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Chris,"Let's see if that's true. We either fight or get an idea of some way out of here."
Chris leads. I stay near the back, in front of Ada. When the villagers see us, they stare at first. When we get closer Chris attempts to talk to someone but is immediately cut off with them yelling to one another. Dejavu.
We all grab our weapons as hoards of zombies come from inside houses and down small alleys in between the houses. They are armed with pitch forks and torches. As we shoot the oncoming threat, I realize that there are more than I had to deal with. The difference in number is so massave that this all had to of been planned. How long we've been tracked is the new question.
The zombies draw closer because of how many there are. The only guns we have are handguns because the rest we're blow up with the plane. Our ammo supply isn't big either. Now, Jake has resulted to attacking them instead of wasting ammo. The idea has crossed my mind, until I hear the rip of a chainsaw, close. I dodge to my left just in time to miss the blade of the chainsaw. Rolling on my back, I aim and shoot at the head of the chainsaw wielder, but Ive run out of ammo. Of course I have. Throwing my gun at it's head to create a divertion, which fails, I jump up. Sliding backward, I barely miss the blade again. As he brings the chainsaw up again, I jump over it, placing my hands against it's head to make it over. Then, I put one arm around it's neck, the other around it's head, and break his neck.