The next time I looked up from searching for weapons I saw that Bri was already jogging away the way she always did. Except this time she was only armed with a large branch instead of the shotgun I was used to seeing her with. "Dammit, Bri, where the hell are you going?" I hurried after her.
"To look around and find out what the fuck is going on," Bri told me over her shoulder like it was nothing.
I was still getting my head around just what had happened even though there was seriously no time to really worry about that. I was actually more worried about the fact that I had neither a handgun or my usual oozie I was used to having. Even with those missing aspects there was no denying wherever we were looked a hell of a lot like Blood Harvest from our favorite game. "Well, has it occurred to you that maybe running off like an idiot like you always do isn't the best idea here?" I asked more than a little impatiently.
"Then keep up!"
Hitting my best friend with my crowbar seemed like a rather attractive prospect right then. Except I somehow doubted I'd get one of my usual 'friendly fire' message flashing across my screen. Mostly because there was no screen in front of me. We were so fucked. I debated coming up with a snarky comment in response to Bri's indifference to still being in front of me but a sound off to my side distracted me. It sounded frighteningly like a hunter. Or a boomer. Or maybe a smoker. "Bri!" I hissed in hopes of not attracting whatever it was. Fortunately she heard me and turned back.
"What?"
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
I heard the gurgling choking sound again. "That!"
"Oh, shit." Bri hefted her big stick. "Was that a hunter?"
I shook my head. "Sounded like a smoker." The next thing I knew I saw something come flying out of the trees around us right towards Bri. I shouted and tried to go over but right then I saw more movement to my other side and realized that the zombies had most definitely come after us.
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