Text Adventure: Urban Survival 3

Before giving it a second thought Max looked to the Ayra still standing and said, "Grab his arms... We're throwing him into that cement tube."

The Ayra gave him its attempt at a worried glance and said, "What?"

"After we throw him in we'll follow and get into that building across the way. We can't risk going to the ground level," the Ayra paused and Max repeated once more in the same serious tone, "Come on.”

After another hesitant look, she grabbed her partners arm. Max smacked the wounded Ayra’s face, “Hey… Hey. Are you ready for this?”

The Ayra looked at him through his dark visor and moaned weakly, “no…”

A screech from the floor bellow caused Max to look behind, “No time. Go, go.”

Max without the other Ayra’s help, tossed the wounded one into the pipe then motioned for the other to follow. She jumped the gap into the pipe and began helping the other to get through to the other side. Without turning around Max leaped to the cement cylinder, and moved quickly to the Ayra on the other side.

They crawled out onto the scaffolding in time to see the fastest of the zombies emerge from the ramp onto the top of the garage. Max hoped that the creatures didn’t notice them but, to his dismay, they turned and began running towards them.

“Crap, move! Get higher!”

They pushed the injured Ayra up the ladder to a higher level on the scaffolding. Before Max let the girl climb up the ladder, he grabbed the explosive device from off her armor.

“Hey! What are you doing?” The Ayra cried.

Max jumped onto the top of the pipe ignoring her. He heard her tisk then continue climbing. Max had to stop the creatures from getting to them. He would set the explosive and blow the cable holding the pipe to the crane, easy as that.

He stuck the explosive between the pipe and the cable pressing a random button hoping that it would work.

But before he could jump back to the scaffolding the pipe began to teeter as whole groups of zombies jumped onto it. Some barely made it as they continued piling onto the opening and many of them fell six stories to the ground.

Max then heard the beeping of the explosive he had set; he needed to get off, now.

He turned and jumped to the scaffolding. When he had landed he sprinted up the ladder to the next level and as soon as his foot touched the boards he was knocked onto his side as the explosion went off. The windows on the building all around him shattered at the force of the blast, glass cut into him.

Max had to grab onto something in order to not fall off the scaffolding as the cement pipe hit the lower supports. It wobbled violently for a second then settled. He felt his face for cuts but it was too wet from the rain to be able to tell whether he was bleeding or not.

He looked over the edge; the pipe had broken into large chunks. Zombie bodies lay scattered about on the ground far below. But then Max noticed that some zombies were still alive and others were running in from other streets because of the explosion and they began climbing the scaffolding.

“God! They just don’t stop!” he whispered to himself.

He quickly climbed the ladders and ramps until he got to the last ladder.

The whole scaffolding began to fall away from the building and was starting its descent to the ground ten stories below. Max had been trained not to panic in any situation, but he couldn’t help it now.

Jumping off the ladder towards the building, Max realized that he had jumped too early. He was barely able to grab the edge of the roof as his body slammed into the side of the concrete wall.

Once he was certain he had a firm hold on the lip of the roof, Max looked at the wreckage below. Some of the zombies that had survived, giving up the chase, started walking back to wherever they came from while others started attacking each other.

Max pulled himself up so that his elbows were over the edge. He looked up to see the cold metal barrel of a handgun in his face.

The owner of the weapon was an arrogant looking young Ayra male. He wasn’t wearing a helmet and his brownish hair was drenched and plastered to his head. Behind him were six others, all armed, and behind them were the Ayra he had decided to help.

“Cool… my day just got even better,” Max muttered under his breath.

“Shut up,” said the arrogant looking Ayra, “Your stupidity nearly led those things to us Human.”

Great, he sounds happy, Max thought to himself.

The Ayra signaled to the others and two of them grabbed Max by the arms pulling him up onto the roof and restraining him.

“You’re lucky I have uses for creatures like you, or else I’d kill you for attacking and killing some of my fellow Ayra.”

“They attacked me first! I just need some place to dry off and get warm…”

The Ayra addressing him hit him across the face with the gun, interrupting him. Star bursts erupted in Max’s skull and his vision began to blur.

The Ayra grabbed him by his cheeks, forcing max to look him in the eyes, “You sicken me…”

His words faded as Max’s vision blackened.

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Max’s Eyes shot open and he looked around. He was….