her hollow heart

chapter 06: BRUTUS

Lucy's POV:

As we trudged through the desolate landscape, searching for a new place to call home, the weight of our losses hung heavy on our shoulders. Each step felt like a burden, a reminder of all we had sacrificed to survive in this unforgiving world.

There was no time to dwell on the past. Danger lurked around every corner, and we had to stay vigilant if we wanted to stay alive. I gripped the metal pole tightly in my hands, the familiar weight offering a small comfort in the face of uncertainty.

Jace's POV:

The roar of the mini chainsaw filled the air as I led the way, cutting through the dense foliage that threatened to engulf us. The undead lurked in the shadows, their hungry moans a constant reminder of the dangers that surrounded us. But with the chainsaw in hand, I felt invincible, ready to take on whatever horrors awaited us.

Dylan's POV:

I hurled my spear with deadly accuracy, the sharpened tip finding its mark in the skull of a zombie. The creature collapsed in a heap, its lifeless eyes staring blankly up at the sky. I retrieved my spear, ready to face the next wave of undead that came our way.

Kasper's POV:

The crack of gunfire echoed through the air as I and Kassian took aim at the approaching horde. With each shot, the undead fell, their rotting bodies no match for our firepower. But there were too many of them, swarming around us like a tide of death.

Maisie's POV:

I danced through the chaos, my dagger flashing in the dim light as I dispatched one zombie after another. But it was the fire that truly set me apart, the flames licking at my fingertips as I unleashed their destructive power on our enemies.

Lucy's POV:

As we fought our way through the horde, we stumbled upon a small camp nestled in the woods. My heart skipped a beat as I saw familiar faces among the survivors—Tom and Sceltiq.

Tom's POV:

I couldn't believe my eyes. Lucy, the weak little girl I had once known, was leading this group of survivors. It was laughable, really. And to see her still using my pole—it was almost insulting. "Well, well, well," I sneered, stepping forward to confront her. "If it isn't little Lucy, still clinging to her dear boyfriend's old toy."

Lucy's POV:

Tom's words cut deep, reopening old wounds that I had thought long healed. But I refused to let him see how much they hurt. I squared my shoulders, meeting his gaze with a steely resolve. "ex-boyfriend," I began. "And this 'toy' has saved my life more times than I can count," I retorted, my voice dripping with disdain. "And unlike you, Tom, I don't need anyone to protect me."

Tom's POV:

I could see the defiance in Lucy's eyes, the fire burning bright within her. It was almost admirable. Almost. But I couldn't let her win, couldn't let her think she was better than me. "We'll see about that," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "We'll see."

I could feel the tension crackling in the air as Lucy and I squared off, our eyes locked in a battle of wills. She had always been stubborn, but now she was downright defiant. I couldn't let her get the better of me, not again. "Come on, then," I growled, stepping forward to meet her challenge. "Let's see what you're made of."

Lucy's POV:

I refused to back down, meeting Tom's challenge with a steely determination. He may have thought me weak, but I was anything but. I squared my shoulders, ready to face him head-on. "Bring it on," I said, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart. "I'm not afraid of you."