Snippet #1433682

Silva crept out the front door of the three bed room surburban house he and what used to be his dad lived there. The road was littered with bodies of U.S soldiers and cilivian personel alike. Silva had both of the hunting rifles his dad bought, a Remington 30-06 model 750 semi-auto rifle with a scope, a Marlin 30-30 model 336w lever action, slung over each shoulder with a back pack with a couple boxes of twenty rounds for each rifle. He also had a .45 Charles Daly M1911 on a belt in a holster, with eight clips of thirteen rounds on the belt with an eight inch black Ka-Bar tanto style combat knife. As Silva slowly emerged from the house he heard a broken sickly gargleing sound, His heart rate spiked as he remembered what made that sound, Silva drew the pistol, since it would be most likely too close to fight with the rifles and he didn't happen to have an assault rifle either. He quickly got on the pistols sights as he kept himself very close to the fence as he made his way toward the sounds. Silva poked his head around the fence and saw a zombie or an infected human with their back to him. Silva decided since it was not of any immiediate threat to him that he would not fire, suddenly he heard a strangled yell and heavy thudding foot steps behind him. Silva turned to see an infected not but fifty feet away at a dead run toward him, Silva aimed for the chest and squeezed of four rounds each hit exactly where they were intended to go, but the vile creature kept chargeing. Silva dodged the creature as he pulled out the knife and slashed him in the side. The flesh was so tough that the knife was nearly yanked from his hand as it tore through the zombie's side. The infected staggered and started to get up recieving another five rounds for it's trouble. Things weren't over yet, the zombie that had it's back turned took notice and decided to try his hand at snagging a meal. Silva spun dropped and shot it in the head, shattering it and sending the skull fragments in all directions. Silva panned his aim around the surrounding area, after he was sure that it clear he took another look at the infected. They weren't all that much different looking aside from the fact that they resembled a human afgter you killed them, buried them for a week or two the dug them back up. Silva made sure he didn't crack the scope lenses on the 30-06 and headed down the street in search for some kind of transportation or other non zombie people.