Chapter 14

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       When we arrive at Frankfort we all huddle down in the capitol building near the doors so we can let people in when they arrive. I gave them all about a week to get here. I get on a computer and get on my skype. I see no one has messaged me to tell me about their leaders. That's when I hear a knock at the door. I let the group get it as I run off to use the bathroom. When I come back, before I come into view I look to see the person. They appear to be a 15 year old boy that's what I'd call 6 foot, and he has blonde hair and baby blue eyes. He looks quite fit, and in my opinion he's hot as hell. I round the corner, and when I go down the three stairs all heads turn towards me.

       "Delilah, this boy came down from New York," Max says.

       "Delilah, remember me?" the boy says.

       "Is it really you?" I ask hoping above hope it's him.

       "It's me, babe. You are so beautiful," he says.

       "Oh my God! It is you, Kellin!" I exclaim rushing to him. He wraps his strong arms around me, and I bury my face in his neck sobbing with tears of joy. I don't want to let go of him, but I have to when someone taps me. I pull back and wipe my eyes.

       "You know him?" Max asks, and I can see hurt in his eyes.

       "Hell yeah she knows him. That's her boyfriend. She never shuts up about him," Zoe says.

       "Max, come with me please," I say tugging on his arm. I motion for everyone else to stay as I take him away.

       "What's this about a boyfriend? I thought you loved me!" he whisper screams when we are in a room several yards away from the group.

       "I love you, Max. The thing is I thought he was dead, and I was never going to see him again, but then he shows up here, and all I want is to be with him. I'm sorry, can you forgive me?" I ask.

       "I forgive you, but I'm not going to stop loving you. I hope you understand that," he says before turning and walking somewhere else in the building. The last thing I see of his face is tears rolling down his cheeks. I want so badly to go after him, but I don't want to hurt him more than I already have. I walk back to the group. When Kellin sees me he walks over to me and takes my hand as he always said he would when we met in real life. I don't want to let go, but when I look out and see a girl running toward the building with a horde of azoms, the adult zombie things, chasing her I drop his hand and draw my knife. I run outside ready to kick some butt because I am pissed that they would chase her. That's when I see they aren't just azoms, but some are kids. Oh Lord this is new. Either way they are chasing this girl and need to die. I continue on my path and dive straight into a fight. After I down four azoms a quick nimble kizom, the kid zombie things, darts in and hits me hard. I yelp, but I then retaliate slashing and thrashing like a demon. After I knock some down the same kizom comes in, and a sharp pain explodes in my arm. I scream in agony and lash out. I may die for saving the girl, but that would be okay because I saved her. Then I remember Kellin and fight harder. I will fight for him because I just found him and want to be with him for more than a few minutes. I scream curses and taunts at the azoms and kizoms while I stab them. I can't help it, but the demon in me has come out full force.

       What sounds like a war cry comes from behind me, and then the person screams, "Don't touch her you bastard!" I feel something wet splatter against my back, and the smell is foul and metallic.

       "Die you stupid things and rot in hell!" I scream swinging left, right and center. My one arm is throbbing, and I can't deny the feeling that something wet is dripping down it. I don't think my inner demon could be any more viscous than it is right now. Something hard hits me in the head, and my knees buckle. As I hit blood spattered pavement I curl into a ball and try to protect my head. This is the second time it's been injured, but I can't help my will to fight or survive. The pavement is swirling. The sky is the floor, and then the ceiling, and then the floor again. I hear screams and ringing in my ears.

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