It was the prisoner with Dreadlocks! We put our guns down. He seemed...human. He nodded his head and the Asian came out,taking our weapons. Then the leader came out. He sniffed and said, “Look who it is. Are you infected?”
“Infected? What do you mean?” I asked.
“ The crazy disease.” replied the Ox of a man.
“No.” We replied.
“Good,” He said, “Because we’re going to need you.”
“For what?” asked Bill.
“To escape of course! Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Chris. Mr. Dreadlocks over here is Jerome and the man with your guns is Wong.”
“I’m Mike and my buddy here is Bill.” I said.
“How do we know we can trust you?” Jerome asked.
“How can we trust you?” I asked.
“You’re not dead yet.” Jerome replied.
“True.” added Bill.
“How did the inmates go nuts?” I asked.
“We don’t know. But the alarm had something to do with it.” replied Chris.
“Can we have our guns back?” asked Bill.
“Sure.” Chris said.
He nodded and Wong slid them across the floor. We picked them up as if it were food and we were starving.
“I’ve seen you before right Mike?” said Jerome.
“Yeah. You searched me a while ago for my gun.”
“You were alive?” questioned Jerome.
“The whole time.”
“Enough with the chit-chat,” barked Chris, “Let’s get out of this Mad House.”
Chris was holding an M4 and Wong had two revolvers. I felt safer now. We continued walking when we heard a giant battle going on. Guns were blazing in the cafeteria. No one was hiding behind cover either. They just stood up and waved their guns around while firing. Chris took out a grenade and threw it out into the battle. A ball of fire leapt up and threw bodies into other people.
Wong started shooting, hitting every person he aimed at. I joined in and shot down people. Bill let loose and shot down at least 12 inmates. I ducked as bullets whizzed over my head. I then tipped over a table and hid behind it. Bill ran towards me and my cover when suddenly, a bullet ripped through his stomach. He yelped and fell over. He crawled towards me,blood trailing behind him. He grabbed for my hand. I took it and dragged him into cover.
He winced in pain. I ripped off my sleeves to my uniform and applied pressure to his wound.
“Damn it! They got me!” whined Bill.
I then tied the sleeves together and wrapped them around his body, tying it up again.
“Thanks.”
Bill staggered up to see and fired. He got the remaining people. He then loaded in another clip. I chuckled. The new friendly inmates stared.
“What? I’ve still got some fight left in me.” replied Bill.
I helped Bill up and we continued through the halls.
“Where’s the exit?” asked Chris.
“It should be nearby.” I replied.
I turned the corner to the exit. The walls had crumbled into it. Blocking it off. Not to mention the fire leaping up around it.
“Darn.” sighed Bill.
“That means the last exit is the control room.” I said.
“That’s where everyone else is though! Is there another way?” asked Wong.
