DUSK OF DECAY

CHAPTER 10

Blood splattered on the floor while everyone else watched in horror. Lisa's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat as the spear tore through her back, its tip piercing through her chest. The room seemed to go silent, the world freezing in an instant of unbearable agony. Mark, Sarah, and Zara watched in horror, their voices stolen by the sight before them. The man withdrew the spear, and Lisa's body slumped to the floor, a trail of crimson staining her clothing. In that moment, it seemed, Mark had lost all his hopes and will to live, as he fell to his knees, as he watched the body of his wife fall to the floor. Mark's hands trembled, his eyes fixed on his fallen wife. Sarah's expression was a mask of grief, her breath hitching as tears welled up in her eyes. Zara's shock gave way to an anguished sob. In that tragic moment, their world shattered. The battle they had fought to protect one another had ended in a devastating defeat, leaving them to grapple with the cruel reality that life could be both fragile and merciless. The man wanted to make the group more aware of their vulnerability, so he took the same spear and cut open her stomach, revealing her unborn baby. He then grabbed the baby by its leg and held it up high in the air for everyone to witness in horror. The gruesome sight was enough to show the group how vulnerable they were, and they were left feeling shocked, scared, and helpless.

In their moment of heartache and desperation, Mark and Sarah's anguish transformed into a fierce anger. With tears streaming down their faces and hearts pounding in their chests, they propelled themselves forward, driven by an unyielding need to cause harm. Their breaths came in rapid bursts as they closed the distance, each step a testament to the raw emotions fueling their charge. The memory of their loss weighed heavily on their minds, intensifying their resolve with every heartbeat. As they approached the men, their expressions bore a mixture of sorrow and unrelenting purpose. It was a moment of reckoning, where pain and anguish gave birth to an unwavering force that propelled them forward, united in their quest to face the men that stood before them. In that moment, it seemed like they had BECOME the danger.

In a moment of urgency, Mark quickly grabbed Lisa's knife and without hesitation stabbed the man in his skull. His eyes widened with shock as Sarah screamed in horror, her mouth agape at the sight before her. The man crumpled to the floor, blood pooling around him, and Mark stood there frozen with his arms outstretched as if in slow motion. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as the scene unfolded before her, unable to believe what had just happened. Mark's face was void of emotion. He picked the spear that the man was holding and turned to the other men with nothing but disdain in his eyes. It wasn't long before he stabbed anther in the forehead. He withdrew his spear and with a swift motion, sliced the other's neck. Surprisingly, only one man out of these was armed.