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"Mutha fuckin' godamn back stabbin' motherfucker!" muttered Marcus as he fired one of his last few rounds at Skinny as he made it onto the side ramp of the rescue helicopter that had landed on a clearing. The next round fired from his gun was on the mark as it connected with Marcus' former partner in crime's knee. The sudden shock of getting hit made him seize up for a second and drop to the ground below the copter as it was lifting off. The people inside the helicopter didn't even bother to go back down as they flew off into the evening sky.

Marcus wasn't having a good day. Not at all. And considering at that very moment he had two shots in his hand gun and over a dozen or undead encroaching on the mound of deconstruction rubble from that of an old office building. It was the only place they could get the chopper to land since the streets were crowded with wrecked vehicles and untold numbers of the living dead.

Marcus was going to die and that was a fact not a possibility. He was bad man, he was a bank robber and he had killed alot of people that afternoon to get to that construction yard so he could die.

His day had started out so great. He woke up before sun up and made it through his morning ritual of the three s'. Shitting, Showering and Shaving. To which he wore his best godamn suit a dark blue, silk lined denim suit with a blue suede boots with a steel tip in them to insure extra pain if he had to kick anyone's ass for being a shithead or a punk that looked like they deserved it. Before he left he packed his custom Smith and Wesson .40 in a hidden holster concealed within the jacket of his suit.

Breakfast with his mother had been good and short so he could make his meeting on time.

He had been part of a smooth operating crew of seven other guys that had been operating money making operations for years. They were all excons including Marcus who served time for aggravated assault on his step father. It was justified but that didn't matter to the cops. Different circumstances had brought them together and they didn't all meet in jail. Especially not him and Bull who was a racist asshole from Folsom. He hated how since he was black that motherfucker always called him names like, "Nigger and Jiggaboo." It enraged him but since he was one of Saw's friends he backed off better to ignore someone you would never have to deal with every again after a big time heist. It'd be smooth sailing after they got their split of the money. After the finalizing of their preparations with ski-masks, gloves and sun glasses they left their meeting spot.

The meet before the heist of Trust National Bank was a short one in which Saw reiterated the plan and their roles. Marcus' job was to guard the doors with an M-16 and play crowd control at the rear near the doors. Everyone else was assigned various roles thankfully Saw had given Bull the role of dealing with guards. He had hoped they'd shoot his that damn neo nazi motherfucker. But they didn't Infact the three guards their were killed within the first twenty seconds of the heist since they tried to play hero.

It went smoothly though despite the attempt at being a hero by the bank staff. No one else was killed. Since saw had contacts inside of the bank at the time of the robbery, they made sure they were working the day of the heist so they could get the money with out getting inkbombed which had to play out smoothly or they'd all get federal time at a penitentiary. They were gone in only three minutes which left them two minutes to spare before the calvary showed up.

They managed to get the fuck out of the bank in two getaway vehicles one being a 1997 white chevy blazer with out of state tags. Same thing went for the 1995 nissan quest. Both vehicles carried four men each and thankfull Bull and Marcus had been separated so they wouldn't have deal with any shit talking. They were two blocks away from the bank when the getaway vehicle ahead of them by only two car lengths when a cop car came speeding by the getaway convoy. However something was off, it passed them. However it didn't stop the situation from getting out of hand when a bright yellow Hummer flew through the light and broadsided the Nissan. Their driver, Becker, didn't get to react in time they hit the hummer and minivan followed by another car that rear ended the Blazer. They were effectively pinned in and trapped with no way to drive.

The second bank robbing crew had managed to survive the pile up that seemed to get bigger. It seemed as if people didn't stop despite their being a massive wreck. Marcus had managed to kick his door open. Skinny who had been next to him the back seat wound up having to crawl through his door, Their weapons had survived the massive crash. Saw managed to climb out through the windshield. Becker wasn't moving and the air bag on his side had never deployed. Due to the urgency of the situation the trio of robber that remained left their driver behind.

They climbed over the the pile of cars to the minivan to see if there were any survivors in the minivan. The minivan was fucked it was a mass of twist metal, fiber glass and shattered plastic and glass. There was blood everywhere and it's occupants had died a very quick gruesome death. Marcus had been nominated to retrieve the bag of money from the minivan and smiled as he pried it from Bull's cold dead grasp. After collected their money and a bandolier of M-16 clips from the minivan the trio had managed to get away from the scene of the crime.

