Never Close Your Eyes

DTM 🐊 : C. 13

|| Chapter Thirteen ||

"There's not another path? I've got bite marks all over my neck." I whined my complaint, feeling the burn begin to set in as a reaction to the mini bite.

Every time the stolen cloth would move around my skin, I could feel a moment of relief. How do people in the south manage with all these bugs swarming around?

"No." Vasquez up and rejected my idea of there being another way of getting where we're going with no hesitation in his voice.

We began to enter a small clearing, free of the overly large grass that hides my new enemies, the mosquitoes, and trees that could keep an approaching target hidden very well.

The clearing was blank except for four docks that reminded me of Goldie Locks. The first dock had been completely crashed by a broken down yacht, only some wood saved from the chaos.

The second dock had a missing boat and some missing boards from the walkway. The third dock was completely ripped from the muddy, sticky ground, but the way the boardwalks had been lined, should've told anyone there was four, not three.

Finally, the fourth boat was ever in our lucks until I saw the herd on top of a valuable source. They were hungrily stomping along, trying to find snacks with no mindset.

We stopped in our tracks upon seeing what we wanted and what we really didn't want. Taking that one good boat seemed too good to be true, of course.

I think about seven of the undead reminded me of animals in a cage, mindlessly pacing with two things in mind, food and how the hell to get out.

Vasquez looked behind at everyone, focusing in on Murphy, "You wanna help us out?"

"No, I don't. By the way, I can't swim." Murphy hissed, showing his distaste in the mission once more.

I rolled my eyes at the behavior, "Can I mercy them? It'll be good practice for me."

I look at the two leaders for the answer I requested. Vasquez looked at Warren, who looked at the opponents ahead.

"Addy and Doc will cover your flanks."

Warren nodded her head, "Vasquez and I will stay with you in case they become too much."

I smiled lightly at the thought of her compromising with me on something I completely needed.

Doc got on my right while Addy stayed on my left. 10K was behind me, his gun positioned and ready in case something came from behind us.

"Keep your less dominant leg out in front of you to cast a better throw." Vasquez pointed out, to which I gladly took his advice into action.

I grabbed the handle of my blade, relaxing my right arm into the air. I knew I could do this, or at least do an average performance.

"You control where it goes by your wrist."

The instructions melded into my brain, wanting to gather as much information about this skill. My (E/C) iris never left the undead, picking out my target from it being the first one that made eye contact with me.

Fresh meat, to them. Practice targets, to me.

"You get overwhelmed, take a step back and we'll handle them." Warren assured my flanks were covered so I could practice.

They readied their individual weapons, knowing that Z's had no certain patterns. You meet different versions of them at every encounter.

I took a deep breath, focusing in on a 5'11 male, brown shirt ripped at the collar. A chunk of it's esophagus hung like a rope, dried blood staining every inch of decomposing skin.