The door flies open. About two hundred zombies line the corridors, mouths drooling. They look worse. Their shriveled grey skin is dripping with pus and their eyes look like they're sunk into their faces. Bones protrude from their sides and their hands make claws.

We brace ourselves. Me and Lara load our bows, Holly her pistols. At the last minute, Rebecca grabs a sword. That's when hell unleashes. Claws rake, guns blast and Jesus staffs slice. When I'm out of arrows I shoulder my bow and draw my knives. We slowly whittle down their numbers, but they keep coming. It happens when Holly's loading her pistols. A small zombie lunges for her, but Rebecca jumps into its path. It takes her down, snarling.

"No. No. NO." Shouts Holly. When she looks up, she means business.

She throws down her empty pistol and grabs a sword from the wall. Then, with a war cry, she turns around and cuts into the advancing zombies. Back to back we slice, shoot, thump and totally wipe out most of the zombies. But after so long fighting, we're worn out and the undead keep advancing.

"Fall Back!" I shout, "Get back to base!"

We slowly head back to the AAB. As we return an air of death hangs around us. Our uniform is torn and we look a mess. Nobody says anything as we hang out weapons on the wall and sit down, miserable.

Okay, I feel really bad about not updating in like I dunno um... Three months... anyway, yeah... Death... Sorry Rachel...