No cops had been seen however they observed that alot of people were running as if they were being persued by someone. Some of the people were just sauntering about as if they had no concern in the world to those going on in their lunatic ways. It seemed rather odd to Marcus but he kept his mouth shut as he kept an eye for cops. "Almost a quarter mile away and there ain't been no cops." said Marcus. "Yeah mebbe so." replied Skinny as he followed behind Saw who had been on point.

Ten minutes, two alley ways and another block later they had been spotted by a cop car and without taking and chances they unloaded into it killing the driver and his partner who had leaned out the window to shoot at them. They had shot through the car and hit innocents. Marcus obeserved that even though they had been knocked down by the automatics fire. "What the fuck! we just shot those people!" said Marcus in disbelief. "Yeah no shit motherfucker watch your aim next time. We're trying to kill pigs not innocents.'" added Saw to Marcus' comment. "Mebbe we's didn't hit them Marcus." concluded Skinny in his sounthern drawl. "Shut the fuck up Skinny!" yelled Saw at the ignorant statment of his partner in crime.

They stood there staring at the crowd of people that was still walking towards them. The trio stared in surprise. "See I shot the fat guy in the vest twice. Those hits would've killed anyone." said Marcus as he pointed out the people he shot. "Holy shit! You gotta be fuckin' shitting me. That motherfucker should be dead." Added Saw in disbelief of the situation. They stood in silence for another moment observing the growing mob of people moving towards them. Most of them looked sick, their skin was pale and in some cases yellow as if they had malaria or jaundice. Their clothes were covered in filth and dried blood as if they walked off the set of a horror movie. It wasn't though - it was real life. The situation became oddly surreal for the trio bank robbers. They stand there gawking once they realized that there was a chance that they could die from the mob and began running at a more renewed pace. They had tried to secure another getaway vehicle but most cars they found were either wrecked or useable but in between the sites of two separate wrecks. From a distance they observed cars with living people trapped inside of them. They didn't last more than a few moments though and upon their first close encounter with them, Saw had managed to get bitten twice despite emptying a clip at the three moving in on the robbers.

"Motherfucking shit!" screamed Saw as he elbowed one of his attackers away from him. Skinny had managed to kill one of them before he finished his clip out. The bullet passed straight through it's head below it's eye socket on it's right cheek. He didn't have time to confirm it though as he helped push Saw's attacker's back. Marcus on the other hand had managed to fell the one's on his line with shots to the head. However he wasted a clip and a half doing so. "Hey you mother's shoot them bitches face!" he ordered Skinny as Saw managed to limp away from combat. Skinny pulled his piece and shot them dead in the face before they could bite and scratch him.

"Saw how you holdin' up bro?" asked Marcus as he reloaded his M-16. He observed more of them moving their way. And took aim on them down the sights of the M-16 before squeezing shots. Whatever Saw said was muffled by his shots. He gathered that Saw's shooting arm was fucked off which meant he was a liability. Eventually the trio moved into a 7-11 and shot the clerk dead when dared to question why there were in there with guns. After commandeering the firstaid kit from underneath the counter and half assing the application of first aid for Saw, they got the fuck out of dodge.

Over two hours passed and the trio had managed to make out of the downtown area toward the free way. Traffic was either congusted on streets as scared people tried to get out of town or sparse. Those things were everywhere though and oddly enough Marcus hadn't seen them all that morning or even moving around outside the bank. Then again he was only looking for people out to arrest him or his crew. So far they had managed to evade the cops which were more tied up in civic affairs of trying to deal with the recent plague of late. Saw had been slowling down cause his chewed up arm and Marcus and Skinny both knew that eventually they'd have to help him walk and soon carry him. Something about the injuries seemed to make people weaker. Marcus looked at Skinny and skinny nodded. Without further hesitation he shot Saw right in his face. He hadn't even managed to say, "what the fuck?" He was dead and his last two clips split between the remaining duo of bank robbers. "If I get bit kill me when it looks like I'll slow you down. And if you see a way for us to get the fuck out of here share it. Cause I imagine there ain't many people out there now just those damn jive ass motherfuckers." There was a pause as Skinny looked back down at Saw's corpse then back up at Marcus. "Yeah mebbe Marcus. I tink we should get the fuck outta here before we get any more of them after us 'cause none of t'ese bullets g'row on trees." Said the redneck bank robber as he began walking towards a clearing between two office buildings.

