So, go on, slowly we get to the interesting part.

Have fun

Ryo

PS: Greetings to Milliy ^^ * wink *

7)

Burning cars. Broken windows. Screams.

When the group stepped out through the large portal they thought it was over, but now ... it seemed to them that they had ended up in hell.

"My God, what's here ..." Diana's legs gave way, she almost passed out, but Rick caught her before she could tip over.

Alan looked around, even if he hadn't believed it until now, didn't want to admit it, he had thought it.

The zombies hadn't come out of school, they came IN to school looking for new victims.

You knew it, you knew exactly that it was impossible that the horde of "zombies" were still in school, there were just too many.

Toni was pale, but at the same time very angry, she stood next to Alan while Rick and Ben took care of Diana.

"The whole city ... at least the surrounding area, God, what just happened?"Alan let his gaze wander through the destroyed street, although there were no zombies to be seen in the immediate vicinity, but the corpses lying around, including police officers, were clearly the work of these monsters.

- "I think" God "has little to do with this ... but I don't know anymore either ... whether there was no more room in hell?" He tightened his grip on the scythe.

Toni stepped a little closer to him. “What do we do now?” She looked at him with wide eyes, a flash of despair.

A good question, what are you going to do now? Alan ignored the sneering tone of his inner voice and thought.

Another might have hoped that the strange events that led to this catastrophe were confined to the immediate area, would desperately cling to that hope.

But you don't, right? You know it is spreading, has probably already spread to the entire city. The big question is: how do you tell the others?It had never been his way of saying many words, sooner or later they would notice, the only question remained what to do now.

Toni suddenly grabbed his arm, tore him from his thoughts. He shook off her grip and saw her watery eyes.

"Come on now !! What should we do?"

Was he the leader now? He didn't like this role at all, he didn't feel like taking on this responsibility.

“I don't know.” He sounded rather gruff.

- "I don't know about you guys, but I damn well want to know what's going on here !!" It was Rick 's voice, he had helped Diana back on her feet and took a few steps towards the blond boy.

Meanwhile, Ben sat on the top step of the stairs, his head on his knees, he felt as if everything around him was blurring, reality had turned into a sick video game world.

"You're right," Diana stumbled a little more, but her voice was firm and again that kind of surprised Alan.Ben had risen, his face was grim, really manly, Alan thought, no comparison to a few hours earlier. “I want to know, I want to know who is responsible for this!” He clenched his fist.

Toni was driven by her sheer anger and desperation, actually she should have been afraid, at least she believed so, but she couldn't feel fear, she wanted to fight.

Well there you have your answer. So will you finally stand by what they see in you? Will you lead them

"All right, let's find out what's going on here." He stepped to the edge of the stairs, "We should split up, two groups will surely be more successful than one."

The others weren't that surprised, Alan thought tactically, not emotionally, and that's exactly why he was a natural leader.

Rick looked at the group, "How should we split up? We're five."

- "That's obvious, you can probably take care of yourself best after me, so you grab Ben and Diana.Me and Toni are the other group ", he hoped this division would be correct, after all he had no idea what was going on here, he acted according to his instinct.

Rick hoisted the heavy ax on his shoulder. "Well, where do we meet again?"

- "The police station. Tomorrow at exactly 3:00 p.m. in front of the RPD. Look for anything useful, food, weapons, information and tools."

While he was still saying that, he went down the stairs, the scythe tightly clutched. "If necessary, break in shop windows and break down doors, I hardly think anyone will crack us down for shoplifting.

And now most important of all: Don't let these "zombies" kill you. I want to see each of you alive again !! "

Great speech, boss, replied his inner voice scornfully.

The group nodded to him, in their faces he read a determination that he himself would have liked and although he was still far from calling them friends he felt a certain sympathy for them.Rick was the first to speak again. "Well then, let's go !!" He struggled to smile and held out his hand to Alan. He hesitated, but then grabbed her.

"3:00 pm, don't forget that."

"Of course not."

The group of three moved away from Alan and Toni, they were a little perplexed.

"So?" Toni looked at him again with those big eyes. "Guns, we need some kind of weapon for you."

