After it All

19

Now we're talking!! You stop and take out your (f/w) and prepare to fight. There are only four of them so it isn't that bad, of course you doubt yourself but manage to gather up enough courage to let out a sickening battle cry and attack the first attacker. Killing him almost instantly on contact, the enemy is human, no surprise there. 

Your dad taught you how to use a (f/w) and since then that's been your weapon of choice. In all honesty your dad taught you everything you know, not including cooking lessons from mom, then again she's not the best at it. 

Your (e/c) eyes full of rage and blood lust just continued to slash away at the remaining 3 people. Screaming battle cries of their own and attempting to impale you with poorly made weapons made from scraps of metal. They're the resourceful type, you are also, but you like to take the easy way out of many things. Hence the reason why you just look for cans of food or water. 

Anyway back to the little street fight you got goin on. You are currently loosing, of coarse you shouldn't expect anything more. You're out numbered after all, 3 against 1 chances of winning.. hmmmmmm I'd say about 15%.

Frustrated you gut into one of the legs of the men who have attacked you. They cry out in pain and fall down in agony. The other two worried and determined to win attack you with twice the amount of strength as before. They hit your shoulder with a pipe and you wince in pain, clutching the new wound. Your shoulder isn't broken or dislocated, but it hurts like hell. You push back and stand taking out a hunting knife you found awhile back. You point it at the remaining three and scream at them enraged, standing your ground you wait for their next move. 

One of the men stand and look at you dead on, making eye contact opened his mouth to speak. You however fed up with this bullshit told him to "Make it quick". He just sneered at you and said "we'll finish this later." and with that he picked up his injured friend and walked away with the other one. To your surprise they let you go, maybe they didn't see the value in fighting you anymore, or maybe they didn't want another friend to die. You brush it off as a weakness and continue your way along the graveyard of cars. 

Perhaps thats a little too over exaggerated but still there are rusty, destroyed, singed and smashed cars littering the street. Sure there are a few bodies here and there but most of them where most likely melted into the seats of the car. Fire thats all you can really say. Fire is the reason why everything is so grey, dark and burned. Sure there's acid but fire melts the flesh off your bones, acid just eats it.. whatever you get where I'm going with this.

SO yay!!!

Victory is yours. You continue your way home and skip along happily, completely forgetting about your injured shoulder.

*skip to chapter 20 to keep walking*

*skip to chapter 21 to stop and eat*