Snippet #2238804

Noel carefully took aim, looking through the scope on his gun as he shot at the target he set up so far away. He smiled to himself as the target fell from it's post. Breathing in the fresh air, Noel looked around his large piece of land. What could he say, the Bounty Hunting business paid generously. And what did he do after a long day of shooting people? Why shoot things of course! Noah could hear squeals travel from his house and grinned. His mother and Bride-to-be Emily were planning for the wedding, the flower arrangements, or something like that, Noel wasn't too interested. He just chuckled to himself as he reloaded his gun, looking through his scope to his target. But he could see someone coming up behind the target. It kinda looked like he had been wounded, the person was walking funny. Noel put his gun down and peered towards the man, yelling out, "Hey, Buddy, This is a private property!" but the man kept walking the same direction, not even slowing. Noel noticed several others coming up from the same direction the man had come. Cautiously raising his gun, he aimed at one of the men, yelling out again, "Take another step and I shoot!" Again there was no reaction. He took the shot, the bullet flying right trough the heart. To Noel's utter disbelief, the man only stumbled backwards, then continued walking. Quickly reloading, Noel took another shot, but the same thing happened. A heart stopping scream came from the house, but not the joyful squeals of delight from before, but a horrible, heart stopping scream. Forgetting about the strange people walking towards him, he sprinted back to the house, bursting through the doors. Noel rose his gun running towards the screams that didn't stop. What he saw almost made him want to throw up. People (Noel didn't even know if he could call them that much) with their skin rotting off, and a dead look in their eyes, were gathered around Noel's mother and Emily, tearing flesh off their bones. His mother had seemed to pass out from the pain, but Emily was still awake and struggling against the... things. As soon as Emily saw Noel she screamed even louder, yelling his name and begging for help as tears ran down her face. Noel shot into action, immediately taking his first shot, right at the head and it seemed to go down. Using the butt of his gun, he smashed in the head of another. One ran towards him and Noel narrowly dodged a bite, only able to push it away. The others were too preoccupied eating at his mother to care about Noel's presence. He noticed how pale his mother had gotten and a pool of blood surrounded her. Noel had seen enough dead bodies to know she was dead. He turned back to Emily, picking her up and running out the door as several followed after him, most likely wanting the fresh flesh. There were large chunks taken out of Emily and her blood seeped into his clothes. She was getting colder and colder and Noel prayed for the best as he ran to the garage, locking the door behind him. Carefully setting her down, he looked her over, realizing there was absolutely nothing he could do. He could hear moaning and slamming against the doors, he didn't have long. Emily was struggling to keep her eyes open and she shakily rose her hand and Noel took it, his throat drying out and eyes watering. Emily only smiled then closed her eyes, her arm falling back to her side. Noel looked away, physically cringing. He was brought back to real time when an arm shot through the door, leaving a hole behind. Snatching up keys from a hook he ran to his car. Glancing at Emily's corpse one last time he hesitated before slamming the car into reverse as the creatures practically poured out of the now broken open door. His car broke down the garage door, and drove through the creatures as if they weren't there. He drove in silence, his jaw locked as he stared at the stretch of road in front of him, speeding past the occasional creature. Noel had to figure out what the hell those things were. Rotting flesh, eating flesh? Noel could only assume they were the living dead. It just seemed like too much fantasy to believe. As he approached the gate to mark the entryway to his property, he didn't even slow down, just drove right through the gate and speed faster. He drove all the way to an abandoned city, it looked like a disaster had passed. Then again it had, if the undead had gone through. Noel's car crept through the street, too many turns now for him to go speeding through. And of course, as soon as he makes his first turn in the city, the car stops, refusing to go forward. Out of gas. Noel cursed under his breath, searching the back of his car for... well, anything. He wasn't about to leave his car without a weapon. He practically turned the car upside down looking until he finally found it. His special duffel bag, especially for his... work. Noel grabbed the duffel bag and abandoned his car. He wouldn't really need it anymore anyways. He ran into the nearest building, getting to the roof for a relatively clear view of he city. He sighed and sat at the edge of the roof, watching the city.