He began to laugh loudly as he stabbed the zombies.
“Jay…Shit”, Dave said. He fired two rounds into the zombie that was only two feet in front of him.
Click
Click
“Dave.” Margie said.
“Margie, I wish we had met under better circumstances”, Dave said to her with a smile on his face.
He picked up an MP’s baton, shoved it in the nearest zombie’s face, and jumped over the wall to join his friend.
“Jay! I can’t let you have all the fun!”, Dave said. He looked at his friend, covered in bites and scratches.
Jason looked back at him for a second, “Well, I’m winning! Come on!”
Both friends attacked the horde as best they could, stabbing and clubbing them as fast as they could. Both of them shouting as loud as they could at throng of undead.
Their primal battle cries and sounds of slaughter began to slowly fade from Margie’s ears. The battlefield grew quiet. She didn’t know who had fallen first, but Margie knew it.
She was all alone now.
She began to weep as all the sound faded from her ears. She just heard a little ringing in her ears as she fired the last few rounds of the assault rifle propped against the sandbag wall behind her.
Click
Click
She felt their cold hands grab hold of her, digging deep into her skin. She closed her eyes and felt nothing at all.
The last thought she had was of the white dove flying with the olive branch held in its beak.
All the faces of those she had met before flashed through her mind. She saw them all smiling at her.
She felt herself smile one last time.
Then, just then…
The world seemed like a better place again.
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