Despair

Despair | Chapter 11

We headed toward the gas chambers, our footsteps echoing in the dark abandoned hallways.

After a few twists and turns in the loney hallways, I'd stopped fighting and given up, saving my strength for the right time.

Eventually, we reached the so-called "gas chamber," which turned out to be the English classroom. It looked about the same as before, except the empty space in the middle in which all the desks had been cleared.

It was cold. I shivered.

"This is where you die." The guard told me, grinning wickedly. There was a dark light shining from his eyes, dulled yet still malicious and blood-chilling.

"Hey. Help me push him in, Elizabeth. " The guard ordered the second guard, who was hidden from sight in the darkness.

"You do it. I need to keep my rifle trained on him." A voice, probably Elizabeth responded back.

"Fine. You're not gonna have any credits."

Using the moment, I yanked a arm out of his grip, swinging my hand around in a fist. My fist connected with its target; The guard's grip loosened and I immediately pulled my other hand free.

Bullets ripped though the air, glazing my shirt as pain exploded deep within my chest. I jumped on top of him, pinning both of his arms and legs down as I rained fists down on his face. I tried to block out my own pain as I hit him repeatedly.

Blood rushed out of his nose, leaving streaks of dark red, staining his shirt and face.

Having him weakened, I pulled him up, right towards the gun that was still blazing at us and sending shells in random directions.

The bullets flew towards me and hit another thing instead.

Blood leaked and dribbled from the holes in his shirt, and life slowly drained away from his pale face. He groaned, and shifted around in my hands.

"Sorry!" Elizabeth shouted, as if she couldn't see in the darkness.

I dropped him and went down. The room had darkened; I could make up a few shards of the now-shattered glass bulb lying on the floor and picked one up to use as my weapon. I ran towards Elizabeth's direction before slicing the glass across her leg, making a small cut.

Elizabeth screamed and fell, dropping the rifle as it landed with a clang.

I picked the rifle up, then pointed it at the fallen guard. "No sudden movements, or the gun shoots." I warned, backing up. "Now put your hands up where I can see them, slow."

Elizabeth did so, slowly standing up with her hands raised.

"You're gonna lead me to the jail." I ordered, making room to the doorway.

She slowly headed toward door, heading down the hallway, turning left, or right down the cracked filled forgotten hallways.

I followed behind, pushing the gun forward every once in a while for her to go faster.

Elizabeth stopped, and pointed at a trapdoor. "The jail's right down there."

Tap, tap, tap. The sounds filled the hallways, sounding like a large number going down the dark hallways.

I looked around, trying to find the sound source. A flash of green caught my eye, and I quickly twisted around, gun still pointed at Elizabeth.

Marching down the hallways were a group of guards, patrolling the stall hallways with zombies surrounding them.

They looked at me, and raised their guns, pointed straight at me, fingers hovering over the trigger.