The Last Chapter (1003 hits)
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Submitted by Nath (w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m) (View user info) at 2006-04-11 08:52:55 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/82578
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/82892
Part 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/82945
Part 4: http://www.ubersite.com/m/82996
Part 5: http://www.ubersite.com/m/83134
Part 6: http://www.ubersite.com/m/83196
Part 7: http://www.ubersite.com/m/83306
Part 8: http://www.ubersite.com/m/84278 <- Dream intermission
Part 9: http://www.ubersite.com/m/84453
Part 10: http://www.ubersite.com/m/85871
Part 11: http://www.ubersite.com/m/85972
Part 12: http://www.ubersite.com/m/86303
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The drive in the van felt a lot longer than it actually was. Martin was pretty skilled behind the wheel, despite his occasionally bursts of maniacal vengeance on any zombie that might be unlucky enough to venture into the road.
For some reason, Martin seemed to enjoy his delusional matricide more enjoyable on four wheels than with his spear. I couldn't work out why, but that wasn't my main focus of attention.
The whole way I ran through my head as best I could the layout of the university housing that Adams and his group had managed to kick us out of. All the time I cursed myself for allowing it to happen. The fact that it would have been a mass suicide for us to take them on at the time wasn't enough to console me.
And thoughts always turned back to Kaptain Kitten. This just made my blood boil. Who the fuck did Adams think he was, thinking he could kill my cat and get away with it like that?
All the way Andy and I passed a hipflask of rum between us, taking sips or gulps. Occasionally Gregg would have some, and Emma tried a bit once, but spat it out on one of the cats.
By the time we were approaching the turning to the road, we had filled the flask up twice and Andy and I were both quite staggered.
But importantly, I had a plan.
Martin pulled over on the side of the road, about forty metres from the turn.
"Right, I've not had long," Ed said, taking a sideways glance at me in the van. "But I've got a decent plan."
"It's not decent, it sucks." I cut in. "Mine's better."
"You haven't even heard mine!" Ed whined.
"I don't need to." I said, passing the flask to Andy, to drain the last bit of the rum. "I'm a better planner than you are."
"How are you?" Ed's voice was rising.
"Because I beat you at chess all the time."
"We've never played!" Ed was close to shouting.
"Mate in twelve moves. You lose. Tough shit." I was getting annoyed with him now. It was about time he respected the chain of command I created.
"I'm not having this!" Ed yelled at me.
"I'm drunk." I said to him slowly. "I'm pissed off. I've lost my cat. I'm on a real adrenaline high. And I'm not going to put up with you compromising my chances to get my revenge my way."
He settled down and went quiet as I went through my plan.
Along the way people went through the holes in the plan, which I filled on the spot. But then someone else would point out the new holes that were created with my fixes.
Pretty soon it got to the point where at least two of us would have to turn invisible, phase through a wall and then split into two people.
And I don't think any of them were up to it.
And I was drunk.
"This plan of yours is bullshit." Ed spat the words at me.
I could feel myself getting increasingly angry at this whole thing. When I was just tensing up my fist, ready to punch Ed, I held myself back.
"Fuck this then. Fuck plans. Fuck strategies and fuck stealth." I grabbed something from my bag, put it into my pocket and pulled the door to the van open and slid out carefully onto the side of the road. I'd finally lost my patience.
"Where the hell are you going?" Jo asked with concern in her voice.
"To kick the shit out of some people." As I said it I noticed she made a move to come with me. "Hell no, woman. You stay there. If I don't make it back out, tell my story."
"Seriously?" Jo asked.
"Yeah." I nearly fell over on the road, but steadied myself on the van. The fresh air increased my drunkenness by about 200%. "Why?"
"You want me to tell it honest?"
"Yeah." I think I burped or hiccupped. Or both. "Except, miss out the bit where I cried."
"When did you cry?"
There was a bit of an awkward silence for a while.
"There wasn't. Stay safe."
I began to walk down the road, when I heard the doors to the van open again. Andy and Martin were walking with me.
