Would You Carry Me To The End?

Max's POV

"Come on." I whisper. Frank and I stand up in the woods, avoiding as many dead leaves and pinecones as possible.
We hear a low moan coming from behind a few unkempt hedges, and we slowly approach it. I can already smell the horrible stench of decay as we get closer. And then BAM! There they are.
About 60-75. I can practically feel the shiver that runs down Frank's spine next to me. I find it kind of cute, actually...
But NO TIME FOR THAT!
"What's your plan?" he asks., his voice shaking slightly.
"Plan? I don't have a plan. Who has a plan?"
He sighs in frustration. "Let me rephrase that. What are you going to do?"
"In that case I have a completely different answer. We're going to shoot to our left so that one of them will come and see what it was, and then we'll capture it and bring it back to test on."
"Oh, ok." he still keeps slightly tense.
"When?"
"Now." I take out my revolver and aim it towards a tree a good distance away from us, pulling the trigger. All of their heads instantly jerk towards the sound in unison, and I have to pull him back behind the hedges.
Eventually we see one limping towards the noise. The majority of it's skin is already darkened, and half of it's jaw's hanging on for dear life. The mould has stretched itself onto most of this one already.
I can see Frank wrinkling his nose up in disgust at the vile smell trailing from it.
But then it turns around.
Shxt! It must've caught our fxcking scent.
"Was this part of your plan?!" Frank whispers to me in a muddle.
"Like I told you before, I don't have plan." I stand up and extend my gun forward, aiming it at it's leg to cripple it.
And BANG! With one shot it's on the ground, slowed visibly.
"Come on, Frank, we have to tackle this son of a bxtch." He nods in agreement and we run towards it, jumping over it and pinning it to the ground. It lets out a deafening, loud growl that sounds something like Chewbacca.
As we pull up, we see the imprint left by our hands in the waxy flesh. I cringe at the horrible sight. But then as we look up, slowly and carefully, we notice that the rest of the zombies must've noticed it's growl. Because they're slowly creeping towards us.
I can swear it came straight out of the 'Thriller' video. I can practically hear Vincent Price in my head, narrating the whole thing.
But that doesn't help. There are two choices. Save ourselves and abandon the mission, or risk it. Looks like only time will tell what comes next.
We pull out our guns together, looking forward, no, glaring ahead at the trouble in front of us. And then we start to shoot.
We hear birds flying away as the first sound of gunshot hits the air. And before we know it, the bodies are beginning to fall. The only true way to kill a zombie is to shoot them in the head or the heart. And we aren't making any exceptions.
We look at the dead bodies surrounding us and look down at the one we were trying to preserve. Shxt. A bullet must've ricocheted off something, because the clumpy, dark brown blood is splattered all over the head. And it's more motionless than before.
Too bad, we didn't manage to complete it. But as I look over at Frank, I have to admit it was pretty cool to go on a killing-spree. We both smile and chuckle at each other.
"Sorry about all this." he says in complete sincerity.
"Dude, there's no need to apologize. It was actually pretty fun."
We begin walking over towards a thick scale of trees.
"I honestly thought you wouldn't hold up with that many." I say, he chuckles slightly.
"Neither did I." he says. But as soon as we pass a tall chestnut tree, he turns to me. His eyes widen in shock and I'm trying to wonder what's wrong. But then I realize he's looking behind me. I'm about to turn around before he shouts out "Shxt!" and before I know it, two arms lock around my throat.

Notes

Sort of a filler, but I added a cliffhanger. But I can hopefully say it'll get better. I have chapters mapped out for a while. Hope you enjoy, Happy Readin', folks. ^_^