The area had a few trees with park benches and tables for playing chess, eating lunch or working on a computer under the sun. Under any other circumstances the area would be loaded with old people and business types trying to enjoy their otherwise clean lifestyles. Places like this made Marcus sick cause he loved being into shit and living on the edge despite what he told his mama.
Sure he lied to her about where he got money to pay her bills for her apartment and medicine since she got old. He wasn't completely without some kind of morals unless it was survival then it was him before anyone else on getting away or getting out alive on a job. Him murdering Saw was unfortunate but necessary since darwinism was playing it's hand on that particular day.

Over an hour later, after taking it upon themselve to spare people death by helping other survivors, nearest them out with their M-16's. They were very selective in their targets primarily the ones who looked they were going to kill someone who had been cornered. However in one instance they had been late, just barely missed a girl who looked to be no older than fifteen. She was wearing a slayer hoodie with cat ear on it and it had barely covered her disfigured face where the living dead beast head had bitten into her jugular. Somehow though she had died with her glasses on and the glare from an overhead flourescent light fixture had kept Marcus from looking into her eyes. He stared at her for a moment more, "Godamn kids need to stay the fuck where it's safe. Children shouldn't be dying out here especially at a time like this bro." Said Marcus is rather subdued tone as he glanced around the alley for any other shamblers.

Skinny was quite as he took his ski-mask off and threw it to the ground. "Yeh no shit Marcus. We best be getting a move on, mebbe we might luck out and find us some wheels and some other guns cause we ain't got much more ammo. All's I got is a .38 snubs and half a clip in this 'ere 16." Said Skinny as to almost completely ignore what Marcus had said to him. Marcus shook his head and kept walking off at a slow saunter. Again the duo disembarked to try to find a safe since they were almost back to where their meet spot before the bank robbery. The ghetto had faired a great deal better since there were people still fighting in neighboring blocks. The robbers couldn't tell if the people were winning but they still heard gun fire and that meant that not everyone else was dead.

They had found the aparment complex where they left it though they Marcus recognized one of his former business associates laying on the ground dead with a knife in his back. He had obtained some questionable merchandise and relatively cheap prices over the years and was moderately irked to see the man dead though he was going to let it stop him from kicking the corpse away from the door to the meeting room. The inside of it had been cleaned out completely and judging by the level of cleanliness Saw had paid to have it cleaned so the cops couldn't find any evidence should they investigate though now it was a fairly moot idea at present with the dead roaming about the city.

The bad men, former bankrobbers turned survivors of an odd sort an disaster. They had managed to hear news reports from a radio an apartment over from them that had been left on too loud. After another half hour preparing themselves to find their vehicles which were parked on the opposite side of the tenement, they departed with a full clip each in their rifles and their side arms. They made it out to the parking lot to find Skinny's truck stolen and Marcus' car wrecked with a lime green El Dorado slammed into the passenger side of his Dark Blue reupholstered 1967 chevy malibu. "That mother fuckin' son of a bitch!" yelled Marcus as he stormed over to the wrecked El Dorado pulled the drivers side door and shot the driver, an elderly man who was already one of them stilled strapped into his seat. The round passed clean through his temple and out the other side spraying blood out the exit wound. No one bothered to come see what happened they knew gunfire meant life and being out in the open where they could get shot was not where they wanted to be so the two robber's continued down the city towards the east sides in hopes of finding a pawn shop that didn't have looter's or those things all over it like a plague.

They had observed The Lambert Rec Center getting overrun by those things and they watched from a distance as it caught fire and burned down with those things and the survivors still inside. By then it was already evening and when they finally got to Marcus' neck of the woods, his neighborhood was burning down and fire engines sat with their lights on and their crews dead. Some looters could be seen getting chased by roaming undead but they didn't dare to save them, since no one dared tried to save his mother. It was his fault he wasn't but then chances were that he'd be dead too so maybe it was some divine being keeping him alive. For a moment, he stood there glancing around the area and observed one of the looters carrying a jade statue of a gorilla that he knew was his. Anger washed over him. He carefully lined his shot up as the man ran from a mob of the monster and fired. The round struck his knee causing it to shatter as the .223 caliber round separated the joints, muscle and tendons as the flexed between movements. He fell, screaming to the ground. Marcus' Jade Gorilla statue shattered on the pavement but at least the theiving bastard wouldn't get away from certain death as a group of five undead moved in on him.

