Days of Decay

Chapter Thirty Seven

The group dispersed around the house like assassins. Asha stormed, weapons at the ready to her room. When she reached the door, she stood for a moment, knife handles digging hard into her palms. This was it; this was what she had been fantasizing about ever since she drank that fucking orange squash. She finally had the opportunity to end Jude's existence.

She pushed open the wooden door before slipping into the room. Once in, she slowly closed it behind her, making sure to use Harry's keys to lock it. When she was alone and trapped in the room with him, she took Jude's second gun from his belt, slouched off her backpack and put it in it before throwing it to the bed. Always handy. She then took a deep breath and felt a smile crack open her face.

"Look where we've found ourselves," she said, delicately placing her knives on the floor.

She then knelt down to Jude's bulky body, which was face down. The position wasn't going to work for her and what she wanted to do, so she scooped her arms under his, and jerked him with all her strength until he was lying on his back. She let out grunts of exasperation, his weight was more than double hers, and it was a dead weight.

His pupils had almost fully dilated, but they turned to pin pricks when he feasted his eyes on her. Pure terror and panic rang through his frantically moving glare.

"Hello," Asha breathed smoothly. "We need to stop meeting in here," she grinned as she picked up her shorter knife, holding it in Jude's view.

A single noise came from within him. A yelp.

"You know, I thought your face would be the last thing I saw before I died," Asha gazed down at him with dead eyes. "But it looks like you'll be staring at mine instead."

Asha felt powerful, more powerful than she'd ever felt before. She was worried she would lose herself to it. But that worry was soon overtaken by the realisation that she'd already been lost. She bit her lip and stared down at him in silence for a moment, her eye twitched slightly as the pain of her group burrowed into her vision. One thought permeated her; how completely fucking unfair the world had been to Finn – it genuinely killed her.

"You are pure evil, Jude, and unfortunately for you, I think it's rubbed off on me," she spoke quietly, listening to his rampant breathing. "Maybe it was the way you lulled me with special treatment and then punished me like a dog on the street. Or maybe it was my friend being killed by your men, or perhaps it was the fact that you turned Finn, into a flesh eating PSYCHOPATH!"

He blinked fast.

"But...I can forgive you for that," she now whispered, twiddling the knife in the air above his face. "If you promise to do one thing," she said lazily, looking at him. "Can you be a good boy?"

Jude moved his sapphire eyes up and down, indicating a 'yes' to her. She grinned and bent down to his ear, breathing her hot breath against his skin.

"Stay still," she instructed softly, and his wheezing rocketed.

She held the knife like a pen and pulled out his arm, soft side up to her. Her finger traced lightly against his skin from his wrist, all the way up to the crook of his elbow where a large vein bulged. She prodded it with her fingertip before lowering the knife point to it and slicing it open slowly. The blood chugged out in a red river. Her smile grew. She then reached for the other arm and inflicted the same flick of her knife to his vein.

Next, she reached for her longer, thinner knife and squeezed his upper thigh. He was muscly, but she could get through to the artery, if she used all of her energy. She thought back quickly to the anatomy of the human body, something she had learnt at school, and pinpointed the exact place where she needed to puncture.