UFSW Member Apocalypse/Issue 25

This is issue 25 of UFSW Member Apocalypse.

This is a TheFlyingDutchman-centric issue.

Issue 25
Infected, Dixon and I walked to the door, Dixon gave a few kicks but the door wouldn't open, eventually Infected gave a hard kick and opened the door. "Alright, Dixon you search downstairs, Dutch, you and i search upstairs." He ordered.

I nodded to Infected and went with him upstairs. "Do you think some people are still in here?" I asked, looking at Infected.

"I think so." Infected answered. "When you find people, shoot them, we are NOT taking any chances." He said. We came across to doors. "Dutch you search the left, then i'll search the right. Okay?"

I said nothing and just opened the door. "Anyone here?" I asked, searching the room for something. Nothing. "Damn." I muttered. "Nothing here!"

Infected went into the room and looked around. He only saw a few blood stains and a gun on the ground. "I found something." Infected whispered.

"Well, what is it?" I asked.

Infected points at the wall. "Blood stains." He said. "And a gun." He went to the gun and picked it up, it was an assault rifle, not much ammo though.

Dixon came upstairs. "I found nothing, what about you guys?"

"Only a gun." I replied.

"Well, anyways we still have to check a room, i suppose its the bedroom." Infected said, walking up to the door, he attempted to open it but it wouldn't open. It was locked.

I gave a few hard kicks and eventually the door opened, an old man took out his gun and aimed it at us. "What the hell do you want?!" The old man yelled. "Supplies." I said without and emotion. "Listen, do you want to live? If so, hand us over the supplies or we'll do it the hard way." I threatened.

The old man shook his head. "I got a wife and three kids to protect i ain't gonna-" He couldn't finish his sentance because i shot the old man in the throat.

The youngest member of the family took out his gun but was shot in the face by Infected, the mother attempted to run away but was stabbed by me and the last member of the family dropped on his knees and began to cry.

"Shut up kid!" I shouted in his face.

The kid attempted to grab his knife but i shoved my knife in his stomach repeatedly. "Come on... lets grab the supplies." Infected muttered.

I nodded silently and Dixon just stood there, in shock. "What the hell was that?!" He yelled with an angry tone. "Why did you have to kill 'em?"

"Its kill or be killed." Infected muttered