The two robbers continued on their mission to get out of the city alive as the man screamed until he was dead. Marcus grinned and Skinny seemed to ignore all that was going on around him. Probably for sanity reasons. Eventually they saw several search and rescue helicopters circling over the surrounding area. Most of the east side was higher end apartment complexes, shopping malls and buildings being taken down to make room for other places that brough commerce to the city since it's crime rate was at near fifteen percent and the police force was being increased over the past year though at that moment that too was moot as there was a strong chance most of them were dead or had abandoned their duties as protectors of the peace. Which meant that law had been quickly abandoned since the national guard wasn't out in force keeping the people in check. That meant everyone had to surivive on their own since it seemed the world had fallen apart in only a few short hours.

On their way through one of the malls parking lots they found a squad car flipped over with no sign of the cop who drove it just broken safety glass and bits of plastic everywhere. Marcus managed to pry the trunk open inside they found a road side assistance kit with a first aid kit, flare gun, three reloads, blanket and bottled water. Marcus took the bottle of water, opened it, had a drink and handed it to Skinny. It had been a long time since they had anything to drink and under normal circumstance Marcus would never share anything unless it was family or a really close friend so Skinny was lucky to even have that much.

"Alright man! Listen up I got us a plan to get the fuck out of here using one of those choppers," said Marcus getting Skinny's attention, "See lets find a clearing and fire one of these here flares up in the sky to get their attention that there are living people meaning us. Then we just wait and pray they come and get us. If not then I suggest we hit the sewers or something." Skinny smiled and said, "I think that mebbe that's a good plan. All we need to do is keep ahold of this here money that we've been toting around all fuckin' day and we'll be rich beyond our wildest dreams."

"I like how you think brother now all we need to do is find a place where we can see them coming." added Marcus as he looked around the area for a building with an easily accessible roof or clearing that'd make it harder for the living dead to get to from the street and surrounding areas.

Another fifteen minutes and a half mile later the two criminals found a building that was in rubble from crews that had been working to tear it down. The machines sat at the work site driverless and from what Marcus and Skinny could tell in the twilight there were about a dozen or so living dead scattered around the site. But the open spaces and hard to navigate the piles of concrete and scrap of metal. It was perfect for temporary defense since they only needed a half hour to an hour to signal the helicopter with the flare gun. They went to work clearing out a dozen or so unfornate living dead construction workers and homeless. In doing so they ran themselves out ammo for their rifle. They waited for a momen to spot one of the closer helicopters in the sky before firing.

Within the half hour afterwards, one of the helicopters flew over head and over it's loud speaker the pilot spoke, "We can't land here the clearing is too small for us to land. If you can make it to the roof top of one of these buildings we can lift ya'll out of here. Though you'll need to be quick you have over a hundred or so unfriendlies moving in on your position. So move fast."

And in act of utter surprise Skinny did something that caught Marcus completely off guard. Skinny turned and threw his duffle bag of money straight into Marcus causing him to fall backwards down a pile of rocks. marcus had a sizeable fall as he slammed backwards down the rocks on his back. His jacket was chuffed up in dust and back bruised from the impacts on his way down. The strap on his duffle bag of money broke and was left further up on the mound. Upon running away from Marcus he screamed, "I'll be godamned if I'm sharing a ride to safety with a godamn murderin' back stabbin' Nigger!"

It was unfortunate for Skinny that Marcus had not been knocked out or killed by Skinny during his fall. With angered fury at the sudden betrayal he unzipped his denim jacket and procured his .40 S&W custom from a hidden holster in the silk lining of his jacket. After thumbing the hammey back and taking the safety off, he was good to kill a back stabbing mother fucker and as he made his way up the hill of piled rubble he grabbed his duffle bag of money straight off the ground and struggled like hell to make it up top to get a clear shot at Skinny before he made it to safety.

And as such things have run full circle. Marcus had got his man right in the leg as the helicopter lifted but only after wasting 13 rounds in his clip. Which left him two bullet and an army of undead surrounding.

He noticed the fat construction worker that he had shot earlier, the dead girl he found butchered and his former business associate that sold him questionably obtained merchandise. "Well ain't this a motherfucker," he said with a sarcastic tone before shooting the fat bastard in the head and then turning to kill his former associate in the face right below the afro pick stuck in his hair. He pocketed pistol and slammed his big bag of money into the living dead girl's chest, knocking her back down the pile of rubble. "Not today motherfuckers and especially not now." said Marcus to the growing crowd of living dead as he began running to where Skinny lay on the ground dead from his fall. He knew that redneck bastard had never fired his piece after running out of ammo the second time. He had a fighting chance, not much of one but his time was drawing near. Though it could be only a few seconds, a few minutes or a few hours away considering the odds pitted against him.

