So hello. I know I’ve been a while so I’ve tried to make this chapter longer. I think it’s about 6 pages which is longer than what I usually do as I normally have around 3 pages. Anyway enjoy!
Chapter song – Bad moon rising by CCR (This song isn’t related to this chapter but it’s such a brilliant song I had to put it somewhere.)
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Victoria’s pov
Stupid little bitch! Who the hell does she think she is? Bloody Queen of England? She’s corrupted MY Seth with her sad pitiful human ways, and beating heart that I wish to rip from her chest with my bare hands. I want to crush her skull beneath my foot. I want to hear her screams in pain as I suck her dry. I just want her gone. I want her dead. SHE doesn’t deserve to live, she doesn’t deserve to breath and she most certainly doesn’t deserve Seth. She thinks she’s the bees knees just because she has the skill to kill a horde of Zombies without fault. So what? I could do that any day.
I know what I must do but what I’m going to do I haven’t the foggiest. I have to think of something and I need to think of something.
“Seth!” Ashley laughed when he wiped some butter icing from her cake across her nose with a smirk plastered across his face.
I glared at their “sweetness” with my eyes in perfect slits. If I were in Ashley’s place it’d be heavenly plasma wiped onto me, not child’s sweet crap that goes on fucking fairy cakes with glitter and…Sweet things. Lycan blood basically, that is what I’d imagine the icing must taste like. Eh!
Seth is not the same person anymore. Ashley needs to see the real Seth because she’s treating him like a human, not the monster he truly is. She needs to learn that Seth can never be what she wants. Kind, sweet and innocent. Phew! She wishes.
Caine’s pov
“Argh fuck man, there’s more of them.” Greg gestured to the other ghastly faces approaching behind the woman who had tore a hole through the metal shutter. She was reaching in and attempting to grab one of us with her outstretched arms. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth as it had been slit half way. (Obviously she didn’t care) She was failing to reach us though as we’d shed a bucket loud of sweat by pushing a heavy metal chest up against the shutter.
I raised my weapon and made a clean shot into it’s head. Destroying the brain. I didn’t even hesitate in aiming fire at the “recently changed” man who hobbled over to the hole. They were no longer people you could just go up to and say “Hey! You look a little on the pale side. Something up? Would you like a hug?” So we might as well shoot the fuckers before they bite us.
“Is that all?...Only four of the bastards?” Father cried with a hint of disappointment.
“I think there’s more, I can see movement up on the hill.” Darren pointed to the hills with his sniper rifle.
Father cautiously strode over to the tear in the shutter and stuck is head out blocking my view entirely.
“Well?” Darren said with a deep frown when my father pulled in and said nothing.
“What is it dad?” I asked.
He turned to me with a face full of different emotions: Fear, worry, power, excitement but above all he looked determined.
I then new exactly what was out there.
“There’s a whole bloody heard!” Father laughed with only a hint of amusement.
“We’ve got to get out of here, if we stay there’s a high chance that we won’t survive. I say we live now and fight another day! Not sit here like bait. “ Darren said harshly.
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