We're Gonna Get Those Bastards Chapter 1

Faint sounds of crumbling gravel echoed through the walls of an abandoned warehouse located on the outskirts of a large city. The gravel caved in under the weight of four pairs of worn shoes, slivers of light waving around rapidly from flashlights docked onto various heavy weapons.

These heavily armed weapons were gripped by pairs of equally sweaty palms, labored breathing coming from the individuals. The main one out in front of the pack was obviously more adept to combat, shown by his current attire of a Vietnam era Army uniform and assault rifle.

The second was a man who seemed more rough around the edges, a burlesque biker wielding a pump action shotgun and waving it rapidly around the room for oncoming threats.

The third and more petite of the group was a young and fairly good looking woman clad in a casual red sweat shirt and pants. She calmy paced herself, aiming her two colt .45 handguns behind the group for any ambushes by groups of the horde.

The fourth and more jittery of the group was a young African American man who you could tell was not the fighting type by his heavy breathes and current attire of a dishevled office suit. He was currently in possession of a light sub-machine gun and clutched it to his chest for dear life as he took uncertain steps through the seemingly desolate warehouse.

The group of four came to a large metal door and after carefully sliding it open, took careful steps inside, immediatly on guard as a distant growl echoed throughout the large opening of the main warehouse, "Keep on guard...Hunter" Bill muttered, his cigarette clutched between his gritted teeth as the team huddled closer together.

Up on the rafters of the aging enclosure a pair of demented red orbs glared intently at the back of a succulent red sweatshirt, the female occupier blissfully unaware of her approaching doom as the Hunter licked his lips and took a few woobly steps down the thin girder.

Zoey sighed as they walked past a row of windows, suddenly feeling very exposed when she suddenly felt the ground get wet. Moving the flashlight to the ground she was slightly agasp as a severed torso leaked blood over the solid concrete floor and began to lose her footing when the red liquid dug into her running shoes.

On the edge of the rafter the Hunter grinned as it perched on the edge of the iron girder before sharply pushing forward and heading towards the unsuspecting group with a ghastly shriek.

Zoey gasped as she fully lost her footing in the pool of blood and fell on her butt, the Hunter's eyes widening as his target disappeared from site, replaced by a stationary glass window.

The group immediatly tensed as shattering glass caught their ears, the Hunter giving a painful yell from the other side of window as he lay on the grass, motionless.

"Group together!" Bill screamed as a small group of infected began to emerge from a nearby door, Zoey stumbling to her feet and joining in.

Out in the distance on the third row of a long shelf, a tall man with deformed face, emitting a thick green smoke, grinned as obnoxious gagging noises came from it's drooling mouth which housed it's long tounge.

Spotting a delectable target clad in a biker jacket the Smoker sucked in it's breath before shooting out it's abnormal appendage and wrapping it around the bewildered man.

Francis gasped as the tounge wrapped itself around his torso, trapping his arms against his sides and causing his precious weapon to clatter to the ground.

The group suddenly caught on as Francis's cries for help began to become more distant, and they soon began to charge through the group of undead towards their helpless friend.

The Smoker began to take a few steps back on the rickety boards to back away from the oncoming threat while continuing to reel in his prey. His foot brushed past a large metal container that seemed to contain a liquid from the muffeled swishing sound that came from within it.

Suddenly the metal tank fell over and the Smoker grimaced slightly at the bitter taste of gasoline as it trailed down his tounge. Over with the survivors it seemed that Zoey had caught on to this as she pointed a carefully aimed .45 at the tounge and with the pull of a trigger the tounge erupted in a fury of flames.

The Smoker's eyes widened as his tastebuds were all simultaniously cinged, releasing Francis and frantically sprinting down the shelf, screaming with tears in his eyes and waving his long arms around in a panic.

All of the survivor's eyes widened at the seemingly humorous display until the ground began rumbling and the wall suddenly disappeared in a shower of deadly splinters revealing the massive abomination called a Tank.

