran until they tasted blood in their throats. Finally exhausted, they fell to the ground. The Sergeant took a look at Macs’ bite wound. A feeling of anger, and sadness overcame him. To the Sergeants surprise, Mac didn’t seem very upset. Did Mac know something that he didn’t? What was he hiding?'''

CHAPTER TWO

'''“I have armor on, don’t worry about me,” Mac replied. '''

''' “Is that why he didn’t panic? It would suck to be bitten by one of the zombies,” the Sergeant thought silently. They continued to walk through the quiet, dense forest. It was a dull day, and the air was heavy. It started to spit a little making breathing difficult, the air almost suffocating. They trudged along, the forest floor thick with rotting matter. The light rain became a mist, and dissipated unknowingly to the two. Gunshots broke the deafening serenity as it rang through the woods. They hurriedly followed the sound of gunfire, stumbling over logs, and debris. As they came closer, the smell of fire burned their nostrils. The fire was smoldering, and black clouds billowed from the remains of the wreckage of the Hipache helicopter. A sense of relief, and  fear came across the Sergeant. He quickly scanned the terrain for any sign of his team. He fumbled around the remains of the chopper for any sign of life...or death. Who was shooting? As he came over a small ridge, he spotted someone shooting at the dead. The dead  walked into the gunfire voluntarily, unaware of their gaping wounds. Slowly,  they surrounded the man, their awkward gait on auto pilot. Mac stumbled up behind the tired Sergeant, and lay beside him on the fractured surface. '''

'''“Oh my God!” Mac stammered. His mouth hung open in disbelief, as he watched the unbelievable scene unfold before his eyes. The man was agile, and quickly escaped the feeding frenzy. As the shooter came closer, Sergeant T thought he recognized him. The fatigues he was wearing was identical to his! It was Braydon! An adrenaline burst of excitement overcame him. Mac, and the Sergeant frantically called to the shooter. They provided cover fire while Braydon scurried to their safety. The Sergeants’ stomach sank as he  spotted the rest of his team. They were both infected, and had turned. Corpses wearing his team uniform, wandering aimlessly until they found fresh meat. Their clothes were stained with blood, and dirt. Their guts were gouged out, limbs hanging from their skeleton. Billy’s eye dangled from what was once an eye socket in his deteriorating skull. '''

'''“You gotta kill the brain. It’s the only way,”Mac said earnestly. He let two shots go from his revolver. One shot in each of the zombie soldiers heads.'''

'''“I wasn’t expecting to see you again!” Braydon said breathlessly, as he found cover behind a large flat rock. “I didn’t know if you were one of those things, or human. '''

'''The three men ran over the loose rocks, stumbling as they went. They came to the edge of the wooded area, and fell to the ground, their lungs burning from running. They looked behind them to see if any of the dead were coming. '''

'''“Braydon, this is Mac, he’s a scientist from the CDC. He says it’s a virus that is causing people to become zombies, and feed off the living. Once bitten, they turn into zombies too,” Sergeant T explained tonelessly.'''

'''Mac and Braydon casually shook hands. '''

'''“Did anyone else make it?” the Sergeant asked hopefully. Braydon responded by silently shaking his head. He stared blankly at the ground. The men sat in silence. '''

''' “Ok..Let’s get back to the mansion,” Mac said starkly. “ Absolutely no shooting your weapons, the sound attracts the dead. I don’t want any of those zombies near the mansion.”'''

'''The men walked in silence to the mansion. Every noise put them on high alert. They finally came upon the worn mansion which blended  with the dreary weather. Before they entered, Mac warned them again to only use Melees, not guns.'''

