Alive inside (Book Three)

Brutality Part Two

Ch. 8

'Brutality Part two'

[Richmond, VA, noon]

Grass grew along the sidewalks and vines crawled up the walls of skyscrapers, the wind was still, as the sounds of birds and insects filled the environment with a calm stillness that the human race couldn't appreciate during their time.

The peaceful tranquility was broken with the collapsing of a horse and the groaning of a person seconds after being thrown from their steed.

Forcing herself up to her hands and knees, Genevieve looked to her beloved horse, choking on an arrow as blood spurted from the animal.

Another projectile whistled past the teenager's head making her flinch, then another, before rolling out of their line of sight.

Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she saw several men ambushing her position, her mind had wandered away from her, thinking of her dead lover and of Amanda and of Blake and Summer.

Getting up quickly, Genevieve saw five people, three of them rushing her with melee weapons such as hatchets, and machetes.

Moving swiftly, Genevieve jumped through a window that led into an abandoned storefront, glass shattered and Genevieve fell to the ground and rolled onto her right knee as the sound of a man closing the distance with her, beckoned the survivor into action.

Unsheathing her knife as she rolled backward to give herself extra room, knowing he would charge.

Genevieve turned on her knee and threw it at the man, hitting him in the throat, picking herself up from the vinyl flooring, she wrenched the machete from his dying hands as he fell to the side clutching the object lodged in his throat, blood gushing through his fingers.

No sooner had she obtained the weapon another attacker came with a machete, swinging downwards.

Pulling her machete up, Genevieve let her opponent’s blade slide down the machete she now wielded, effectively deflecting the attack and leaving an opening, she then spun around and transitioned, smoothly into a stab that struck the opponent's abdomen.

A low yell alerted Genevieve to an incoming attack, shifting her shoulders and dipping her head, Genevieve ducked the hatchet strike, withdrawing the machete in the process.

After removing the hatchet from his comrade's neck, the attacker stood across from Genevieve, she held her machete out in front of her, pointing it at the man while keeping her feet spread apart to keep her balance.

After a heated moment of anticipation, the duo met in combat, the man swung the hatchet in a sweeping moment, grazing Genevieve's machete as she deflected the attack.

The man's second attack knocked the machete out of the teen's hands. Genevieve retaliated by lifting her leg and putting her boot in his chest, and pushing him away, creating a ten-foot space between them.

Genevieve analyzed her situation and the attacker, he still held his weapon, he was larger than her, Genevieve switched her stance to one of defense, knowing well, she would lose immediately if she didn't keep her head on straight, with the fight currently in his favor.

Her opponent charged, brandishing his hatchet, taking a step back, Genevieve stepped swiftly to the side, hopping backward to give herself space, keeping her stance in place, her eyes darting across the room in search of a weapon.

The man stood to his full height, puffing himself out in a display meant to intimidate the smaller survivor.

Genevieve saw that the machete she had been wielding had been knocked across the storefront's floor, too far for an attempt at retrieving it.