Chapter 10

17 2 0
                                    

A strange feeling comes into my hands. A certain warmth, followed by a light feeling. The pain appears to be less than before. It seems to fully dissapear.

Carefully I opened my eyes, afraid to see blood. Afraid to see that my hands are cut off. Afraid to see Laura in pain. But instead of seeing that, a bright light lits in my eyes. Brighter than I've ever seen before. My hands! They give light! Bright, white light! I look up towards Laura.

Her eyes are pointing towards her hands too. In her eyes reflects a green light. A green collor so bright, I've never seen before, shines from her hands. A certain fear can be seen in her eyes, but also happiness. "Impossible.." Is all she can bring out. Our elements.. Our fantasy.. Is this a dream? Am I dead now? 

I look around but no, the zombies are still there. One side of the zombies shrinks, while the other side is still coming towards us. "Our elemental powers we have in our fantasy.." With that, I stand up and turn towards the zombies which are approaching us. Laura does the same. I've never felt this much strength, I feel undefeatable. 

Laura extends her arms forwards, without a doubt, as if she knows what's going to happen. It's causing large vines to come out of the ground, stabbing through the bodies of several zombies. In the meantime I'm burning a few zombies with the brightness of my light, and cutting through the stumachs with sharp rays of light that act as lasers.

Behind us sneak some zombies unremarkable. We're too busy with fighting to notice them. 

Suddenly Laura turns to me, blood dripping from her shoulder. She collapses in front of me, crying from the pain. The light of the sun reflects off a piece of metal protruding from her shoulder.

"Laura!" I yell, running towards her. No, no! This isn't happening, this can't be happening! She can't die now! "Laura hold o-" A sharp pain shivers through my body, beginning in my back. I also fall. Breathing hurts. Every single move feels like nails stabbing in my back. The light in my hands mute, just as the light that shines in my eyes. 

Darkness takes us.. 

Scout 83Where stories live. Discover now