The Night

Under attack

      Ike collapsed in agony as Alicia smashed a plank of wood around his head, making him fall near Stef, who was lying beside Alicia, a knife in his arm. A knife that was meant for her. "Oh, Stef..." She began to cry, "Stef, please say you're ok..." A soft murmur rose from his lips. Then Alicia looked to the side seeing Alex crawling across the floor, getting ready to fight Ike, who was back on his feet already, the man wasn't human.
     Alicia scrambled up, almost tripping over herself, grabbing her backpack and getting a knife out. Ike snarled and tripped Alex over again. Ike was grinning, treating this like a game. Enjoying this... Alex lunged at his feet, tripping him over, and Alicia stabbed as hard as she could before collapsing exhausted. He got up, unharmed, his skin perfectly fine where the knife struck.

By the helicopter.

      "Hurry up, I hear something, for goddamn sakes that better not be us..." Demanded Paul and we all ran towards our base, more and more convinced that something had gone wrong as the noises amplified. Something was definitely wrong, I heard screams and pleas for help.
Arya was silently sobbing, we both knew it. Alicia's chances of survival were very low, I gripped her hand reassuringly, hoping that things weren't as bad as they sounded. The base was within sight and the wood planks around the windows had been snapped, I ran in, Paul, Harper and Arya beside me to see a massacre, our men were being slaughtered by men I recognised to be Ike's soldiers.
Instantly we helped fight back, smashing and blocking, swinging amongst all the blood and sweat. No sign of Alicia or Stef and Alex, that could mean bad things. I rushed to the room where Alicia was last but I got effortlessly knocked aside by a tall towering man, he stared at me threateningly. He had the kind of tough face that made you want to cry and hide away, it was what he expected me to do, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
     Remembering the tools I had scavenged and such, I grabbed my shield from the side of my backpack and blocked his incoming fist, causing him to recoil and reconsider his approach. Which, apparently, meant draw a freaking big machete and he swung at me, I sidestepped letting his blade dig into the wall and kicked him back readying my sword for a strike but without struggling he jumped forwards again slashing at me, I last minute blocked with the shield but fell back onto a wall, he had his machete pushing my shield into me, the minor protection I had was falling apart and I was backed up against a wall, the crazy pyscho digging the knife even further and closer to my neck. I gasped for breath, tried to push him back but he pressed further and he used his other arm to grab my sword and throw it to the ground.
I gave a soft gasp, begging for air, my eyes flashing in pain and my life appearing before me. He relented, releasing me from the machetes wrath and dragged me to my room, nothing inside it, and threw me to the floor, by the window. The light glared in my eyes, blinding me. "Hah, pathetic. This is the kid who survived the night?" Mocked the man, his boasting gave me a shot of adrenaline, I'd show him. I kicked him back, he tripped in surprise and I grabbed his shirt, throwing him into the window, making him collapse and fall through the hole, landing on the cold hard ground. Deciding he wasn't worth my time, I ran into Alicia's room, hoping she was safe.
     There stood Ike, glaring wild and demented, leaning over a body. Alex's body lay lifeless, devoid of any of his uplifting attitude. Stef was bloody and ravaged, a huge bite mark on his left stomach, leaving him barely breathing and in agony. Then I saw Alicia, she wasn't bitten, more.. Played with, beaten and bruised, she was unconscious and her wound leaked more blood than rain on a stormy day, she was slowly dying, weakening. I looked up at Ike.
      There were no words to compute my anger, I grabbed the blowtorch from my back and set fire to a wooden plank because I had lost my weapon. With great speed, I charged and swung my flame at him, attempting to hit him with my wooden plank, he grabbed my arm and twisted it, dragging me to the floor and grinned maliciously. This was all a big joke to him, I was a toy to be messed with for his pleasure. A shot of anger bolted through me, urging me to attack, I followed instinct and faded away, it was like sitting in the back seat of a car, I didn't question each move the driver made, just sat back and moved, my body ached so much I was numb, I swung but couldn't see a thing, hit after hit, the crack of the air as he struck me, everything faded some more, I felt dizzy, had to keep fighting... Keep working, living...

In the main part of base.