Andy seemed just as wobbly as me, while Martin just looked wide eyed and excited. I began to wonder if he was on speed.
"Something you should know about the set-up in there." Martin said, as the pair caught up with me.
And Martin told us.
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It turns out Adams had been planning this little coup of his for a few weeks now, and had a lot of people on his side for a long time. But the reason none of the people lived in the same area of the university housing as him was because there was no room.
He and his main group had dedicated whole flats to catching zombies and doing things to them. The main thing was testing the effects of using various drugs, like ecstasy, cocaine, heroine, etc on them.
At first I thought this sounded like a fairly sensible thing. But it wasn't to find out there vulnerabilities. It was in search of a new high. The drugs were put into the zombies, then when they were certain it was in their blood flow, the blood would be removed and then injected into a human.
No experiments had been successful yet.
And all his guinea pigs were either dead, dying or zombies.
But worst of all, Martin told us that Kaptain Kitten was still partly alive.
"What the hell do you mean?" Andy and I both stopped, except I fell down. We were right on the corner of the street, the housing just in view at the end of the road.
"It turns out that Adams took his body and kind of dropped it into a pool of zombie blood. It wasn't quite a proper zombie transformation. Never seen anything like it."
I stood there fuming for a few seconds, before Andy broke my concentration.
"Do we actually have a plan?"
I took a look around the corner. Much of the zombie population that previously occupied the area had gone now, leaving roughly twenty wondering the streets.
"We just storm the fuckers." I said.
Andy and Martin just stared at me.
"What?"
"The three of us?"
"Yeah."
"Against a building full?"
"Yeah."
"You really think we can win a fight with those odds?" Andy looked a bit concerned.
"How many times have we had fights with groups of random strangers in pubs?" Andy had a little think back.
"Too many."
"For sure." I swayed a bit in the gentle breeze. "And how many have we lost?"
"One or two." Andy thought a bit harder. "Maybe. Let's say one and a half because of the draw."
"Exactly." I turned to Martin. "And, sorry to say it, man, you are an absolutely fucking lunatic killing machine. I've never met so many kinds of crazy that seem to be wrapped up in that fucked up brain of yours."
I might be wrong, but through the darkness of the night, Martin still appeared to beam with pride.
So the plan was set.
"Are we killing?" Andy asked. I couldn't tell if he was willing to from the tone of his voice.
"If you want to." I said. "How many of them are in there?" I asked Martin.
"Probably about twenty-five or so. Unless they've forced more into the experiments." Martin said. "Although they were running out of people who weren't in the hardcore group."
"Hardcore group?"
"I guess they're the ones you'd be willing to kill." Martin said. He was definitely twitching, seemingly desperate to get into battle. "The ones who do all the experiments and are more than willing to kill other people."
"Yeah, we are killing." I said. "With these fucking flesh eating sons of bitches after us, we could do without people trying to feed us to the fuckers as well."
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We charged around the corner, fast and as quiet as we could. If at any point a zombie seemed to be too close it was a quick, clean slice across the neck from me or Andy, or Martin would spear the bastard, pulling it out cleanly on the way past.
In moments we were approaching the front of the building. But it was obviously too late, as they had already been alerted. A massive torch that had been fixed outside of a window shone on, directly in our faces.
"Kill them!" Came a voice from above it.
Martin through his spear, this time smashing through the front lens and bulb of the torch, returning the street to dark. There was a scream, followed by a thud, as the person behind the torch fell to the road, Martin's spear sticking through his chest.
As we got to the boarded up front door, it was just beginning to open. An axe blade was just appearing around the side of it.
I was first to the door, so I threw myself against as hard as I could, slamming the person on the other side's arm into the door frame. There was a yelp of pain and they dropped the fire axe to the ground.
Grabbing the hand, I pulled them hard, through the doorway and into the street. The unfamiliar man stumbled into the street, but was instantly on his feet and charged at me.
In his other hand he had a large kitchen knife, which he dived at me with. Before he reached me, Andy had swiped he sword at the guys face. There was a scream of pain as the guy dropped to the ground, holding his face.
