BITTEN

Chapter 12

Dedicated to @Frostphoenix13

I let out a loud yell, throwing away the tray at the zombies. I was not armed so I didn't know what to do. They both grabbed my hands as I struggled to let go. I closed my eyes.

Pow! Pow! 

I heard a gunshot and when I opened my eyes, the two zombies were down and out.

"Nathan?" I mentioned.

I was shocked to see that it was Isaac.

"Isaac? I despise you," I spoke angrily, holding his shirt as I pushed him to the wall. I folded my fist, ready to punch his teeth out.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to betray your trust." He pleaded, kneeling on the floor.

"Get up," I said, "let's go."

I wasn't sure if I had forgiven him yet, but now wasn't the time for emotions.

"Take this. We have those things hovering all over the place. We would surely run into them." He gave me a pistol.

"Great. Now he's acting like a good friend again," I spoke silently to myself.

As we headed for the hatch's exit, we encountered a herd of zombies, but we gunned down most of them. Just then, I heard someone yell,

"Anyone there? Help me!"

"I'm going back." I informed Issac.

"We can't save everyone," he said to me.

"Maybe, but we can save this one."

I ran ran off to the room where the yell came from.

"Please, someone help me!" the man cried out.

It was none other than Bernard, the man who almost killed me. A large cupboard had accidentally fallen on him. The cupboard must have fallen on him while he was trying to run away from the zombies.

"I'm going to help you right away," I told him, rolling up my sleeves.

"I didn't ask for your help."

"Don't argue because I'm not leaving you behind."

"Why would you wanna help me?" he asked, "I mean, I want you dead."

"Because I believe in doing the right thing." I said, getting the huge cupboard off him.

Hurriedly, he got up without showing any appreciation. I stretched out my hand for a handshake, but he chuckled and said,

"If you think this is going to change anything, think again."

"I'm not your enemy," I said with my hands still stretched out.

Slowly he shook my hand. I never saw it coming when he punched my jaw. He held my shirt firmly, pushed me to the wall and I took a battering from the violent punches he threw at me.

A zombie crept into the room. He couldn't see it because he was too busy with my face.

"Bernard," I said, with blood in my mouth, "there's one behind you!"

"Shut the hell.. "

The zombie bit a large chunk of his neck off. Bernard killed the zombie with his bare hands, but it was too late.

"I don't wanna turn like my grandmother did," he cried out.

He continued,

"Kill me." He placed my gun in my hands, directing it at his head.