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"Mutha fuckin' godamn back stabbin' motherfucker!" muttered Marcus as he fired one of his last few rounds at Skinny as he made it onto the side ramp of the rescue helicopter that had landed on a clearing. The next round fired from his gun was on the mark as it connected with Marcus' former partner in crime's knee. The sudden shock of getting hit made him seize up for a second and drop to the ground below the copter as it was lifting off. The people inside the helicopter didn't even bother to go back down as they flew off into the evening sky.

Marcus wasn't having a good day. Not at all. And considering at that very moment he had two shots in his hand gun and over a dozen or undead encroaching on the mound of deconstruction rubble from that of an old office building. It was the only place they could get the chopper to land since the streets were crowded with wrecked vehicles and untold numbers of the living dead.

Marcus was going to die and that was a fact not a possibility. He was bad man, he was a bank robber and he had killed alot of people that afternoon to get to that construction yard so he could die.

His day had started out so great. He woke up before sun up and made it through his morning ritual of the three s'. Shitting, Showering and Shaving. To which he wore his best godamn suit a dark blue, silk lined denim suit with a blue suede boots with a steel tip in them to insure extra pain if he had to kick anyone's ass for being a shithead or a punk that looked like they deserved it. Before he left he packed his custom Smith and Wesson .40 in a hidden holster concealed within the jacket of his suit.

Breakfast with his mother had been good and short so he could make his meeting on time.

He had been part of a smooth operating crew of seven other guys that had been operating money making operations for years. They were all excons including Marcus who served time for aggravated assault on his step father. It was justified but that didn't matter to the cops. Different circumstances had brought them together and they didn't all meet in jail. Especially not him and Bull who was a racist asshole from Folsom. He hated how since he was black that motherfucker always called him names like, "Nigger and Jiggaboo." It enraged him but since he was one of Saw's friends he backed off better to ignore someone you would never have to deal with every again after a big time heist. It'd be smooth sailing after they got their split of the money. After the finalizing of their preparations with ski-masks, gloves and sun glasses they left their meeting spot.

The meet before the heist of Trust National Bank was a short one in which Saw reiterated the plan and their roles. Marcus' job was to guard the doors with an M-16 and play crowd control at the rear near the doors. Everyone else was assigned various roles thankfully Saw had given Bull the role of dealing with guards. He had hoped they'd shoot his that damn neo nazi motherfucker. But they didn't Infact the three guards their were killed within the first twenty seconds of the heist since they tried to play hero.

It went smoothly though despite the attempt at being a hero by the bank staff. No one else was killed. Since saw had contacts inside of the bank at the time of the robbery, they made sure they were working the day of the heist so they could get the money with out getting inkbombed which had to play out smoothly or they'd all get federal time at a penitentiary. They were gone in only three minutes which left them two minutes to spare before the calvary showed up.

They managed to get the fuck out of the bank in two getaway vehicles one being a 1997 white chevy blazer with out of state tags. Same thing went for the 1995 nissan quest. Both vehicles carried four men each and thankfull Bull and Marcus had been separated so they wouldn't have deal with any shit talking. They were two blocks away from the bank when the getaway vehicle ahead of them by only two car lengths when a cop car came speeding by the getaway convoy. However something was off, it passed them. However it didn't stop the situation from getting out of hand when a bright yellow Hummer flew through the light and broadsided the Nissan. Their driver, Becker, didn't get to react in time they hit the hummer and minivan followed by another car that rear ended the Blazer. They were effectively pinned in and trapped with no way to drive.

The second bank robbing crew had managed to survive the pile up that seemed to get bigger. It seemed as if people didn't stop despite their being a massive wreck. Marcus had managed to kick his door open. Skinny who had been next to him the back seat wound up having to crawl through his door, Their weapons had survived the massive crash. Saw managed to climb out through the windshield. Becker wasn't moving and the air bag on his side had never deployed. Due to the urgency of the situation the trio of robber that remained left their driver behind.

They climbed over the the pile of cars to the minivan to see if there were any survivors in the minivan. The minivan was fucked it was a mass of twist metal, fiber glass and shattered plastic and glass. There was blood everywhere and it's occupants had died a very quick gruesome death. Marcus had been nominated to retrieve the bag of money from the minivan and smiled as he pried it from Bull's cold dead grasp. After collected their money and a bandolier of M-16 clips from the minivan the trio had managed to get away from the scene of the crime.

