Walking With Walkers

Beast

I pulled my gun out of the holster and pulled the trigger as fast as I could. I watched the mans head jerk back as the bullet flew through it. He fell to the ground almost at the same time I did. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my thigh causing a horrendous scream to escape my lips.

I threw back my elbow connecting with someones nose. They jerked off of me groaning. I pushed myself up and tried to run. But instead of taking off to the house like I had imagined, another scream left my lips as I fell to the ground once more. I bite my lip holding in more screams trying to escaped. I feel my hair being yanked. I thrash as much as I could. I try and escape the hands of who ever is dragging me. 

I can feel my hair being pulled from my head. I scream and thrash as I'm drug in an unknown direction. I feel sticks scratch my back. I realize we were going towards the woods. And I have now realized there are two people dragging me. My screams have died down to whimpers. Tears slowly fall  down my face. There is no use in calling for help.

Finally after what seemed to be eternity, they drop me. I close my eyes and grab my head, applying pressure as if it would make the pain go away. I hear a sickening laugh and my eyes shoot open glaring in the direction it came from.

I can feel the burning sensation from my thigh traveling throughout my body. I know I need to remove the knife, but can't without risking further damage. Tears continue slipping down my face as I scream.

"Just kill me!" I shouted at the shorter one. "Just do it already!" I cry, not from the fear of death, but from the unbearable pain.

They both just let out a sickening laugh. "Now why would we do that, before we have some fun." The taller one smiled showing his blackened teeth causing me to cringe. I felt a burning pain rip across my bicep. I screamed gritting my teeth realizing what they had done. They were going to sit here and torture me until I slowly died.

I turned onto my stomach and tried to move away form the sick men only to feel twice the pain as before when he sliced the knife across my upper back. I bit back a cry of pain until there was another slice. I screamed loudly. Hoping someone would hear me. Praying for help. 

"Please, don't!" I screamed to the desperately. The pain becoming worse and worse with every slash. I had lost count after 17 slashes. My vision had begun to darken. I couldn't breath. This is it, This is how I go out. I felt one single tear fall from my eye as I made eye contact with those green beast eyes behind the tree line. I took one deep breath and used all my strength to call to him.

"Beast."