The lives of two Infected

Chapter 1: I died

Everyone died.

ALL OF THEM!

Even the main four that lived in this cabin! Three of them to be exact... Dipsy, Laa-Laa, and Po.

Their souls are in heaven now, at least White hoped so. Only Tinky Winky was still alive in some way. And now our guard was trying to get away from him.

White's feet carried him wherever he was going, and behind him, he could hear screaming.

Why had he come back to Mainland?

He didn't know-though he might have guessed. After Po had fucked his mind on purpose but thoroughly, making him think that if he came back here... Everyone would be alive.

Huh...

That's so stupid.

And arrogant.

It was the middle of the night. The guard didn't see anything. Why?

Ohhhh, he lost his flashlight on the way back through the cave, he lost his camera a long time ago in the mountains. After the fight with Po, he didn't wait for the military, he just left. He wasn't interested in what would happen to them. He had a goal, to return home. It seemed to him now that the desire to go home was not his, but Po's. She was in his head. She controlled, though little, his body. No wonder he wanted to go home. It was she and only she. However, White wanted to make it right.

He ran into the foursome's cabin. Looking around quickly he realized he was at a dead end. He looked up at the roof of the house, where there should have been a hole over the slide, there wasn't. It was covered by a rock.

Panic and fear began to flow through his veins and his heart began to beat even faster. I think he started to choke.

"You're really stupid if you thought you could get away from me."

A low, deep voice came from behind him. White knew this was the end for him. But he had managed to do something for them, right? Right?!

Right?!

Right...

Ha-ha, of course not...

He exhaled realizing that he'd done nothing for the kids.

He was the one who was supposed to protect them, and he killed them. His body shook with fear, but he still turned to face his death.

Tinky Winky stabbed him in the chest. White could clearly hear the sound of his own ribs breaking! Gasping in pain, he tried to back away from the deadly blows of the infected.

"Where do you keep running off to, hatter?"

The infected's face was twisted in a wicked, mocking smile that looked more like a grin than a grin.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha... I guess that's the only thing I'm good at."- the guard said with a sick smile, panting.

His lung burners had punctured one of his ribs after all. And that's bad.

He tried to dodge Tinky Winky's blows, but the latter was too fast. White was panting with every movement, and his strength was fading fast.

A punch, another one, and another one... White ducked, but he didn't make it in time. The last blow he missed and Tinky took advantage of it. It hit him in the head.

The guard's head exploded. His eyes went black and his ears rang.

He held his head harder and missed the blow again. Tin brought his power down on his back... Breaking his spine.

White cried out in intense pain.

He fell to the cold floor soaked in the blood of the slain trio. The blood from Dipsy's body and head had long since dried on the slide they had so joyfully rolled down.

This house was much brighter, and either it was because of the night outside.

Or because of what had happened here.

White lay there for a few seconds. But he really liked it. He would have liked to lie there longer! But the infected wouldn't let him.

Tink took him sharply by the throat and raised him to his eye level. White couldn't resist him. His body was numb, his head throbbing with pain and now his neck as well.

Tink began to squeeze his neck choking the former.

But White could do nothing. He couldn't feel anything. He couldn't even move his legs, much less raise his arm.

But he could do something that didn't require physical strength.

His hazy gaze fell on a piece of custard machine.

It looked like it had broken off from a hard blow.

That's what...

That's what he needed!

On his last strength, he enveloped the armature with his magic and pointed it sharply at himself.

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Warm blood dripped off the piece of rebar mixing with the bushwhacker.

The rebar that White had levitated was now inside him and his assassin.

White smiled very tiredly. And looked up at Tinky Winky.

The oldest of the four. The one that White was somewhat fond of.

He was met with an indifferent and cold stare.

And White was crying...

He was hurting emotionally and physically.

He hadn't saved anyone!

And now...

He would just die.

His head rested on Tinky Winky's chest. He watched as a black slurry of what looked like blood ran down the rebar.

White couldn't hear his heartbeat.

He'd been dead a long time...

And White knew that if Tinky Winky had been here, none of this would have happened.

He'd be helping everyone instead of killing.

The infected man's body twitched. He grabbed the rebar and pulled sharply. Pushing it deeper into White's body, killing him with it. The guard's heart stopped. And his lifeless body fell to the same cold floor.

Tinky Winky looked with lifeless eyes at the corpse of the white Teletubby wearing his brother's hat.

He didn't regret it, he didn't cry or scream.

He had killed him and that was it.

He didn't even have the pleasure of killing it.

Because he stopped even feeling it.

He became a zombie.

A killing machine.

He turned around and headed for the exit of his house. Leaving White's still warm body to cool.

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