Yeah, I just got a cast on today. It sucks and it hurts really bad. I was in Gym class and I jumped and landed with my ankle rolled and sprained both ligaments on either side of my ankle. I have been hobbling around and had to skip ski team yesterday because of it. And my school doesn't have a nurse! I had to have Ski Patrol evaluate it and let me know it was sprained and they told me to get an X-Ray. It's sprained pretty bad, so Dr. Matt, a family friend, put a cast on it so it would heal faster. Man this sucks. I also bought the Zombie Survival Guide, and it is ****ing awesome! Okay, on to part 6.
I went through the next door first. Two zombies were in there, huddled over a still screaming body of a man, ripping him to shreds. I aimed down my rifle and popped each one in the head, then reluctantly put the victim out of his misery. There wer aisles of storage shelves in here, an open door to a janitor's closet, and plenty of dark places for the infected to hide. I pointed to a team member and then pointed them where to go to clear the room. The new guys got the aisles, Pat checked the Janitor's closet, and me, Mark, Ben, and the pilots all checked behind piles of boxes and paint cans.
As I was going tomy pile, I heard something clatter to the ground on the other side. I stopped and carefully listened for a second to see if it would happen again. Big mistake. As I was standing there, a Crimson Head jumped right through the ceiling high box pile and tackled me. My G36C fell on its sling and I used my arms to try and hold off the creature. It kept on trying to bite my neck, and I could barely stop it. Instictively, I reached my right hand behind me for my Hardballer. I heard the others yelling for me, but they wouldn't get here in time. I had to help myself.
The Crimson Head finally broke defense and threw my left arm out of the way just as I got a hold of my Hardballer. It screeched in triumph and just as I felt its cold teeth touching my neck, I brought up my left arm again and slugged it right in the side of the head. It was knocked off balance and fell off me just before it could bite down. It flailed its arms on the ground and finally got itself up on in a sitting position, keeping itself up with its arms. It saw me again and shrieked. It made a motion to come for me again, but one shot from my Hardballer to its head put a stop to that...