'''Mac opened the heavy door, and the three men went inside. Mac strolled through the entrance into a dimly lit room. He appeared moments later with a young girl, about sixteen. Sergeant T was surprised to see her. He had been in the house before, and Mac had never talked about another person being there. '''

'''“This is Amy, my daughter,” Mac said proudly. The men acknowledged her with a nod. She was a simple looking girl with dirty blonde hair, and large hollow blue eyesLong shadows danced along the walls like a carousel  endlessly whirring. Mac struggled to open a can of pork and beans with a fillet knife. The jagged edges cut his hand as he peeled back the top. Immune to the pain, Mac continued warming the beans over a small fire in an old wood stove. Sergeant T, and Mac scouted out the room. The interior of the house had once been stunning. Floral wallpaper adorned the endless walls. Gallant chandeliers  gleamed through the webbed shadows. Antique furniture pieces were scattered in an array of frenzy. There was a strong smell of decaying wood and mold. “Nice pad,” Braydon blurted.'''

'''The men, and Amy sat huddled over the fire for warmth, and light. “You’re saying it’s a virus, how come they didn’t tell us?” Braydon asked definitely.'''

'''“It would cause a panic, the panic would make things worse. People can’t handle the truth. We are lucky this isn’t airborne. We have a chance,” Mac replied solemnly. “All it takes is one bite from those things, and you’re toast.”'''

'''“We should secure this place, board up the windows and doors. Maybe put some kind of alert system around the perimeter of the property...just in case,” Sergeant T stated.'''

'''The exhausted men drank a murky cup of coffee, and their pork and beans. They stoked the fire, and turned in for the night. The dancing figures lulled them to sleep. Tomorrow they would work on securing the mansion.'''

'''Early next morning, Mac and Braydon scoured the property for items they could use to secure the place. They found pieces of mismatched boards, and started boarding up the windows, and doors. The ground level was their major concern, as the zombies could access the house at this level. The men worked until dusk. Amy collected cans, and things that made noise for their alert system. They worked until dusk. The sun hung low, lazily in the hazy sky. They dined like kings on Spaghetti-O’s from the can. The crew were tired, but felt they had made great accomplishments.'''

'''They sat reminiscing, making small talk about their lives before the zombie  apocalypse. “Can it be spread through scratches?”, Braydon inquired.'''

'''Mac sat blankly staring at the fire, not  acknowledging the question. He was thinking of his wife, and his daughter. Now only his daughter was left. His wife was violently ripped apart by an infected dog. He had never seen something so horrific. He was helpless, and couldn’t save her. He held her as she gasped her last breath. Tears streamed down his cleanly shaven face. He bore the burden of putting her down, a single shot between her eyes when she turned.This haunted him every time he closed his eyes. he knew he would find out when he see’s his daughter die, he was afraid of losing his daughter, it was all he had left in the world, his wife was bitten by a vicious infected dog, the infected dog tore his wife apart, Mac putting down his wife was the worst depressing experience he ever had, he had to put the revolver barrel between his wife’s eyes and he had to pull the trigger so his wife’s corpse couldn’t reanimate and try to kill him next or his daughter.'''

Mac’s daughter’s name is Amy, she is 16 years old, she had her own handgun, Mac alway’s warned his daughter to only his gun for emergency, too bad she used it for something stupid.

Amy was outside with a flashlight and armed with a handgun, she felt like something was her from behind, she heard stick’s creaking, she immediately panic and fired her handgun, she realized she made stick creak and make loud noises, the mansion was starting to get surrounded by dozens and dozens of zombies, “Oh sh*t….” she whispered to herself,

More and more zombies surrounded the mansion, dozens and dozens of them growled and were ready to kill.

'''Braydon, sergeant t and Mac came outside, first thing Mac did when he got outside was yelled at his daughter before he realized they were being surrounded by zombies. Mac’s eyes widen and his mouth dropped open, they all quickly went into the mansion and they shut the doors.'''

'''Everyone started to panic, the panic became worst and worst, they were all afraid this might be there last day alive, the weren’t afraid of death but they certainly didn’t want to die because flesh eater’s tore them to pieces. '''

“If this b*tch didn’t shoot that gun we would’ve been fine, we don’t even have this entire place boarded up.” Braydon said, “SORRY, I JUST HAD A PANIC!” Amy yelled, tears started to come out of her eyes, Sergeant t went back outside and started shooting zombies, he shot more and more of the zombies in the head, he only had one more bullet left in his M16, he went right up front to a zombie, he pointed the barrel at the zombies head and he pulled the trigger, the zombie instantly fell to the ground.

