Apodidraskinda

Fight or Flight

We stood there, frozen. We watched in horror as these creatures approached us. I couldn't move, but Willow could. She took my hand and we ran into a large office building, barricading the door behind us. Why couldn't I move at that moment? Why did I have to burden her yet again? She's always been looking after me, why could I never change that?

"Ivory! It's likely they'll break down the door soon so look for anything that could be used as a weapon!" Willow said as I pushed a shelf against the door, knowing I may be blocking our only exit.

 I took looking in the break room while Willow looked through the front desk. I found a knife, this probably won't be useful against them if they are undead. I determined the break room to be invaluable and made my way into the built-in sports section. Whoever made this building must've been filthy rich, which I envied. In there I found a golf club and baseball bat. I knew the baseball would've been more effective, so why'd I choose the golf club? I guess maybe it's because I used to play golf with my dad during the summer.

"IVORY, I FOUND SOMETHING COME QUICK," Willow yelled. At least there wasn't any urgency in her voice so I knew she was alright.

I made my way back to the front desk to see Willow, holding what could only be a shotgun. Why would they have a shotgun in an office building?  I had no idea but there was no time to ponder it. Suddenly the creatures- no, these monsters burst down our barricade and made their way to us. That's when I realized I had no idea how to use a golf club as a weapon. I bet Willow didn't know how to use a shotgun either. No matter, we still have to fight. I charged up to one of what seemed to be 20 zombies and smashed its head straight in. I saw it try to attack me but fell flat slamming into the ground. It was dead. I looked at Willow who shot the monsters repeatedly, none dropping dead. 

"Aim for the head!" I shout to her, her mix of fear and stress clearly plastered across her face.

Willow shot for the head, and surprisingly it still hadn't fallen. Apparently only melee weapons worked on them. That damned creature, putting us in such a predicament.

"I THINK ONLY MELEE WORKS ON THEM, I'LL COVER YOU GO GET SOMETHING AND BE QUICK." I say as I hold off another zombie. It's clear I'm not a natural born killer, earlier must've been a fluke. 

"YOU SURE YOU CAN HANDLE THEM BY YOURSELF?" She says, tossing the useless gun aside.

 "YEAH, I'M SURE, JUST BE QUICK!" I say as I swing to the head, missing by an inch. I see Willow bolt into a door beside the registry desk. Just as quick as she entered, she comes running out, crowbar in hand. At this point I suffered a powerful hit to the ribs, leaving me dizzy. In exchange I managed to get a hit to the head. 

I had finally killed it, 18 more to go. But clearly this wasn't working. Even if we managed to kill all of them, we'd be sustaining major damage along the way. That alone would be enough to kill us, let alone the fact more may find their way in. 

"IVORY, IT'S CLEAR THIS FIGHT WILL LEAD TO OUR DEATHS. ON THE COUNT OF THREE WE ESCAPE THROUGH FIRE EXIT AND WE'LL SEE HOW IT WORKS FROM THERE, ALRIGHT?" She said, as if she had read my mind.

"ALRIGHT, YOUR COUNT." I say delivering another blow to the head of a larger zombie, three wins. Not bad, regarding the fact this is my first time killing. The fact I've killed someone, even if not human, just doesn't sit right with me. Even If it's for survival it just feels wrong.

"THREE," Willow says. This quick? I really need to distance myself from the zombies or they may manage to hold me back. 

"TWO," am I ready for this? Well better than being left here to die. Do I take the golf club? I think I should, we may not have many other weapon options in the future.

"AND ONE!"