      A shot whipped through the air as Paul shot another enemy. There were so many of them, so many needless deaths, he thought. Paul was an experienced fighter, he kicked down a soldier and clubbed him around the head, Paul was a soldier like them. From the second he was born, he fought to survive, he killed to survive. Raised in the harshest of conditions, death was nothing new to him. He grabbed another one of Ike's men and threw him to the floor, grabbing his own knife and stabbing him, a quick and painless death. Paul had started with nothing, a pathetic homeless child with nothing but 2 friends and his wit to survive, he had no luck, he made his own. It was him, it was Paul that should be the leader of the group, the man who brought them all together, the fighter that saved their sorry asses, not that stuck up kid who came from a life of priviledge. His anger spilled out uncontrollably as he murdered man after man, roaring as he did it. The wounds bounced off of him, painlessly.
      Somewhere deep in his peripheral vision he saw Harper and Arya speedily weaving in and out, knocking them out, not killing all of them. Pathetic, they were weak. 'Revenge, I would claim my sweet sweet revenge,' in time he thought. Something was wrong with him, he thought as he calmed down slowly, he'd just suddenly lose control, kill everything without recollection. His body began to fail, all the fighting taking a toll on him, no, no. He wasn't giving up now, he would save Alicia. He would save them all, and he charged through the hallway, seeing a brute of a man laying on the floor crawling in pain as he did, and ran into her room. There lay a dead lifeless Alex, a pained Stef and... And a half dead Alicia, he rushed to her side and felt all the anger evaporate immediately, everything was going to be ok, she wasn't dead yet, no don't think like that, she wasn't going to die. Paul scolded himself as he clutched her, desperate to hear her breath, her sweet voice. He looked outside to see Ike and Kreis in close combat, Kreis looked horribly pale and weak, like he'd given up. They fought tirelessly for many minutes and Paul dared not join in, this was some serious fight. He looked back at Alicia and she cried softly, "It's my fault." She muttered, "I'm not one of you," She gasped between sobs, "Tell... Tell Khalè he's too far gone. Tell him we need to tell hunter the truth." Her voice was nothing but a ghostly whisper, "Promise you'll tell Khalè I said that. Also, tell him to, tell him I don't want it to end yet, that I volunteer, that I'll infe-..." And her voice trailed off and her body lay, on the brink of death and Paul took her breath away, leaning in for a soft gentle kiss. Within the war brewing all around them, love bloomed.

Kreis' pov

      My plank broke, it was bare fist on fist, a furious set of punches and dodges, an intense flurry of hits, all the while I was only half conscious. I felt... Light, free almost. I could hear Stef muttering to me, "Glad you could make it chip." He was still spluttering and gasping for air, "Beat that bastard." Then I could feel him fall unconaiouc blissfully unaware of the scene of love and war. My mind went back to the fight, my skin seemed to be growing increasingly rotten and numb.
        It looked like I was winning but I really couldn't tell, the world looked like a distorted puddle of colours. I saw the wither of flames and heard cries of war, calls for help and pleas for safety and here I was, fighting. Ike let loose a volatile scream that signalled hell, my mind drifted again and before I knew it, I too was screaming a hoarse scream.
        Everything, yet again, was blurry and I heard the distant cry of Reavers and Skulkers. Skulkers sounds stupid, I thought still dizzy and exhausted. "Maybe," I said to myself, "I could run now? Make my escape." His Reaver's darted inbetween me but my body unrealistically dodged and kicked them back. I didn't understand, how my body was still moving. It was ridiculous, like it was out of some childish movie. Ike swung a bloodied arm at me, it was beginning to rot as well, making him more like one of them. It scared me how similar we looked at that exact moment, it really did. My heart throbbed, begging for more and more air, he, on the other hand, strolled forwards.
         Suddenly, I saw a group of my friends run across the field, Paul, Arya and Harper were there. I saw their painful struggle against hordes of the enemies, Oscar was nowhere to be seen. I wondered what he was up to, hopefully getting help. All the while, my seemingly possessed body was furiously duelling against an army. My body felt like lead and I slowly dragged my body further and attempted to continue this war. I couldn't. No, I couldn't go on, I couldn't afford to lose but I... I couldn't do anything, my body drooped down again, my efforts were futile and I just couldn't lift myself that one last time.
         Ike was still unhestitantly moving forwards, an army of Reavers behind him, I, however, fell to the floor pathetically weak hearing cries of my friends and felt the soft sensation of Arya half dragging half carrying myself up and far away, my mind fuzzed and my body was whimpering, I was scared. I wasn't in control of my own body, I felt ready to die right then and there. In fact, I think I did...