No cops had been seen however they observed that alot of people were running as if they were being persued by someone. Some of the people were just sauntering about as if they had no concern in the world to those going on in their lunatic ways. It seemed rather odd to Marcus but he kept his mouth shut as he kept an eye for cops. "Almost a quarter mile away and there ain't been no cops." said Marcus. "Yeah mebbe so." replied Skinny as he followed behind Saw who had been on point.

Ten minutes, two alley ways and another block later they had been spotted by a cop car and without taking and chances they unloaded into it killing the driver and his partner who had leaned out the window to shoot at them. They had shot through the car and hit innocents. Marcus obeserved that even though they had been knocked down by the automatics fire. "What the fuck! we just shot those people!" said Marcus in disbelief. "Yeah no shit motherfucker watch your aim next time. We're trying to kill pigs not innocents.'" added Saw to Marcus' comment. "Mebbe we's didn't hit them Marcus." concluded Skinny in his sounthern drawl. "Shut the fuck up Skinny!" yelled Saw at the ignorant statment of his partner in crime.

They stood there staring at the crowd of people that was still walking towards them. The trio stared in surprise. "See I shot the fat guy in the vest twice. Those hits would've killed anyone." said Marcus as he pointed out the people he shot. "Holy shit! You gotta be fuckin' shitting me. That motherfucker should be dead." Added Saw in disbelief of the situation. They stood in silence for another moment observing the growing mob of people moving towards them. Most of them looked sick, their skin was pale and in some cases yellow as if they had malaria or jaundice. Their clothes were covered in filth and dried blood as if they walked off the set of a horror movie. It wasn't though - it was real life. The situation became oddly surreal for the trio bank robbers. They stand there gawking once they realized that there was a chance that they could die from the mob and began running at a more renewed pace. They had tried to secure another getaway vehicle but most cars they found were either wrecked or useable but in between the sites of two separate wrecks. From a distance they observed cars with living people trapped inside of them. They didn't last more than a few moments though and upon their first close encounter with them, Saw had managed to get bitten twice despite emptying a clip at the three moving in on the robbers.

"Motherfucking shit!" screamed Saw as he elbowed one of his attackers away from him. Skinny had managed to kill one of them before he finished his clip out. The bullet passed straight through it's head below it's eye socket on it's right cheek. He didn't have time to confirm it though as he helped push Saw's attacker's back. Marcus on the other hand had managed to fell the one's on his line with shots to the head. However he wasted a clip and a half doing so. "Hey you mother's shoot them bitches face!" he ordered Skinny as Saw managed to limp away from combat. Skinny pulled his piece and shot them dead in the face before they could bite and scratch him.

"Saw how you holdin' up bro?" asked Marcus as he reloaded his M-16. He observed more of them moving their way. And took aim on them down the sights of the M-16 before squeezing shots. Whatever Saw said was muffled by his shots. He gathered that Saw's shooting arm was fucked off which meant he was a liability. Eventually the trio moved into a 7-11 and shot the clerk dead when dared to question why there were in there with guns. After commandeering the firstaid kit from underneath the counter and half assing the application of first aid for Saw, they got the fuck out of dodge.

Over two hours passed and the trio had managed to make out of the downtown area toward the free way. Traffic was either congusted on streets as scared people tried to get out of town or sparse. Those things were everywhere though and oddly enough Marcus hadn't seen them all that morning or even moving around outside the bank. Then again he was only looking for people out to arrest him or his crew. So far they had managed to evade the cops which were more tied up in civic affairs of trying to deal with the recent plague of late. Saw had been slowling down cause his chewed up arm and Marcus and Skinny both knew that eventually they'd have to help him walk and soon carry him. Something about the injuries seemed to make people weaker. Marcus looked at Skinny and skinny nodded. Without further hesitation he shot Saw right in his face. He hadn't even managed to say, "what the fuck?" He was dead and his last two clips split between the remaining duo of bank robbers. "If I get bit kill me when it looks like I'll slow you down. And if you see a way for us to get the fuck out of here share it. Cause I imagine there ain't many people out there now just those damn jive ass motherfuckers." There was a pause as Skinny looked back down at Saw's corpse then back up at Marcus. "Yeah mebbe Marcus. I tink we should get the fuck outta here before we get any more of them after us 'cause none of t'ese bullets g'row on trees." Said the redneck bank robber as he began walking towards a clearing between two office buildings.

