Death is only the Beginning (EDITING)

Chapter XI

He watches, through the magnified scope of his Scar-L, at the Wallmart down the street and curses quietly as he sees dozens if not hundreds of undead men, women, and children surrounding the Wallmart; the two glass doors missing and dozens of undead making their way into the large super store. He knew he had to think of something quick.

He frantically looks around the block, and besides abandoned cars left in the middle of the road, he spots a parked SUV with a flashing red light by the dashboard. He lets out a sigh of relief and jogs towards. After a close inspection around the SUV he notices several more cars too have flashing red lights by the dashboard. Then he pondered for a moment, his hand rubbing the filters of his gasmask as if he's rubbing his chin, then he snaps his fingers and goes through his pack, retrieving two hand grenades.

"Jenkins, what you are about to hear will be the diversion, stand fast and don't draw any attention to yourself. I'll be in there shortly after," the Sergeant says, firmly gripping both grenades in one hand.

"Zzz...roger Sergeant...zzz...out of ammo..zzz...urry!" Jenkins' raspy voice replies through the Sergeant's radio while the Sergeant eyes the horde. He then steps towards the middle of the street and looks around. No one around but himself. After taking a deep breath, he grabs the first grenade. ''Please let this work,'' he mutters as he pulls the pin and tosses it at the undead crowd.

Quickly he ducks to the ground behind one of the cars and covers his head. He feels the ground vibrate as the grenade goes off in a loud explosion. Noise that could be described as dinks echo through the street as small debris hit the cars. As the dinking seizes the Sergeant finally gets up and sees a small, black cloud of smoke rising from where the grenade went off. Where once the horde now lies countless bodies. He lets out a disappointed grunt as most of the bodies slowly get back up. Despite that though, he was pleased that the grenade took out a larger number of undead than he anticipated.

He arms the second grenade and repeats the same process. After the loud explosion, the Sergeant grunts in disappointment as he sees that the entrance is still heavily crowded despite the mess the two grenades have made. "Was hoping I blew up more dead freaks but better than nothing," the Sergeant says as grabs his rifle that has been leaning against the SUV. He raises the butt of the rifle and smashes it through the driver side window. An ear piercing alarm goes off, echoing throughout the entire block and many more. He repeats that to several more cars with flashing lights. Then he presses his hand against the center of the steering wheel of the last car, letting out a horn that tunes out the alarm. He looks back at the Wallmart and sees the large horde now approaching him. Looking around he sees that he's drawing undead from more places than just the Wallmart and after firing three rounds onto approaching undead from a nearby alley, he dashes towards the same alley.

As quiet as a he could be, the Sergeant tip toes through the alley and emerges besides the Wallmart. Carefully he steps over the undead corpses, quickly glancing at the horde of undead approaching the source of the blaring alarm. Quietly he steps over rotten fruit and vegetables, over fallen isles, and fallen infected. Swarms of flies and other insects have made their home in the display of rotten produce, producing a blackish cloud in the beam of his flashlight as he steps over the foul produce, careful not to step on any of the rotten fruit and vegetables. The lights have long giving up, casting the store in a creepy cloak of darkness. The swarm of flies didn't help much either. The swarms disperse as the steps out of the produce section and stops near a cleared out aisle.

Soft moaning and foot steps echo through the store, its source unclear thanks to the darkness as it seems to come from all over the store. It occurs to him, as he steps deeper into the super store, that he could no longer hear the car alarms. Uncertain for why, he stops as his beam of light has shown a dozen or so moaning figures. Quietly and knowing he had to take them out to save Jenkins, he aims at the first infected and squeezes the trigger.