Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Living the Life ❯ Sewers and Dams ( Chapter 10 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

Disclaimer: This story belongs to Smortz. Characters and plot created by me as well

Chapter 10

Quinn gapped through the binoculars. “T-They didn't learn how to climb, they learned how to communicate and knocked the gate over, Barb if they find a way to get over this gate we're screwed we should think of an evacuation,” Quinn said sternly, Peter's nod in agreement giving her a boost of confidence.

“I've already thought about that, we don't have the equipment to move so many people though,” Barb explained as they all looked at the hundreds of zombies running crazily through the forest.

Carlos cleared his throat, his eyes widening as an idea hit him, “The tunnel, Barb we could use the tunnels below us to move the people, do you know where it ends?”

Barb nodded, “Underneath the dam about twenty minutes away.”

Quinn nodded as she stood up, “We should move the people there-”

Barb cut her off, “Peter, I need you to fly over the dam, I want you to see the situation over there, it could be flooded, Carlos your jet?”

“Still on top of the supermarket,” he finished.

“Carlos go with Peter, get into your jet, when I give you the okay I want you to bomb this entire area, Quinn take Hunter's unit and begin filling the tunnels, my unit will deal with any of the ones that have already began planning,” Barb commanded before Quinn took off at a jog to find Hunter.

He was smoking with his gun out against the warehouse, “What's up Barbie?” He asked. “Barb ordered us to get the people into the tunnels,” she informed him.

He flicked his cigarette to the ground and nodded to his team, who pushed the warehouse doors open.

The people were huddled together in fear as cries from the zombies sounded like painful shrieks.

“They got in didn't they?” A girl asked.

Quinn nodded to her before Hunter cleared his throat, “Okay! We've cleared out an underground tunnel that is awaiting your safe exit. It get's out on a dam that the helicopter and Marines are checking out as we speak if you could get into a neat line we can move-“

People began to panic before he could finish, grabbing their belongings and beginning to cry. The sounds made Quinn's head implode as she shot her Beretta into the ground below her. “Get in a line!”

“Way to go Barbie,” Hunter let out, covering his mouth to cough before watching the people slowly pull into a less then perfect standard line.

“Toshio watch the back, Carter and J watch the sides, anyone who gets out of line usher them back in,” Hunter ordered, the joking tone completely dissolved to commanding as the unit's soldiers nodded and took up their areas.

Quinn hiked her rifles higher onto her shoulder, “Ready?” She asked.

Hunter nodded and she began to lead them across the yard, “We'll wait in the basement for your friends.”

She tossed him a thankful glance before taking off at a run for the house and jostling up the stairs. Pushing open the door she gapped at the lack of people in there. “I-I'm going to kill you,” she whispered out loud, her chest throbbing in pain as she grabbed her back pack under the cot. Her cell phone was in her hands in an instant as she dialed Ryan's phone.

“Yo?” Ryan murmured a husky giggle in the back.

“Get your fucking ass into the cafeteria and Izzie's too,” she gritted out before hanging up and turning around. Alex and Branson stood there with a smoking Mike. “Where the fuck were you!?” She shouted as she tossed her back pack to him, “Come on, they already started evacuating.”

“Evacuating?” Mike repeated.

“There's hundreds, maybe even a thousand, and they didn't learn to climb they learned how to think and communicate, it won't be long until they get into here,” she let out carefully as she looked at Alex, “Izzie's in the cafeteria now let's go.”

Pushing her way passed Mike she jogged down the stairs and glared at Ryan and Izzie who seemed to have finally realized something had gone wrong.

“Come on,” she uttered in irritation as she led them into the basement. Hunter was waiting with her group of people before a small `I don't see anyone' was heard and Toshio emerged from the monitor room.

She snuck up beside Hunter, “Have you heard anything?”

“Only gunshots,” he answered and she sighed in worry, “we should go to the artillery room and get as much as we can hold.”

“I was thinking about that, but I wanted to wait for word from Peter that the dam's not flooded-“

“Carlos here, I'm at the jet, Peter's hovering over the dam,” Carlos's voice rang through.

She pulled her radio out, “We're waiting for a clear from Peter before leaving.”

“I'm low on fuel also, Barb, if you're listening, so once I carry out the mission I'm going straight to the dam,” he warned.

“The air base by you is-”

“I'm not getting out of this jet with those things running around,” Carlos grumbled, “Peter said he'd come with me later.”

A third voice came into the line, “Yea, its all clear here, we'll have to clear out the inside though, I think there's some in there.”

Hunter and Quinn looked at each other, as if debating it. “I can clear it out,” Quinn murmured, “If you give me three of your men I can clear it.”