"Can I trust you guys to take out everyone else if I go for Adams?" I said.
"Definitely." Martin seemed on a real high.
"Sure." Andy threw his sword up and caught it again, trying to look smooth. Poor guy.
So we went our separate ways.
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According to Martin, Adams was where he had been all along, so I knew where to go easily. Also, Martin had informed me that Adams always kept his three best friends nearby, just for protection.
Made sense. I knew he was a faker.
I put my sword back in its sheath and pulled the crossbow off my back. As carefully and quietly as you can be when drunk, I made my way down the short network of corridors to where Adams would be.
I got to the end of the first corridor, where I was told his first friend would most likely be. Taking a quick glance around the corner, I saw the hallway deserted.
Pulling a business card out of my pocket I pressed it over the tip of the loaded arrow and lead in the middle of the hallway, waiting patiently. It wasn't long before the door at the very end opened.
The second he turned to look at me, I recognised Chris. He stared for a second, but before he could properly react I pulled the trigger. The shot was perfect and went cleanly through the centre of the chest of Chris, who staggered back through the door he just came through.
The door swung closed, hiding the room from view, but more importantly, hiding me from view. I pulled myself to my feet into a sprint, swinging the crossbow over my back and pulling the sword out.
On the way I heard someone yell: "Holy shit, he's back, boss."
That was a moment before slammed into the door. Hard. From a full sprint.
But I had forgotten that the flat doors were on automatic locks. I bounced off, leaving the door shaking in its frame as I staggered partly drunk, partly injured, back up the corridor.
As I managed to regain my composure, I heard the door being unlocked and a slight creak as it pulled open a tiny bit. Pulling it together as much as I could, I charged back down and through myself into the door.
I hit it with a hell of a force, knocking the dickhead on the other side across the room, so he was lead with Chris. There was already a thin red line down the centre of his face, as blood tried to force its way out.
Dazed, the stranger tried hard to get to his feet. I quickly put a stop to that by jabbing the tip of the sword through his throat. He slumped back down in a heap.
That would leave one more friend, and then Adams.
"Wow." I said to myself and the two dead bodies, as I wiped the blood off the blade. "I should drink more often."
I looked down the length of the corridor. Of the five rooms and kitchens, the kitchen was open and two of the bedroom doors were missing from the hinges. That left three potential.
Suddenly, out of one of the doorless rooms came charging the last of his friends. I knew the face but couldn't place the name. Not that I had need or time to, as he ran at me with a small, personal fire axe.
I was a bit late in holding up my sword, but the axe made short work, knocking it clean out of my hands. As the next swipe was aimed at my face, I dropped to the ground.
Making sure to land on my side to avoid the crossbow, I quickly thrust my foot upwards, slamming directly into the man's crotch. This halted him for a few seconds, as he doubled over, which was enough time for me.
I snatched the axe from his hand and brought it down cleanly into his scalp. His body went into a short burst of shudders as the thick blade dug deep into his brain, and then he collapsed on the ground next to me.
Getting myself to my feet, I dusted off and tried to wipe away the few blood stains that had splattered onto me. I looked down at the sword on the floor and left it, and then put my crossbow with it.
"ADAMS!" I yelled at the top of my voice. The door at the far end of the corridor opened and Adams stepped out into the corridor.
"Thank god you here." He said. It sounded genuine. Then he pulled his hand out of his pocket, revealing a handgun. "Do you know how long it took me to find a fucking gun? You'd think it would be easy in London. Only managed to get it this evening. Glad it's you I get to try it out on."
He eyes dropped to the two weapons that were lying at my feet.
"Not interested in even trying?" He asked with some sort of stupid smile on his face.
"I've got everything I need." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the thing I had removed from my bag earlier.
"A business card? You're weapon is a fucking business card?" Adams nearly chocked on laughter.
"It's a special one, just for you." I smiled. I had spent hours making it over the past few days. Filing and sharpening and practicing and printing. But it was perfected.
