Survival Of Our Numbered Days

Chapter 6: Fight For My Life

TW!!

There will be descriptions of violence and blood, so may the queasy to this read this

 with caution please. Also, I will be talking about medical stuff in this, so I apologize in 

advance if anything is medically inaccurate.

Enjoy! <3

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I hear pounding footsteps approaching my hiding spot. I immediately jump up, noticing a person a feet away from me with a shocked look, that immediately turns into a devilish smirk, so I make a mad dash away. As running seems to be the best course of action; don't feel like dying today.

"Oh no you don't!" they shout chasing after me, "You ain't getting away from me!"

I stumble over a stack of books in front of the door, about to make it out when suddenly I'm yanked back and thrown against the wall. Before I can even react, the scavenger slams their arm against my throat, pinning me to the wall. I let out a strangled gasp in response.

"Got you now!" they spat at me, "Don't suppose you mind spilling if there are others hanging around here, do ya?" They point their machete close to me as if to prove something.

"Ha! As if I would ever tell you," I try to say confidently, but it comes out weak and hoarse instead.

In response to my comment, they push their arm harder against my throat, "Hmm... well it seems there may be others with you too. Once I find them, I tell them you said goodbye!" they say menacingly, "Now, any last words pretty boy?" Not if I have anything to say about it you won't.

In full on stupidity, knowing all too well that this will not end well, I say to them, "You think I'm pretty?"

Apparently, that was not the answer they were expecting. They immediately raised their machete up to strike me down. In a last-ditch effort to not end up dead I swung my bat as hard as I could right at their leg. Funny that they forgot to disarm me. Stupid.

They let out a painful sounding, "Ahh!!"

Their machete landing in the wall barely an inch away from me as they instinctively bring their hands down to cover their new wound. "You little shit!", they scream at me, looking me dead in the eyes with even more intent to kill me than before.

I took the opening that I got and swung my bat at them again, this time hitting their left arm. They let out another ear-piercing scream and lung forward with their good arm held out. Before I could process what they were doing, they grabbed a hold of their machete again. Yanking it harshly from the wall, slashing my left arm in the process. Leaving a big gash. I try to repress a scream, but still cry out in pain anyway.

"Heh." they sneer at me as they attempt to pin me to the wall once again or cut my head off. Neither is a good option, so I do the most logical thing of moving the hell away from them! 

They're crazy!

As I move out of the way I muster all the strength that I can, swinging my bat right to their head. It makes a sickening sound on impact, and I immediately pull my bat back. They let out a strangled scream, falling limp to the floor. Their machete loudly makes a clank sound when hitting the floor.

I stare at their limp body, "They're probably just sleeping...ya..." I say trying to reassure myself. I crouch down and grab their wrist, checking for a pulse. Somewhat lucky for them they barely still have one. Phew.