Hunter nodded then before sighing into the radio, “Barb, we're leaving.”

They never got a reply as Hunter and her through open the artillery room, “J, guard the door.”

Quinn felt a magnetized deity pull her to the sniper rifles, pulling a cheaper M40 rifle over her shoulder and a secondary assault rifle on her shoulder, pulling multiple magazines into her pocket and a flashlight.

“You sure you want to go in there without a full unit?” Hunter asked.

“I want to be able to relax as soon as possible,” Quinn replied, “ready?'

“Shit, your Rambo Barbie now,” he muttered before he guarded the door for the other soldiers to choose their weapons.

She ignored his compliment, pulling the radio close to her mouth, “Peter how many do you think are in there?”

“Oh, a good amount, I'd say… twenty?” He whispered.

Hunter looked to J, “J, you and Carter go with Barbie to clear out those twenty.”

The soldiers looked like they wanted to protest but Quinn had already started jogging down the tunnel, this feeling to shoot something taken over before Carlos chuckled over the radio. “Don't get carried away Quinn.”

She turned it off with a small smile as J and Carter came up beside her and they climbed up the ladder that connected the tunnels to the sewers.

“Oh that shit's bad,” Carter let out and Quinn nodded as the smell imploded on her senses. She pulled her shirt to cover her nose and mouth, jumping into the disgusting water as she began to jog through it. “Do you know where to go?” Carter asked.

Quinn forced a nod, “Forward, if we reach a fork I'll radio someone.”

As if on cue, Barb finally appeared through Carter's radio. “We're underneath the sewers,” she added, “Carlos, it's your turn.”

The sound of a jet carried throughout the sky and she grinned at the sound before the sound disappeared. “I-I think we're under it,” she muttered looking up the ladder at the sewer lid.

She drew a hand gun as she climbed the ladder and pushed the lid up. She saw the large dam, “Y-Yea found it.”

She closed the lid, grabbing the radio on her belt again, “Peter, can you cover fire while we come up?”

“You got it,” he paused, “okay, ready.”

She popped the lid open as quietly as she could, getting up and looking around. There were a few, but none had spotted them before she looked at the back door no more than twenty feet away. Holding her hand she helped J and Carter through before sliding the lid closed, leaving a crack so it didn't give that horrible thumping noise.

Carter jiggled the knob and they all seemed to grin as it opened slowly and she pointed her assault rifle into the hall. “Lock the door behind you,” she muttered and heard the click. “Turn off your radios,” she added before talking into her radio, “We're in, turning off radio.”

It went back into her pocket as she pointed to the hall in front of her, “Carter, J, go down that one, I'll clear this one out, and we'll meet on the other side?”

J snorted, “I'll go with you Barbie.”

She didn't think sending him a glare would change his mind as she walked down the hallway slowly, listening to Carter's shots. “That was quick,” she whispered as she opened a desk to find no one. “I think I picked the wrong way.”

J sniggered, tossing the red curls out of his eyes before they turned the corner and saw four of them, huddled together. “A-Are they talking?”

The noise was like birds squawking at each other, sharp hints of vocal cords, nothing complicated, and yet she had no idea what to think. She looked through the scope, pointing as J did the same. The series of shots ended with the four bodies on the ground as she glanced behind her again.

Carter came around the corner, “I was just about to shoot them!” He complained as one turned the corner.

She grabbed her sniffle rifle off her shoulder instantly. The woman in a janitor outfit beginning to run at him as she tried to aim behind him. The worry in her huge as she pulled the trigger, Carter froze, looking at her in disbelief before the cry of pain from behind him alerted him.

“Oh snap Barbie,” J cursed as Carter stared at the woman who could've turned hi into a zombie.

“Nice shot,” he whispered before she turned the corner, turning her radio on, “First floors clear-“

A loud boom had her clued into Carlos's succession before the sound of a jet carried over again.

“First floor clear,” she repeated, “the sewer's about twenty feet from the door, J and Peter will give cover fire.”

J took that as his hint to go back to the door they'd come through before she began to walk up the stairs slowly, peering around the railing to shoot any she could see. “How old are you again?”

“Sixteen,” she murmured, “I grew up with Barb.” She added without thought and it seemed to answer the second question he thought of. “How many floors does this have?” She asked into the radio.

“Just three,” Peter answered as she stepped around the corner only to see the next stair case. “I'm on the last floor, I'll come on to the roof to help cover fire,” she whispered.

“Got it, I'll tell Hunter,” Peter said before the static of an empty channel hit her ear and she heard the slam of two doors.

“S-Shit,” Carter grumbled as she turned around staring at the eight zombies lined up and waiting for them.

