| Our New Life | (Shourtney Fanfic)

Chapter Nine: I Need A Hero Pt. 2

"A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles."

-Christopher Reeve

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Shayne's P.O.V

"I'm so sorry!" She cried. "I can't control it!"

The object she had hit me with, which appeared to be a heavy book, fell from her grasp as she tried to fight the parasite in her body. She squirmed, her legs wobbling like crazy. She seemed to be in an enormous amount of pain.

"Wait! STOP!" Courtney yelled, as the group of survivors began to surround us. "We really don't want to hurt you guys!"

"We're not doing this! It's Brady... h-he knows you're here!" An old man said. He charged toward us.

I pushed Courtney near the exit, feeling the impact of the man slamming me against a cabinet. He tried to push a scalpel into my chest, though I grabbed his hand in time to take it from his grasp. I dropped it on the floor and kicked it away.

"FIND SOME ANTIPARASITICS!" I yelled. "I'LL KEEP THEM DISTRACTED!"

Courtney nodded, extremely hesitant. She left the room, although I knew she would be back very soon.

I pushed the old man off of me, but everyone else came at me at once. I dove under the desk, rushing towards the exit. I shut the door, trapping myself and them in the process. If I could keep these people safe while Courtney looked for some sort of solution to this mess, then I would be satisfied, no matter what happened to me.

"What do I do?!" I asked, frantically. "I'm not leaving you guys like this!"

The woman who was closest to me had her hands extended outwards, as if she were pretending to be a zombie. She narrowed her eyes to the cabinet in the corner of the room. "There's anesthetics in the cabinet behind me! Some shots are prepared already, and there's a tank with a mask!"

I ducked underneath her arms and opened the cabinet door, scrambling to find what could possibly be these anesthetics. The first thing I found was the tank, with a small label that faintly wrote 'local anesthesia'.

"Is this it?—SHIT!" The old man tried to pound my head into the cabinet, but I resisted. I kicked him back, only to met by Fatima holding that same scalpel. She swiped towards my throat, just missing the tip of my Adam's apple. I pushed her to the ground, trying to buy myself some time.

One man that had been behind everyone during this commotion dug his hands into my neck as I saw the door open. Courtney and Opal appeared with something in their hands. I was pinned back, then lifted off the ground, as if I were being hung. Then, I felt myself get hit in the stomach repeatedly by something hard. They had surrounded me at this point.

"G-Guys, help!" I spat out.

I soon realized that what was in their hands were none other than grenades. My eyes grew wide as they put on their gas masks. Courtney had to have known we were trying to save these people, not kill them AND ourselves!

"WAIT—!"

Before I could say anything, Courtney threw a couple on the floor. I braced for what I thought would be a huge explosion. Instead, I heard a click and the sound of gas being exerted. The gas expanded from behind the survivors, who inhaled gas it willingly, knowing this would stop them from attacking any further.