Sergeant t returned to the mansion and he shut the door, “They know were in here now.” Sergeant t said, he was disappointed in Amy, very dissapointed a girl her age would act that way, he expected her to be more smart and not draw zombies to the mansion but what could he expect, she was still young.

'''A small group of zombies pounded on the front locked door of the mansion, they were trying to get in because they needed there fix of fresh human meat, they survived off it. Zombies pounded on the door, they got louder and louder, more and more terrifying, Amy cried even louder, the zombies broke threw the front door, they growled louder and louder, more and more anxiety clouted the survivors minds, the zombies reached out for Amy and got a good grip on arm, her arms were long, two zombies bit into her arm and ripped out a good amount of her flesh from her arm. Blood came out of her arm instantly. A angry vicious zombie was carrying a sharm and wide rock over it’s head, it smashed the rock over and over her head, until you could see her brains, the zombies ripped her brain straight out of her skull and they ripped parts off it, Amy’s body was covered with blood everywhere, the zombies started feeding off her flesh.'''

'''“Sorry Amy….” Mac said in a low and very depressing voice, he put his revolver up to his head and he shot himself, he was dead too now, only two survivors, the two went upstairs and they went into Mac’s bedroom, there was a big window, they both decided to jump off from the window, it was better than becoming zombies food and it wasn’t a big long drop, before they could even escape a zombie hit Braydon’s head against the wall, Braydon’s vision went dizzy and he couldn’t stand up straight. “Son of a b*tch!” sergeant t yelled, he shot the zombie in the head with his handgun, Braydon feel first face on the ground, before Braydon could stand up a zombie with Mac’s revolver hit Braydon in the head over and over again, wouldn’t stop, Braydon was unconscious, the zombie bit into Braydon’s neck and ripped a chunk out from Braydon’s neck. Sergeant t shot the zombie in the head, Braydon was now dead due to blood loss. Sergeant t shot Braydon in the head so he couldn’t reanimate, Sergeant t jumped out the window and landed hard on his knee, he struggled but managed to getup, he shot the zombies in front of him in the head, he made his way past the zombies, he heard someone “Come over here!”'''

Sergeant t followed this guy, who was this guy, was he part of the military, a farmer?

Who knows….

After the two escaped the guy introduced himself, his name was “Nate”, Nate was very young, he was at least 18 or 19, Nate told Sergeant t he was heading to the big city because the radio said to go there because it’s safest there, the two made it onto the big road that led to the city “Atlanta”.

'''“I’m tired, can we stop?” Nate asked, sergeant t replied with “For a little bit.”, before Nate could even sit down and relax, sergeant t panicked when he saw the bite, “I was bitten, i need to get help.” Nate said with a anxious and very scared voice, “Don’t worry, were almost at the city” Sergeant t said, as they walked sergeant t saw Nate struggling with the sevre fever, he could tell it sucked to be bitten. The two finally made it to the city, they were sweating like crazy, the sweat got to them, “I need to take a piss.” Nate said, sergeant t could tell it was an accuse but why even make up an accuse, Nate went into a bush behind sergeant t, he put the handgun at the side of his head and he shot himself.'''

'''Sergeant t spun around quickly and saw Nate’s lifeless body, he cried and yelled “I’m the last f*cking one! Why dammit, why is everyone getting killed!”, he didn’t give up hope and he continued walking into the city,'''

He saw no one, he was now in the middle of the city, crying, feeling hopeless, he knew the virus has now wiped out Atlanta and he knew he may be the last man in Atlanta.

The virus has now wiped out dozens and dozens of people, the entire world now might now be taken over by the dead.

No hope, no more hope left, sergeant t now knew this is the extinction of the human race.

'''Sergeant T’s big question inside his head was Is this virus global? Has everyone around the world been infected with this virus?'''

It remains a mystery.

Author’s Note: Chapter two wasn’t fully edited and please if you are going to criticize my work please don’t be rude.