Despair

Despair | Chapter 17

As he lay dying on the floor, blood oozing out of the wound in his head, Jax murmured his final words: "Kill... kill James."

A heavy silence hung in the air as we gazed at his dying form on the ground. There was nothing we could do. When he was gone at last, we wrapped Jax up, and rolled him in the corner ("Rest in peace," we murmured), then went off to find James.

We didn't speak for a long time.

Then when they came, Mason was the first one to spot the guards.

I hid behind a wall, and the others followed my example. We waited patiently until the guards crossed the hallway—then we opened fire.

Sophie continued down the hallway, waiting at a corner. I'd done this so many times by now that my heart, hammering in my chest, was barely noticeable. Sophie nodded at Mason, who passed her a grenade from his belt.

She yanked the top off, then chucked it down the hallway.

We hit the ground, bracing for cover.

The grenade exploded, and by the sound of it taking out a couple of zombie. I coughed subtly before getting back on my feet—we continued. It seemed as if we were killing mindlessly, but it was necessary. 

I guarded the back of the group, but even with all of our efforts, the zombies began to overtake us. There was just too many of them. Mason could only fight a few with his flamethrower, which was then taken from his hands.. The rocket launcher.

I suddenly remembered, snapping my pistols onto my belt and pulling out my launcher. Stress came; my heart danced in my ribcage as I saw: There was only one rocket.

It took me only a second to aim at the large group of zombies—because time was precious, ticking away every second.

The rocket sailed into the air, and I held my breath.

When it hit the group, nothing happened.

Nothing. My heart pounded as sweat poured down my face.

This was it. It was over. The end had arrived, at last; we were overpowered.

That's when the grenades rained down.