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living room floor.
It looked as if it had been dragged from the kitchen in the direction of the front window, leaving a trail of Jon and Julie’s blood on the floor.
I quickly made my way into the living room and saw Jacob by the front window he'd been shooting out of, he was struggling with a zombie, as several other zombies tried to climb through that same window without much success.
Jacob had done what I had told him and left some large shards of glass along the window frame, and the zombies were slicing the flesh from their hands and arms all the way down to the bone, leaving big pieces of slightly greenish tinted skin drooping over the windowsill.
On the floor in front of me, was Jacob's spare magazine that he had unknowingly dropped. He had emptied his first magazine, and when he reached for the spare one that he had brought with him, it wasn’t there, and that undead killer had attacked him before he could pick it up off the floor.
I rushed across the room and struck the zombie in the side of the head with the metal reinforced wooden butt stock of my rifle. It tumbled off to the side of the couch and landed face first on the floor next to the wall.
Although the stock on the rifle had a metal butt plate on it, the zombie was only temporarily stunned, and almost immediately began to stand up. Sticking the barrel of my rifle to the back of the assaulting zombie's head, I pulled the trigger and blew a gaping hole in the back of its skull, and at the same time the exit wound my bullet made was even bigger, which caused most of the zombie's face to be splattered all over the living room wall.
"Are you all right?" I asked, quickly scanning Jacob up and down looking for any wounds he might have suffered.
"I'm fine dad," he said, not really looking the part.
Just then, I heard a noise behind me and saw Jacob lift his rifle and scream.
"Look out!"
He pulled the trigger, and we both cringed as his carbine spit out a deafening click .
During his struggle with the zombie, he'd forgotten that he'd run his gun empty.
I swung around and saw a rather large blood stained male zombie staggering toward me, and closing the gap between him and me rather quickly.
Having no time to acquire a proper sight picture, or even enough time to raise the muzzle of my rifle slightly, I fired from the hip, as Jacob had done in the garage during our failed attempt to fill the gas can.
Putting the first bullet just below the mutant's belt buckle, this slowed the zombie's momentum a little, as the 7.62mm full metal jacketed round drilled through its innards and crashed into the back of its pelvic bone.
I pulled the trigger several more times in rapid secession, and watched my bullets slam into the zombie's body.
As the muzzle climbed a small amount with each shot, my bullets impacted the living corpse from its crotch to its eyeballs before it collapsed onto the floor just inches from me.
The power of the AK-47 shot at point blank range, not only slowed the oncoming undead cannibal somewhat, but it also ravaged its body to the point that pieces of its spine and intestines were hanging out the back of its torn and blood soaked shirt.
I looked down at the gory mess that was in a pile at my feet, and I thought to myself, " I stitched up this subhuman, Chinese Gangland style !"
I stepping over the crumpled body in front of me, and told Jacob to pick up the spare magazine that he had dropped and said. "Let's get out of here."
Ejecting the empty magazine from his rifle, he quickly inserted the fresh one into his gun, and racked a round into the chamber.
"I'm right behind you," he said, as he crammed the empty magazine into his pocket.
We dashed out of the living room, thinking that we would go through the kitchen, into the garage.
That plan was suddenly thwarted when we ran head long into three more of the undead maniacs that were investigating the gunfire they had heard in the living room and had come in through the patio door in the
It looked as if it had been dragged from the kitchen in the direction of the front window, leaving a trail of Jon and Julie’s blood on the floor.
I quickly made my way into the living room and saw Jacob by the front window he'd been shooting out of, he was struggling with a zombie, as several other zombies tried to climb through that same window without much success.
Jacob had done what I had told him and left some large shards of glass along the window frame, and the zombies were slicing the flesh from their hands and arms all the way down to the bone, leaving big pieces of slightly greenish tinted skin drooping over the windowsill.
On the floor in front of me, was Jacob's spare magazine that he had unknowingly dropped. He had emptied his first magazine, and when he reached for the spare one that he had brought with him, it wasn’t there, and that undead killer had attacked him before he could pick it up off the floor.
I rushed across the room and struck the zombie in the side of the head with the metal reinforced wooden butt stock of my rifle. It tumbled off to the side of the couch and landed face first on the floor next to the wall.
Although the stock on the rifle had a metal butt plate on it, the zombie was only temporarily stunned, and almost immediately began to stand up. Sticking the barrel of my rifle to the back of the assaulting zombie's head, I pulled the trigger and blew a gaping hole in the back of its skull, and at the same time the exit wound my bullet made was even bigger, which caused most of the zombie's face to be splattered all over the living room wall.
"Are you all right?" I asked, quickly scanning Jacob up and down looking for any wounds he might have suffered.
"I'm fine dad," he said, not really looking the part.
Just then, I heard a noise behind me and saw Jacob lift his rifle and scream.
"Look out!"
He pulled the trigger, and we both cringed as his carbine spit out a deafening click .
During his struggle with the zombie, he'd forgotten that he'd run his gun empty.
I swung around and saw a rather large blood stained male zombie staggering toward me, and closing the gap between him and me rather quickly.
Having no time to acquire a proper sight picture, or even enough time to raise the muzzle of my rifle slightly, I fired from the hip, as Jacob had done in the garage during our failed attempt to fill the gas can.
Putting the first bullet just below the mutant's belt buckle, this slowed the zombie's momentum a little, as the 7.62mm full metal jacketed round drilled through its innards and crashed into the back of its pelvic bone.
I pulled the trigger several more times in rapid secession, and watched my bullets slam into the zombie's body.
As the muzzle climbed a small amount with each shot, my bullets impacted the living corpse from its crotch to its eyeballs before it collapsed onto the floor just inches from me.
The power of the AK-47 shot at point blank range, not only slowed the oncoming undead cannibal somewhat, but it also ravaged its body to the point that pieces of its spine and intestines were hanging out the back of its torn and blood soaked shirt.
I looked down at the gory mess that was in a pile at my feet, and I thought to myself, " I stitched up this subhuman, Chinese Gangland style !"
I stepping over the crumpled body in front of me, and told Jacob to pick up the spare magazine that he had dropped and said. "Let's get out of here."
Ejecting the empty magazine from his rifle, he quickly inserted the fresh one into his gun, and racked a round into the chamber.
"I'm right behind you," he said, as he crammed the empty magazine into his pocket.
We dashed out of the living room, thinking that we would go through the kitchen, into the garage.
That plan was suddenly thwarted when we ran head long into three more of the undead maniacs that were investigating the gunfire they had heard in the living room and had come in through the patio door in the
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