The Tank roared dispite having no jaw and began to stomp towards the petrified group and if matters couldn't get any worse, a disgusting gurgling sound caught Louis's ears and as the others began to open fire on the Tank, the man turned around and gasped as a Boomer began to take in a deep breath.

"Down!" Louis screamed and pulled the others to the ground as the Boomer let out a stream of vomit that arched over the heads of the survivors and dosed the Tank directly.

The Tank stood motionless in shock as the puke began to slowly drip down it's massive pecs. Everything became silent before the distant sounds of enraged infected echoed throughout the building and as the Tank glared daggers at the embarrased Boomer, he was soon engulped by an army of undead.

The Tank began to lash out wildly as the decrepit undead piled onto his back and arms, trying to get a taste of the Boomer's irresistable fluids. In a blind rage the beast clashed it's arm on the shelf that held the burning Smoker and it soon came toppling down on the Tank and the Boomer.

The group of four stood silent as they took in the current setup of the warehouse. Groans came from the smoldering wreck, a cinged tounge tangled up in a massive bicep which rested on top of an obese stomach.

After casting a quick glance towards the broken window, the group ever so slowly began to inch towards the approaching safehouse before breaking out into a full sprint and slamming the familiar red door shut behind them.

A half hour later on one of the many decaying streets which held dozens of infected who paced around aimlessly, four abominations of different sizes, shapes, and probably species trudged through the heavy rain, "What the fuck happened back there?!" the hooded beast screamed towards the other three who glared back at him.

"Hey you were the one that was supposed to jump that bitch in the warehouse, instead you decide to go through the window" the Smoker retorted before giving a thick weeze of green smoke. "Yeah Hunter that Zoey bitch really got the best of you" the obese member of the group laughed.

Hunter glared at his friend, "Oh go eat a cheeseburger you fat fuck. At least I didn't puke all over the wrong person." The Boomer rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and look over to the Tank, "Sorry about that big guy." In response the Tank raised it's hands up and roared as his friends covered their ears in agony.

All four of the group glared at each other before their expressions softened from the faint sound of weeping. "The hell is that?" Smoker asked as they descended down a long and winding alleyway.

Coming to the end the four raised their eyebrows (For those who had them) at the sight of a pale girl in tattered clothing, her long bloodied hair covering her sobbing face as she lay on her hands and knees in the rain.

"Aww it's a little girl...lets kill her" the Hunter grinned sadistcally as the others sighed and decided to let the Hunter murder the seemingly innocent female. Flexing his claws the hooded member took a few casual steps towards his helpless crying victim, "Don't worry little girl...death shall be your release" he laughed and raised his claw up in the air.

His eyes immediatly widened as the sobs began to turn into heavy breathing and then into labored growls. As the Hunter began to take a step back the girl raised her head up to reveal a pair of crimson devil eyes.

! HUNTER HAS STARTLED THE WITCH

Smoker, Boomer, and Tank watched amazed as their friend was abruptly speared into the ground before a violent lash of claws tore away at his flesh, "Ah oh God the pain!" Hunter screamed as the Witch ripped out guts and organs that would kill a normal man.

The three were transfixed though, like watching a train wreck. But as if simultaniously snapping out of it the Smoker shot it's tounge out and pulled the Hunter away from the crazed female and into their group, "Christ talk about massive PMS!" Boomer screamed as the Witch lept onto a nearby drain pipe and onto a roof before disappearing into the distance.

Boomer, Tank, and Smoker crowded around their downed team-mate who coughed up blood and looked towards the sky with glassy eyes, "Hunter you alright? How many fingers are you holding up?" Smoker asked as he held the Hunter's severed hand in front of him.

Fearing that their friend was dead they were relieved to here muffled gurgles coming from an attempt to speak. Leaning in they immediatly thought they misheard the man who smiled at them, "I think i'm in love."

Author's Notes: Well there you have it. Please tell me what you think of the story idea and setup. Reviews are always appreciated, also thanks for reading.