The Plague

Prologue

I enter the barn already out of breath from the fight I've just barely managed to escape. I try to slow my racing heart and the smell of wood chips and what I guess is paint thinner assault my senses. It's not an unpleasant smell but after running for my life it causes me to become slightly dizzy, so I breathe through my mouth in order to stay clear headed.

Every part of me wanted to turn around to go find the others and make sure they made it out all right. We were ambushed. They were all way more experienced at this than I was so there's a good chance they are probably tripping out themselves, looking and worrying about my own where-abouts..

Inside the barn I keep my guard up. Possessed converts are really smart and really strong. They can fight, unlike zombies, or what we call The Plagued, who are just crazed and kill instinctively.

The only good thing about them is they smell. It's not a good smell, but all the same it's a great way of alerting us when they are near. You've probably smelled them yourself and never realized it. It's like smelling road kill. Kind of makes you think doesn't it?

This is why I'm nervous walking into the barn. My alarm system is disabled with the intoxicating smell of pine trees. Blade in hand, I peer into stalls and around corners, going through doors and peeking behind hay stacks.

I'm about to go through a door to the back of the old place when I hear steps. I inhale hoping to catch the scent of cow or horse or whatever the hell they keep in here. Instead I can confirm its a few of those wretched smelling beasts.

Yes, I could turn around quietly and try to find my group, but it isn't in me not to try to take as many of these things down that I can. These monsters are becoming a nuisance to me for reasons I'll get into later.

I creep around as quietly as possible, mapping out my steps before actually taking them. I can't make any noise or in any way alert them to my presence or my plan will backfire. The only thing I have going for me is the element of surprise. One false move and it's adios Sophia.

I'm a damn good fighter, but Ive never taken on a horde all by my lonesome. A horde is anywhere between five to ten converts or zombies, anything smaller than that are groups, and anything bigger, considering the size, would be gangs, and then legions.

I've never seen anything bigger than a gang, but I've seen more than enough of those.

Trying to still my breathing, I look around the door frame slowly keeping as much of my body back as possible.

Damn, it's a horde. A small one, but a horde is a horde. I count five. I know I've got about three bullets left and my blade. Since the beginning, Light Seekers only used blades because guns hadn't been invented yet.

They also used bow and arrows. We are the ones who introduced those to the Indians after watching them run at full grown bears and wolves with damn spears.

As good a fighter I am, I can't say the same for my shooting. I'm training just about everyday and my aim is improving but before my change I had never shot a weapon, and even with the angel blood I still need work. I pray that God isn't busy at this moment and then take it back. I hope he is helping the others wherever they may be. I've always been good at getting myself out of sticky situations.

I take a deep and silent breath, counting back from ten. Stepping into the room I launch my blade at the head of the closest one and nail him right in his left ear. Knife throwing I'm excellent at. Before the others realize what hit them I fire off my rounds taking down two and wounding one.

It's me against the two now. I run at the first convert I ousted and retrieved my blade. The other two are already on me and I'm swiping at one while kicking at the other, trying to keep my back to the wall so one can't sneak up from behind.

'Thats what she said' I say in my head.

I know right? I'm fighting for my life and making jokes, but I've always turned a messed up situation into a chance for me to take cheesy cracks at myself, or anything really, when I get nervous.

Still I laugh a little whilst swiping my blade causing the wounded one to falter in confusion. I use this and kick him in the stomach as hard as I can, sending him flying into the back wall. Now its almost a fair match.

I'm receiving punches almost as good as I'm giving them. Finally I catch a break when this one, a woman, over throws her swing and lurches forward before caching herself. I quickly sidestep it and am now standing on her right side,facing the shoulder which is still extended. I Jab with my left fist into the side of her face, then when she regains herself I uppercut her in the jaw still towards her right. I flip my dagger going for the kill, finishing her off by swiping with my right hand and sinking it into the top of her head.. The blade is long enough that it went through the brain, and came out through her chin.

I hardly have time to relax knowing I only have one left because he's already rejoined the party. We circle around, sizing each other up. He's way bigger than me but I don't care, I'm pissed. I've been hit way to many times tonight, I can't find my brother, or my friends, and I miss my kid. I'm not in the mood and he is soon going to figure this out.

Fed up with the games I act like I'm going to throw my blade at him and thinking he's the smarter one he runs at me. I step to the side at just the right time and catch him in the heart.

Punk B*tch.