The area had a few trees with park benches and tables for playing chess, eating lunch or working on a computer under the sun. Under any other circumstances the area would be loaded with old people and business types trying to enjoy their otherwise clean lifestyles. Places like this made Marcus sick cause he loved being into shit and living on the edge despite what he told his mama.
Sure he lied to her about where he got money to pay her bills for her apartment and medicine since she got old. He wasn't completely without some kind of morals unless it was survival then it was him before anyone else on getting away or getting out alive on a job. Him murdering Saw was unfortunate but necessary since darwinism was playing it's hand on that particular day.

Over an hour later, after taking it upon themselve to spare people death by helping other survivors, nearest them out with their M-16's. They were very selective in their targets primarily the ones who looked they were going to kill someone who had been cornered. However in one instance they had been late, just barely missed a girl who looked to be no older than fifteen. She was wearing a slayer hoodie with cat ear on it and it had barely covered her disfigured face where the living dead beast head had bitten into her jugular. Somehow though she had died with her glasses on and the glare from an overhead flourescent light fixture had kept Marcus from looking into her eyes. He stared at her for a moment more, "Godamn kids need to stay the fuck where it's safe. Children shouldn't be dying out here especially at a time like this bro." Said Marcus is rather subdued tone as he glanced around the alley for any other shamblers.

Skinny was quite as he took his ski-mask off and threw it to the ground. "Yeh no shit Marcus. We best be getting a move on, mebbe we might luck out and find us some wheels and some other guns cause we ain't got much more ammo. All's I got is a .38 snubs and half a clip in this 'ere 16." Said Skinny as to almost completely ignore what Marcus had said to him. Marcus shook his head and kept walking off at a slow saunter. Again the duo disembarked to try to find a safe since they were almost back to where their meet spot before the bank robbery. The ghetto had faired a great deal better since there were people still fighting in neighboring blocks. The robbers couldn't tell if the people were winning but they still heard gun fire and that meant that not everyone else was dead.

They had found the aparment complex where they left it though they Marcus recognized one of his former business associates laying on the ground dead with a knife in his back. He had obtained some questionable merchandise and relatively cheap prices over the years and was moderately irked to see the man dead though he was going to let it stop him from kicking the corpse away from the door to the meeting room. The inside of it had been cleaned out completely and judging by the level of cleanliness Saw had paid to have it cleaned so the cops couldn't find any evidence should they investigate though now it was a fairly moot idea at present with the dead roaming about the city.

The bad men, former bankrobbers turned survivors of an odd sort an disaster. They had managed to hear news reports from a radio an apartment over from them that had been left on too loud. After another half hour preparing themselves to find their vehicles which were parked on the opposite side of the tenement, they departed with a full clip each in their rifles and their side arms. They made it out to the parking lot to find Skinny's truck stolen and Marcus' car wrecked with a lime green El Dorado slammed into the passenger side of his Dark Blue reupholstered 1967 chevy malibu. "That mother fuckin' son of a bitch!" yelled Marcus as he stormed over to the wrecked El Dorado pulled the drivers side door and shot the driver, an elderly man who was already one of them stilled strapped into his seat. The round passed clean through his temple and out the other side spraying blood out the exit wound. No one bothered to come see what happened they knew gunfire meant life and being out in the open where they could get shot was not where they wanted to be so the two robber's continued down the city towards the east sides in hopes of finding a pawn shop that didn't have looter's or those things all over it like a plague.

They had observed The Lambert Rec Center getting overrun by those things and they watched from a distance as it caught fire and burned down with those things and the survivors still inside. By then it was already evening and when they finally got to Marcus' neck of the woods, his neighborhood was burning down and fire engines sat with their lights on and their crews dead. Some looters could be seen getting chased by roaming undead but they didn't dare to save them, since no one dared tried to save his mother. It was his fault he wasn't but then chances were that he'd be dead too so maybe it was some divine being keeping him alive. For a moment, he stood there glancing around the area and observed one of the looters carrying a jade statue of a gorilla that he knew was his. Anger washed over him. He carefully lined his shot up as the man ran from a mob of the monster and fired. The round struck his knee causing it to shatter as the .223 caliber round separated the joints, muscle and tendons as the flexed between movements. He fell, screaming to the ground. Marcus' Jade Gorilla statue shattered on the pavement but at least the theiving bastard wouldn't get away from certain death as a group of five undead moved in on him.

