MUTATION: THE FATE OF A SOLE SURVIVOR

Chapter 7: Fight! This is your Last Stance!

     Pain, the first sensation I felt, right in the centre of my head. My eyes were reluctant to open at first until they gave in, while I held my head with my right hand while grunting. I noticed that I was resting my back against something, and I felt it with my left hand to be a tree. I sighed, took deep breaths, and proceeded to get up. When I was finally able to stand, I held my aching head once more with my right hand while I scanned the perimeter. At first, there was nothing but a vast green grassland with the tree behind me as the centre, until I spotted the black figure.
     It stood metres away from me, my eyes only meeting its back. It sensed my presence, turned round and started walking towards me. Alarmed, I searched for my guns, but they were no where to be found. There was also nothing to be of use as a weapon round me. Frustrated, I calmed down and began walking towards the figure. Our movements followed the same pace, gradually decelerating and coming to an end with a few metres apart from each other.
     " Who are you?", I asked, trying to conceal the rage inside me.
     " My name is not important right now Joe. What's more important is our fated battle", the figure replied with a heavy masculine voice.
     " Then I don't mind killing you now!", I replied and rushed towards my enemy. I swanged my right fist at him but he dodged swiftly by going underneath and kicked my right leg. I lost balance and fell head over heels to the ground.
     " At your present state you are still weak Joe. Too weak".
     " Shut up!", I said while struggling to get back to my feet.
     " Too weak that they all had to die".
     " Shut up!!".
     " Too weak that you couldn't even save your own fiance".
     " I said shut up!!!", I yelled and charged towards him again in a fit of a rage. The consequences of that action were a heavy blow to my stomach, two to the face and an uppercut that made me describe a semi circle in mid air before hitting the ground face first. I tried standing up once more but his heavy right boot came upon my back with a heavy thud and focused me back to the ground.
     " I can't believe they depended on you, a weakling running away from his responsibility. Tell me. Does their deaths mean nothing to you? Or does killing yourself brings pleasure to their souls?".
     While he said that, the wind blew hard against me. I looked up to see all those who had died because of me, all underneath the tree, with Blue at the forefront and White Fangs beside him. They all had motionless expressions on their faces. But their silent, empty stares said it all. They were disappointed.
     A tear escaped my right eye, while I gashed my teeth and asked," Why are you doing this to me? What wrong has my father or I did to deserve all this?".
     The figure removed his boot from my back, then grabbed the back of my collar, pulled me up and screamed loudly at my left ear," Everything!".
     He threw me straight towards the deceased. They disintegrated to dust as I passed threw them, while I crashed through the tree and found myself on the streets of Washington D.C., where the plague had first began. People were running for their lives as zombies pursued them nonstop, while I stood in the middle and observed the chaos all round me.
     " The world fell because of your experimental failure. Many died due to your ignorance and greed, so I'll see to it that you will suffer ten times more!", screamed my enemy as his voice echoed inside my head while I blocked both ears because of its peak.
     " Lies! You're the one who spread the virus in other countries. Even if it were to spread, it wouldn't have reached the whole world within a day! You sabotaged everything and blaming it all on me!".
    The figure laughed, his insanity knew no bounds." So you've finally figured everything out Joe. Good, good, good. Very impressed!".
     " Where are you?! I swear I'll kill you for real!",
     " Very good! Very, very good!! This is the Joe I wanted! We will meet Joe! I guarantee you that, and our battle will be one that history itself will never forget. The game has began, the battle has been drawn, the war in right in front of you. Fight! Fight!! Fight!!!".
     My eyes opened as I woke up from the dream. I got to my feet immediately and discovered that I was still at the hotel. The telephone on a desk beside  the bed suddenly rang. I knew who it was, and without fear I moved to answer the call.
     " You are surrounded, with food that will only serve you for one week. Zombies are patrolling the back of the building, while much more at the start of this road. They will not move pass the line, but will wait patiently on the spot until the time is right. Your environment is your battleground. Use whatever you have to survive. The time is eight-thirty in the evening. A week by this said time, their lust will know no bounds, and the zombies at the front will charge in for your blood. The one at the back will invade the building thirty minutes later. There is no escape. The only choice you have here is to fight. Do well to survive Joe. At the very least, don't let your comrades deaths be in vain".
     The line went dead immediately after that, and I immediately went to confirm the message. Indeed, I was surrounded, provided with food for just one week and weapons to defend myself on the battle day. Many would panick at this predicament, but not me. The philosophy I once had, the stupid ideology I was living up to, had all vanished. Replacing it was the spirit of vengance that had burned out when I sank into my depression. It was overwhelming, burning throughout my body, and no quantity of mercy or forgiveness could put it out. It was officilly burned into my soul. This is  War!

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     Cold breeze followed the winds as they surfaced the road and the vehicles. The place was dead silent, with everything looking the same as it was a week ago. The only difference was the intense bloodlust from the zombies surrounding the area. Their lust knew no bounds as they preyed impatiently along the line. It was seven-fifty-four in the night, and their urge to fulfill their lust was upon them. They had patrolled the area for seven whole days, waiting for the chance to feast upon my body.
     Candles lighted the very room where I tired to commit suicide. I laid on my knees to the floor and bowed my head down for prayer. It was the first time after several weeks of atheistic behaviour that I decided to pray. I did so while tears flowed down from the bottom of my heart. I earnestly asked from forgiveness from the Almighty, renouncing my sins and pledging my loyalty to him alone. I prayed that I should survive this madness and find the cure to save humanity. My last and final prayer, was to kill the bastard with my own bare hands.
     It was seven-fifty-nine by the time I left the hotel after finishing my prayer. Strapped on my left hand were series of buttons, each of them serving different purposes, while a digital wristwatch was worn. Two pistols were Strapped to both sides of my thighs. An assault rifle was worn over my left shoulder while a belt of granades was worn over my right. Both hands held the grenade launcher firmly, and all fear and anxiety died. The clock striked eight, and the silence that this road experienced for one whole week was torn apart by the vicious cries of the incoming demons.