The Pierced Snow : Snowpiercer

4 O B L I V I O N 4

My fear was visible, I supposed, as a shudder shook my spine at what was before us. Time stood at a halt again, as doubts erupted on our side. The black mass of men in the car was overwhelming, their faces hidden as their hands clasped spears or swords. Mason stood behind them all, her ugly fur jacket covering a pink wool outfit beneath.

I felt a warm hand against my shoulder, but I was too afraid to turn in fear that if I looked away they would attack me. Another hand grabbed my wrist, as I suddenly felt a presence extremely close to my ear. "Go back to the other cars" Curtis whispered, pulling on me, causing my feet to stumble back from the front line, and he taking my place.

I stood here longer, my heart pounding heavily against my chest as I realized that they were not going to surrender. There would be more blood. Much more blood. I felt another hand on my wrist, pulling me back farther, and then I saw Edgar shoving me backward. "Get the hell out of here" he ordered before giving me a look that I didn't understand.

It was confusing because it didn't match his forceful tone. The genuinity it held was unnerving, but I pushed it away as I slipped out of the car silently, Tonya hot on my heels, ushering me to move faster. Her fear was greater than my own. However, much to her disliking, I pulled off to the side of the second car back, refusing to go farther into retreat. She honored my pause, hustling away with her knife close to her chest, as if protecting the thing that was meant to protect her.

Perhaps things were being said, I couldn't tell. All I could hear was the sudden rush of feet, and then the recognizable slashes and blunts of fighting. It had already begun? They had just rushed into it?

I drew my knife upward, aiming it to the doorway as the others in my car retreated farther, into the next. I was alone, listening to shouts of courage, and shouts of death. The thumps against the flooring matched the ragged, uneven beating of my heart as my breathing became shallow at the thought of our people being out there.

Breathe, Izzy. You have to breathe.

I was taking heavy, slow breaths as the first figure appeared quickly through the door, taking a step toward me, but facing the back- perhaps not spotting my presence. For a moment, I was afraid to attack- as his attire was all black, and a sword dangled from his hand. They had already pushed through.. were the others okay?

Without another moment, I repeated what I had done with the first guard, only this time, I yanked him toward me, out of the doorframe so that others would not know I was back there. He quickly broke free of my weak grasp, swinging his sword in front of him as he pushed off to face me. I took a heavy step backward, taking extra precaution to avoid the sharp object.

He came at me, a lunge with his left foot forward, jabbing the weapon at my torso. My knife clanked against it, pushing it to the side before I spun into the resistance, placing my body to keep his arm from coming back in, and bringing my sword up, dropping it to drag quickly down his front.

It gave me a nauseous feeling for the millisecond at which he fell, but in the next second, everything went black.

Did I pass out?

I could still hear the fighting sounds from before, but everything had vanished into blackness as I tried to take a step forward, only to stumble over the body of the guard. After I found the wall, I closed my eyes, bringing true darkness to adjust my pupils. Now, reopening them, I could see the outlines of everything- I was standing in the doorway.

A small figure suddenly hurdled past me, shoving me to the side with a tall stick of fire lit in his hands. The torch illuminated only half of the car, as I saw Curtis grab it and begin lighting others. Instinctively, as the entire contraption began to become lit, my eyes searched for Edgar, a sudden unbearable fear settling into my entire abdomen.