Jacob stood up and started taking more precise shots and Ben did the same. "Come on Jake we gotta go!" Jacob grunted. "For what!? What do we have? Who even cares about us? For all of our lives it's been everyone hating on us. We have absolutely no one. No one is coming to save us." He began to fire into the crowd of zombies as they approached. "It's me and you bro till the end."
Jordan dropped his shotgun. He was out. He turned and sprinted to the back of the casino, with two zombies on his tail. He ran to one of the metal door exits, and fumbled trying to get out his keycard. He turned around, they were running at him.
He finally pulled out the keycard and slid it down the keycard cpu. The door unlocked, and he pushed it open and shut it. Jordan began to panic. He began to sprint away from the resort. As fast as he could.
Sam opened the door to the locker room and looked out. He saw a man and his son running at him.
"Come on in! Hurry!"
They looked down at the road below " holy shyt !" There was no where to run own there " if only i had an RPG " There was zombies everywhere "my UMP is at my house dammit !" He paced back and forth " Camille what do we do ? " She sighed " well ... i dont know stay here make a run for it i dont know Rand !" He looked at the roads " we need to stay up here. If i get food we can stay here and live till they get up here. We can do it Camille" He smiled " Theres hope im ganna grab canned foods !"
Before Cam could yell be carefull he was almost downstairs when he saw zombies. They looked at him " O SHYT O SHYT !!!" He ran back up 4 on his trail. He swung out his ASP and smacked one in the face with it sending it flying down the flight of stairs. He wacked the other one but it grabed the ASP and hit Rand in the stomach with it " *** !!!!" He kicked the zombie and beats its brains out. The other two followed. He wanted to shoot if he had to " cmon !" He hit one shatering its skull. It fell down.
The last one grabed Rand. He did the ole trip move sending to the ground. He steped on its head till he crushed the skull " aw man" He wanted to throw up from the smell. He ran up to the door and closed it and leaned on it. " Camille" She ran over to him " Rand what happend !" He breath hard out of breath from the action. His heart racing very fast " no way i can get in there. I think there on there way up i dont know ! i killed 4 " Camille helped him up "Theres some crates lets block the door" She stoped " but what about the other people ? " "If they comeup here i will help them" He pushed the heavy crates into the door. They were full of frozen meat and canned food "Ironic'' He said to himself.
((How are they making up the stairs if the only set of stairs are still being defended?))
Jacob started to walk forward as he walked. "This is our last stand!" He fired into the face of an oncoming zombie. "We will not fall to the likes of these freaks and we will not give up!" He reloaded his weapon and started to fire at the zombies once more. Ben got up and covered the left side. "Well bro looks like you were right.. no one is coming to help us."
Jake and Derek grabbed whatever was useful. They knew a group of them would find their way up the stairs. Jake had seen a locker room in the lobby, and they could probably sneak to it. It could be filled with ammo, and food. Derek grabbed the backpack, and put it on. They opened the door slowly, and peaked out. The hallway was empty. They ran to the elevator.
As the elevator stopped at the lobby, and slowly opened. Jake peaked out to see a group of zombies eating the dead security guards. They stepped out slowly. The ground was full of blood, and the zombies were not paying attention. Jake looked at the locker room door, and slowly made his way to it he opened the door slowly, and then shut it. Derek was still at the elevator stunned. The elevator rang, and the zombies looked up at him. They stared at him for a second before he darted off. The group of them followed.
He ran his way around the slot machines. The group tailed behind him. In the back, he saw a security door, and ran faster then he ever did to it. He slammed against it, and was amazed that it was open, he slammed it behind him.
(( sorry )) Zombies start to climb up the side ladder " o nooo flippin way !" He took out his knife " i cant waste a bullet " Camille was already shooting them off " DIE DAMMIT !" He sighed " well.........maybe we can undo the rusty ladder." He took the knife and started to pick away the bolts holding the ladder. After 3 minutes the ladder feel and Camille shot the zombies down. The ladder feel to the alley below. "well i guess were ok for the fact that there are zombies on the stairs !"
They both started to move towards the locker room door but could get an opening and the waves of zombies were getting much larger. "Jake there is no way we are going to stay here much longer! What about that chick you were talking to earlier?" "She doesn't care, she didn't even notice me earlier." "Just like all women." "Oh shut up Ben." They both fired at any oncoming zombies that they could.
Jordan slowed down to a walk. He panted. He looked all around him. Emptry streets. Empty cars. He began to walk with his hands on his head, to the casino right behind the Golden Phoenix. The front door was broken. He stepped in. It was almost the same thing as the Phoenix. Security officials and civilians laid all around the floor. Few zombie bodies littered the floor. They must have been unaware the entire time of the situation. He walked to a dead guard and retrieved his 9mm. Jordan then walked to the front desk. He rang the bell.
"Hello! I'd like to rent a room!" he chuckled. He turned around chuckling. Two bodies sat up. "You have 3 seconds to say 'Don't shoot' or else I'll shoot," Jordan told the sat up bodies. "3...2.." He shot them both in the heads. He knew they weren't human. Needing more ammo, Jordan went to the locker room. "Wow..This is better than ours.." he thought. He began to examine the lockers for a backpack. Open. Close. Open. Close. Open. Close. It was the 6th locker that had a backpack, and a extra pair of clothes. It was decent. A black 'Security' shirt with a pair of red basketball shorts. He changed out and took the backpack and collected ammo from the dead bodies. He counted. 21 clips. 16 rounds in each clip.
"Hell yes. Thank you god. Maybe running away from the Golden Phoenix was worth it," he thought to himself. Jordan loaded the 9mm and walked out of the resort and looked at the name. Heavens Slots. What a lame casino name. He turned and began to jog to the Golden Phoenix's back door that he exited.
As he approached the back door, he took cover behind a car. Out came Derek Freemen. Jordan got into the back seat of the car. He whistled to Derek.
" Camille stay here !" He started to push the crates away from the door " i must help them " he swung out his ASP " o no im coming to !" He looked at her " Camille dont you need to stay safe ok ?" She got mad " no if your going out there so am i ! got it !?!?!?!" He smiled " alright then" He opened the door and ran toward where the shooting was coming from at the stairs. Camille right behind him with her Glock.