Days are Gone (Under Massive Editing - Republishing Chapters)

Chapter 30 - Turning the Tables

"Kauri, you snake! Let go of me!" the man we found inside the tents snarled.

"You mad?" Kauri laughed.

She grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up. With a smirk on her face, she slammed him to the ground and punched him twice.

What in the nine circles of hell am I watching?

"Kauri, we don't have time for this," I said, and she nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, just give me a sec."

She pulled out one of her throwing axes from her back and positioned it on the poor man's head.

"W-wait, no! I'll help you! I can help!" he pleaded.

The sound of flesh and bone was all I heard next. The guy didn't even finish his sentence before Kauri hacked his head and split it in two.

Her strength is not normal.

"That's one way to conserve bullets," she chuckled, before hanging the axe back in its holder.

"I need some assistance out here!" Dean called.

We rushed outside, and immediately dozens of guns were pointed in our direction. They fired, and all we could do was sprint behind a shack piled with wooden logs.

"Great. We really need Emielle's distraction for this to work," Dean muttered, frustration in his voice.

I reached into the pocket of my hoodie and pulled out the syringe, offering a small, grim smile. "We can still make this work without her help."

"No, not that," Dean said, his hand covering mine before I could inject it.

"This is no time for arguments, Dean. I have to do this."

"Cyra, put that thing away," he insisted, his voice low and urgent.

Before I could respond, Kauri's voice cut through the tension. "I thought you said there'd be no harm if Cyra used that. Looks like you two are hiding something from me."

Dean and I exchanged a brief, uncomfortable silence.

"Alright, fine," Kauri said, standing up and stretching her arms. "Let me handle this. You two stay on my flanks-shoot anyone to my left or right. Got it?"

"W-What's your plan?" I asked, still unsure of how things were going to play out.

A man shouted, "They're behind the shack!"

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Kauri, what are you doing?"

"Showing off," she said with a wicked grin, then punched a hole through the shack's wooden wall-big enough for a person to fit through.

There was no mistaking it. Her strength wasn't normal.

Dean and I exchanged a glance, silently agreeing on what we had to do. I raised my gun and peered around the side of the shack while Dean did the same on the other side.

Damn it, they're everywhere.

I pulled the trigger, hitting a few of the men charging toward us, but others quickly took cover and started firing back.