The two robbers continued on their mission to get out of the city alive as the man screamed until he was dead. Marcus grinned and Skinny seemed to ignore all that was going on around him. Probably for sanity reasons. Eventually they saw several search and rescue helicopters circling over the surrounding area. Most of the east side was higher end apartment complexes, shopping malls and buildings being taken down to make room for other places that brough commerce to the city since it's crime rate was at near fifteen percent and the police force was being increased over the past year though at that moment that too was moot as there was a strong chance most of them were dead or had abandoned their duties as protectors of the peace. Which meant that law had been quickly abandoned since the national guard wasn't out in force keeping the people in check. That meant everyone had to surivive on their own since it seemed the world had fallen apart in only a few short hours.

On their way through one of the malls parking lots they found a squad car flipped over with no sign of the cop who drove it just broken safety glass and bits of plastic everywhere. Marcus managed to pry the trunk open inside they found a road side assistance kit with a first aid kit, flare gun, three reloads, blanket and bottled water. Marcus took the bottle of water, opened it, had a drink and handed it to Skinny. It had been a long time since they had anything to drink and under normal circumstance Marcus would never share anything unless it was family or a really close friend so Skinny was lucky to even have that much.

"Alright man! Listen up I got us a plan to get the fuck out of here using one of those choppers," said Marcus getting Skinny's attention, "See lets find a clearing and fire one of these here flares up in the sky to get their attention that there are living people meaning us. Then we just wait and pray they come and get us. If not then I suggest we hit the sewers or something." Skinny smiled and said, "I think that mebbe that's a good plan. All we need to do is keep ahold of this here money that we've been toting around all fuckin' day and we'll be rich beyond our wildest dreams."

"I like how you think brother now all we need to do is find a place where we can see them coming." added Marcus as he looked around the area for a building with an easily accessible roof or clearing that'd make it harder for the living dead to get to from the street and surrounding areas.

Another fifteen minutes and a half mile later the two criminals found a building that was in rubble from crews that had been working to tear it down. The machines sat at the work site driverless and from what Marcus and Skinny could tell in the twilight there were about a dozen or so living dead scattered around the site. But the open spaces and hard to navigate the piles of concrete and scrap of metal. It was perfect for temporary defense since they only needed a half hour to an hour to signal the helicopter with the flare gun. They went to work clearing out a dozen or so unfornate living dead construction workers and homeless. In doing so they ran themselves out ammo for their rifle. They waited for a momen to spot one of the closer helicopters in the sky before firing.

Within the half hour afterwards, one of the helicopters flew over head and over it's loud speaker the pilot spoke, "We can't land here the clearing is too small for us to land. If you can make it to the roof top of one of these buildings we can lift ya'll out of here. Though you'll need to be quick you have over a hundred or so unfriendlies moving in on your position. So move fast."

And in act of utter surprise Skinny did something that caught Marcus completely off guard. Skinny turned and threw his duffle bag of money straight into Marcus causing him to fall backwards down a pile of rocks. marcus had a sizeable fall as he slammed backwards down the rocks on his back. His jacket was chuffed up in dust and back bruised from the impacts on his way down. The strap on his duffle bag of money broke and was left further up on the mound. Upon running away from Marcus he screamed, "I'll be godamned if I'm sharing a ride to safety with a godamn murderin' back stabbin' Nigger!"

It was unfortunate for Skinny that Marcus had not been knocked out or killed by Skinny during his fall. With angered fury at the sudden betrayal he unzipped his denim jacket and procured his .40 S&W custom from a hidden holster in the silk lining of his jacket. After thumbing the hammey back and taking the safety off, he was good to kill a back stabbing mother fucker and as he made his way up the hill of piled rubble he grabbed his duffle bag of money straight off the ground and struggled like hell to make it up top to get a clear shot at Skinny before he made it to safety.

And as such things have run full circle. Marcus had got his man right in the leg as the helicopter lifted but only after wasting 13 rounds in his clip. Which left him two bullet and an army of undead surrounding.

He noticed the fat construction worker that he had shot earlier, the dead girl he found butchered and his former business associate that sold him questionably obtained merchandise. "Well ain't this a motherfucker," he said with a sarcastic tone before shooting the fat bastard in the head and then turning to kill his former associate in the face right below the afro pick stuck in his hair. He pocketed pistol and slammed his big bag of money into the living dead girl's chest, knocking her back down the pile of rubble. "Not today motherfuckers and especially not now." said Marcus to the growing crowd of living dead as he began running to where Skinny lay on the ground dead from his fall. He knew that redneck bastard had never fired his piece after running out of ammo the second time. He had a fighting chance, not much of one but his time was drawing near. Though it could be only a few seconds, a few minutes or a few hours away considering the odds pitted against him.

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