MUTATION: THE FATE OF A SOLE SURVIVOR

Chapter 22: The last words of a Dying Mother

                Rosemary first stared in bewilderment as she saw Lucy fall to the floor before screaming in anguish. She looked at Peter and realized that he was no longer the same as before. She tried crawling to where Lucy's gun was but noticed that her arms had lost their strength. Still determined to survive, she used her shoulders instead to crawl towards the weapon. It was slow and exhausting, but she wasn't going to give up just yet.

But even in such a state, it was futile. Peter reached the gun first and kicked it aside. He dropped the briefcase and pointed the gun at her. In anguish, she looked up to see the once father figure of her life and cried when all she could see what a militant zombie ready to pull the trigger.

So this is how I die? She thought while sniffing her tears. I couldn't even protect a single person, and here I'm going to be killed by Dad.

She closed her eyes and accepted her fate, awaiting her death. The militant showed no mercy and was able to pull the trigger when a Jack Knife was suddenly thrown straight towards the right arm which held the gun. It struck with such force that moved the arm away as Peter pulled the trigger, missing the shot. Both were startled and looked back to see who threw the knife.

Peter was bewildered when he saw me getting to my feet. I was panting and still finding my footing after defeating Zombo and winning back my body. I looked at him for a few second and then began walking towards him.

At this, Peter became angry as the only memories he now had was those of hate towards me. Still able to move his right arm, he aimed at me and fired at my stomach. I staggered back when I got shot, but still proceeded, this time at a faster pace, with the bullet coming out from my stomach and the wound healing instantly.

"Die... Die!", exclaimed Peter as he fired more rounds, "Why won't you die?!".

The more I got hit, the more I instantly recovered and increased my pace, until he suddenly screamed in a loud voice, "Die!!!", and gave me a headshot.

I felt it, the bullet piercing my skull, making a hole through my brain, and coming out from the opposite end. At that moment I blacked out and looked as though I would fall backwards, but my senses came back, I regained my footing, and speeded up to where Peter was. I speared him to the wall and knocked off the gun in his hand. Peter looked at my forehead and saw no wound, only blood originated from where I had received the headshot.

Bewildered, he exclaimed while struggling to get himself free, "How is this possible?! Why won't you just die?!".

I let go of him and began punching him until blood flowed and part of his teeth was missing. I then replied while panting, "I can't afford to die until I've redeemed my sins against humanity".

"You, you!", he barked while spitting out blood and continued while panting in between sentences, "We all died because of you. Curse you! Curse you!!!".

I bowed my head and forcefully pulled out the knife from his arm, making him scream in pain, "I am very sorry it had to be this way Peter". With that, I stabbed him on the forehead, finishing him off with one blow.

I looked back and saw Rosemary staring at me the whole time. Now she looked like someone who was about to sleep. She first mumbled out, "Monster", before passing out. I clinched the Jack Knife tightly and then turned to go until I heard Lucy's voice, "James?".

I looked back and saw Lucy looking at the ceiling, her eyes gleaming with the little life she had left. I rushed towards her, knelt beside her and gasped. She had taken two gunshots, one on her stomach and the other on her forehead and yet she was still alive.