“Legs,” she said urgently, “aim for the legs.”

When they started fighting she flinched at the barrage of bullets she sent after them. Blood splattered against the lower walls and floor as they fell to the ground, crawling after them to get a piece. “I feel like I'm watching a Romero movie,” she said.

Carter laughed as she shot them in the heads, stepping over them to trot up to the third floor. The large control room that took up the third floor was completely empty and she was happy for that as she opened the story a closets. Nothing again.

She kicked open the roof door, “Yo Petey.”

“Yo,” he said as she came onto the radio, “Buildings clear, with Peter to cover fire.”

She set her sniper rifle over the edge and smiled when Peter joined her as she clicked the magazine into the gun. The sewer lid popped off again. Hunter climbed out, taking guard in front of the lid from the zombies as Carter opened the door below them.

She kept her eye on them, watching as they all tried to hush their cries and run towards Carter who in turn loaded them into the building.

It wasn't until the majority of the people were inside; they heard a scream from in the building. All the zombies outside turned their heads instantly, almost like from the Exorcists. “Shit,” her and Peter cursed as they began frantically shooting people.

Quinn could hear Hunter shouting for them to run, for them to climb the ladder quicker. “L-Look there,” Quinn said to Peter as the zombies looked somewhere else.

Headlights appeared around the corner, a large school bus screeching around its turn. The sound of impact the only thing signaling they'd hit the zombies. “Are they zombies?” Peter asked and she looked through the scope at them.

“They look normal,” she muttered, “but with that kind of noise there's probably more behind them.”

“Go down and cover them,” Peter ordered and she nodded lifting her rifle up to slide down the ladder on the edge of the building. She looked through her scope as the bus stopped in front of the sewer lid. “Can we come in, you guys look like you need more to protect,” the driver shouted, pushing the doors open.

“Get it!” Quinn shouted pointing to the door as she ran around the bus. “H-Holy shit,” she whispered watching the mass of running zombies come around the corner.

Carlos ran up behind her, his Marines complete uniform on him as he began shooting instantly, not caring to aim as his bullets ripped through the legs. “Get-”

“I'm not leaving you,” she cut him off, pushing another magazine into place.

Hunter came around, his rifle ready and smoking from current shots, “Barb's watching over the sewer, on the count of three we run like hell?”

“One,” Quinn began, but no one waited until three. As soon as she spoke the words Carlos and Hunter had turned and began running as she laid down one last line of bullets before running like hell as well.

Carter slammed the door close behind her, Barb pushing the three of them out of the way as they slammed a desk against the door. “There's a bookcase,” J began but Barb's look told him to go get it.

“Quinn?” Ryan's voice rang and she tried to find her friend.

He came out of the mass of people. “What happened, who screamed?” She asked as she wrapped her rifle around her soldier.

“Izzie did when she saw all the bodies,” he said after a suspicious pause.

“Oh,” she grumbled, “um, we cleared out the entire building so start spreading the word that it's safe.”

Ryan nodded but he didn't move to leave and she could see him trying to think of something to say. “Don't even try to make up something Ryan,” she finished her sentence with moving through the crowd. Her radio was pulled off of her belt by Carlos. “Peter we're all inside,” he muttered.

“Get the fuck up here and help me out!” Was screamed out and without thinking Quinn and Carlos were skidding down the well cleaned floor and up the stairs.

Quinn only had her handgun out as they busted through the roof door to see Peter hanging over the ladder. “We have to get this thing off, they're climbi-”

“Back off,” Quinn warned as she shot the nuts that screwed that ladder to the roof. Carlos and Peter pushed it away from the roof and when the zombies climbed up it, it fell backwards on to them.

“Okay!” Carlos explained.

Quinn wasn't think so happy, storming back into the building she located Barb setting up headquarters in the large patrol panel.

“Y-You didn't bring anything with you did you?” Quinn asked. “We don't have any food, no cars, nothing!”

Barb's eyes narrowed on her, “We're thinking on it Quinn.”

“Thinking on it?” Quinn repeated. “Well, when you finish thinking tell me.”

Barb sighed, watching Quinn move to leave, “Quinn, do you have an idea? You think way faster than I do, and you've always been smarter.”

Quinn stopped, turning around to stare at her. “Peter and Carlos need fuel-“

“Carlos took fuel from a sky tanker, he's fine,” Barb murmured.

“Peter needs fuel?”

“Most likely,” Barb added.

Quinn let out a breath, “We could fine a deserted area, smaller town that won't have a lot of them. Farmland, they have supermarkets, we could do that. Peter can restock and we can go shopping. We should see what we can find here though. I'm going to locate the men from the bus.”