- "Hm ... weapons ... yes ... the kendo gun shop is at most three blocks away", she pointed in the opposite direction that Rick and the others had taken, "I always pass it on the way to school."

"Then pray these things didn't completely destroy him."

Without another word he went off, Toni rolled behind him on the roller blades, his presence gave her a feeling of security and with a big cannon she would certainly feel even better.

8th)

All right, this is a video game, right? You dont need to be afraid.Ben walked slowly and carefully through the streets, he saw the devastation the zombies had wreaked, Rick and Diana walked only a meter in front of him. Diana looked at the shops they passed, after a few minutes' walk they had landed in one of the small shopping areas and as she had expected it was completely destroyed, corpses lay in the streets, but what was worse, three of the corpses shuffled up moaning You to.

"Careful !!" Rick stood in front of the two of them and pulled up the ax, but Ben pushed past him.

It's just a game so fight !!

"They're mine!" He yelled.

- "Are you crazy? Stay back !!"

Without paying attention, Ben reached into the backpack he had taken from his back and took out one of the test tubes. It contained a light-colored liquid.

Ben took aim and threw the small glass cylinder directly at the body of the middle zombie, there was a hissing and cracking sound, the liquid had turned into gas, but only for milliseconds.The zombie stopped moving, he stopped making a sound, a bright white spot had spread over his body.

Meanwhile, Rick had eliminated the two other zombies with targeted blows of the ax and was approaching the third one, who was standing motionless.

Ben also went up to him, he stood directly in front of the zombie and tapped a finger against the dead man, which simply fell over and smashed to the ground with a strange noise.

The parts scattered on the floor. "Wow ... what was that?"

"Liquid nitrogen, when it comes into contact with the air it freezes immediately and this lightning-fast icing makes organic and inorganic substances brittle like glass. You can even destroy steel with it."

The other two looked at him puzzled, he felt good, he had fought and won.

“Keep it up, dude.” Rick grinned and put a hand on his shoulder.

After this short break, they made their way through the shopping district again, past a fashion boutique, which was locked, then they stepped into a new alley where a neon sign was blinking."Jack" was written in large letters over an old wooden door.

"A bar," said Rick, "we might find something useful in there, drinks and possibly a weapon."

He was the first to approach the door when it was suddenly pushed open, Rick almost put an ax in the head of the person who came out, but he just realized it was a man, a living one.

Rick was about to say something, but the man screamed when he saw the boy and ran away, probably thinking he was a zombie. He had brown hair and was wearing a yellow vest with a symbol Rick had never seen before, but he had heard about it: Special Tactics and Rescue Squad, S.T.A.R.S., a special unit of the RPD, apparently even they were completely overwhelmed.

The man seemed completely scared and ran away without paying any attention to the small group.

"He had a gun, he could have helped us." Diana looked a little disappointed.

"No, he's close to a nervous breakdown, he wouldn't be of any help."Rick sounded almost as cool as Alan.

He opened the door of the bar and entered, an already dead zombie was lying under a stuffed deer head, otherwise nothing lived here.

“All quiet, take a look around, but still be careful.” The two of them entered behind him and Ben closed the door.

They parted the barely damaged room, Rick looked behind the counter and searched the compartments below.

Most of them were just shot glasses and there were a few broken bottles on the floor, but in one of the compartments he found something extremely enjoyable.

“Hey, that's nice.” He pulled the metallic object out of the compartment and held it in his hand.

A pistol, small and compact, with a half-full box of cartridges and an empty magazine in the compartment.

"That's a start," He put the gun on the counter and the other two looked at it while he counted the cartridges. "With the full magazine in the gun, there are 24 rounds.Not much, but we might find more somewhere. "He filled the empty magazine and then held the gun out to Diana.

“Can you handle something like that?” Diana looked a little startled at the gun in his hand.

"You'd better take it, you can probably handle it better." Rick shook his head.

"You need a gun, I'll be able to handle the ax for a while and Ben has a whole bag full of this chemical stuff."

He was right, without a gun it would only be a burden to both of them and she didn't want that, she took the gun a little uncertainly, it wasn't heavy, it was very handy. “OK,