Adams raised the gun to take aim.
For some reason my body chose then to sober up. And by brain just screamed at me 'what the fuck are you doing?', but it was too late by then.
As Adams squeezed on the trigger, out of the open door that the axe man had run out of, Kaptain Kitten leapt. There was already a trickle of blood falling from his flying body, but as the bullet connected it just erupted into a full flow.
I took my moment and flicked my wrist. As practiced, the card glided across the length of the corridor, turning at the perfect moment to avoid Adams predictable block, digging deep into his throat.
There was a sick thud, as Kaptain Kitten's fully dead body slammed into the wall opposite. Adams just fell down, eyes wide open, in a heap on the floor.
---
Shortly after I met up with Andy and Martin, as well as most of the others who had a guilt attack and came to join us in the fight, a little too late.
Andy and Martin had already done fairly well, and between the three of us we managed to finish off or kick out anyone else who was left without much problem.
---
Over the following weeks we managed to get the place pretty much sorted, but no more survivors came along. We made the building more secure where we could and where we couldn't, we just blocked it off.
However, one area still remained. Where Adams and his group had done various experiments and tests on captured zombies. We were still building up to that.
None of us knew what would happen or what we would find on the other side of the doors.
Until then, no one would enter flat 26.
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To possibly be continued in a volume 2 in the future.
But only possibly.
User Reviews
Submitted by nerdyjock (user info) at 2006-04-19 11:31:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I loved the series! I even printed it all out so I could forceably cram it down my friends' throats. Dude, you are a god!
Only thing is, What exactly happened to Kaptain Kitten? Martin said something about a semi- transformation and I was really hoping for a better description later on. I'd be really interested in knowing...
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-04-16 07:08:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/86521#1933907
JAY PEG IN LONDON!
HIDE THE JAM!
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2006-04-12 06:42:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You need to learn to spell and proof-read.
Submitted by williamson (user info) at 2006-04-12 05:37:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh come on! Pretty please! I need closure!
Submitted by ChaosTheorySD (user info) at 2006-04-11 20:45:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I want to give you a lower score for teasing me with such a cliffhanger, but it's too good for such petty spite.
I really want to see more of this though.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-04-11 17:40:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I am giving this +2 on the proviso that you stop doing these.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-04-11 17:35:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by awesome_face (user info) at 2006-04-11 16:39:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
My girlfriend cheated on me with a guy named Adams once. Im glad he is dead.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-04-11 15:31:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
more moer more
Submitted by PrevertEnabler (user info) at 2006-04-11 13:22:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Not possibly! Definitely! I love this story. It can't just end here. Dammit.
Submitted by Razor (user info) at 2006-04-11 13:21:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
How will be your muse? Lay off the turpentine dude.
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-04-11 13:12:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WHY MUST THIS END?????
*sob*
*sob*
It like when Unlife finished...
What do I read now?
HOW WILL BE MY MUSE?
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-04-11 13:08:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Wow." I said to myself and the two dead bodies, as I wiped the blood off the blade. "I should drink more often."
Submitted by Razor (user info) at 2006-04-11 11:04:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Needs more giant robots with flamethrowers.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-04-11 10:42:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
trhough should have been threw in several places. I love this story but somtimes the word usage and grammar is difficult.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-04-11 10:33:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Since someone else already pointed out that train wreck of a sentence, I'll just drop my +2 and be on my way.
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2006-04-11 10:11:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
And all his guinea pigs were either dead, dying or zombies.
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I'm going to say this line randomly during the day tomorrow
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-04-11 09:16:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
If awesome was a colour it would be called Nath.
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-04-11 09:13:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"possibly" to be continued? that's horseshit, and you know it.
continue the fucking shit!
Submitted by w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m (user info) at 2006-04-11 09:09:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
The first enjoy was suppose to say find!
Curse me and my awful shit state spelling
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2006-04-11 09:06:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Martin seemed to enjoy his delusional matricide more enjoyable on four wheels than with his spear."
Huh?
"But only possibly."
Huhhhhhhhh?