Zombie survivor

[61] The sacrafice

The tense silence inside the RV was unbearable. The groaning, snarling horde outside grew louder, and the bridge loomed in the distance, stubbornly stuck halfway. The teens sat frozen, their fear palpable. Even Morgan had no immediate answers, her sharp gaze darting between the window and the blocked path ahead.

Then, out of nowhere, Luca started laughing.

It wasn't a nervous chuckle or a desperate giggle—it was loud, unsettling, and wholly inappropriate for the moment. The sound echoed through the RV, drawing the attention of everyone inside.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Brad snapped, his face twisting in confusion and anger. "You lost it, man?"

"Yo, seriously, dude?" Jordan added, gripping his crowbar tightly. "This isn't the time to go Joker-mode."

Luca rose from his seat slowly, his laughter trailing off into a smug grin. He reached up, brushing imaginary dust off his tattered shirt, and then struck a dramatic pose—one hand over his chest, the other pointing toward the bridge.

"You plebeians," Luca said, his voice dripping with theatrical arrogance, "will remember this moment for the rest of your pathetic lives."

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jean barked, staring at him like he'd grown a second head.

Ignoring him, Luca turned to Ms. Heather, his eyes softening slightly. "Miss Collins," he said, his voice suddenly quiet but no less dramatic, "you've always been too kind for this shitty world. Consider this a parting gift."

Before anyone could react, Luca leaned in and kissed Ms. Heather square on the lips. Her eyes widened in shock, her hands flailing slightly before she froze in place. The entire RV erupted in a chorus of disbelief.

"Bruh, what?!" Tyler yelled, his jaw practically hitting the floor.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" Chloe shrieked, her hands flying up in outrage.

Ms. Heather, still stunned, stammered, "I—I—oh my goodness, Luca, this is not—"

But Luca didn't wait for her to finish. He straightened, his grin faltering slightly as his hand trembled while gripping a broken metal pipe. "Farewell, comrades," he said, his voice cracking slightly but still holding onto its overly dramatic tone. "I'll see you on the other side."

"Wait—Luca, no!" Jean shouted, reaching for him.

It was too late. Luca yanked open the RV door and bolted out, the sound of snarls and groans intensifying as the horde turned their attention to the sudden movement. The others scrambled to the windows, watching in stunned disbelief as he charged toward the control room.

"Is he fucking insane?" Brittney asked, her voice shaking as she gripped Chloe's arm.

"He's... he's gonna die!" Evan said, his face pale.

Outside, Luca swung the pipe wildly, smacking a zombie in the face with enough force to send it sprawling. "Out of my way, undead scum!" he yelled, his voice shaking but loud enough to draw the horde toward him.

The zombies responded with guttural howls, their rotting forms staggering toward Luca. He sidestepped one, slamming the pipe into its temple before shoving another aside with his shoulder. A third lunged at him, its jagged teeth snapping dangerously close to his neck, but Luca kicked it away and kept moving.

"Holy shit," Tyler muttered, watching from the window. "He's actually doing it."

"He's going to get himself killed," Akira said, her voice tight with disbelief. "This is suicide."

Luca reached the base of the control room stairs, panting heavily as he clambered up the steps two at a time. A zombie lunged at him from the side, its decayed teeth sinking into his shoulder with a sickening crunch. Luca screamed in pain, his body jerking from the impact, but he didn't stop.