Alive inside (Book Three)

Resolution Part One

Ch. 11

'Resolution Part one'

[Baltimore, morning]

It felt as if they had been climbing stairs for several minutes, it was dark and damp in the stairwell of this abandoned building, the siblings knew this was the right place from the smoke billowing above them.

The water seemed to be somewhat effective at keeping the undead at bay, while they wouldn't drown, they didn't have the motor functions to swim, not that it stopped them from walking along the bed of rivers and other bodies of water.

Though this heavily impaired their sight and sense of hearing, making them nearly no threat as long as one didn't have the urge to swim.

Summer's eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting of this interior, moving stealthily up the stairs, Blake behind her doing the best he could to follow in her silent footsteps.

The sound of voices above their heads could be made out, what they said could not be.

"Careful, I think there'll be fighting ahead," Blake whispered as they rounded the corner of the final flight of stairs before they got off.

Summer felt a lurch in her stomach at the idea of being so close to the teenager she missed so dearly, she only hoped they would find her alive.

Stepping out of the stairwell, the duo saw there were many members of the militia searching around the remnants of what looked like ammo boxes.

"We're gonna find you!" A Saviour growled as he looked under a table but came up with no findings.

The sound of a gunshot and yelp was audible to Summer from her spot at the entrance to the stairs, soon the Saviours had turned their backs on the siblings for a threat coming from the other side of the building.

Throwing caution to the wind, Blake rushed forward with his hatchet in hand, reeling it back, the survivor brought it down on one of the men's heads, killing him.

Several gunshots came ringing past him at this point making him duck down and take cover.

Summer nocked a second arrow but felt searing pain and her abdomen felt wet, her shirt did soon after, looking down the archer grimaced in pain when she removed her hand and her hand was now red with her blood.

She’d been shot, a wave of pain might have overtaken her if not for her grit and the adrenaline in her system.

Clenching her hand in a fist, Summer slowed herself only a split second before she made her attack.

Summer pulled her bow out and got an arrow on her string and pulled back, calculating her shot quickly, Summer let her arrow loose.

"There's more of them-" the Saviour yelled just before the arrow lodged itself in his throat, the man tried to grab ahold of the shaft and pull it out but quickly found his strength sapping away, he ended up falling back, breaking the arrow as his head hit the ground.

The men rushed at the siblings, putting her bow away, Summer pulled her Bowie knife out, the tingly sensation of fear wracked her body as the roar of a man running towards her, reached her ears.

Weaving out of the way of his machete, Summer connected with a left hook, which served as her counterattack, after he recovered, the man swung in a wide arc with his machete, trying to decapitate her.

Ducking under the deadly weapon, Summer pushed her knife into the man's stomach, ripping it to the side, spilling the man's intestines.

Crying out in pain and falling to his knees, Summer pulled her knife from the man's torso and struck the man in his temple, destroying the brain.