Despair

Despair | Chapter 20

"Hello," James told us, his voice casual. "Lovely day, isn't it?"

I glared at him. "Shut up, James."

James turned around and strolled back to his chair. "I'm good. You can, though. I am very tired of your voice." I glanced at Sterling and made a cutting motion at the rope.

He nodded, and pulled out his knife, and begun sawing.

"So, James. Why did you choose this place?" I asked.

James looked at me suspiciously. "Why would you want to know?"

I turned to Sterling. He nodded, then removed the cut cargo net from his body.

Mason looked at us. To my annoyance, he didn't bother to keep his voice as he spoke: "All that work? Guys. You can just remove it naturally. Nothing's holding it down." Mason stood and tossed the cargo net away.

James rose. "Put the net back on."

"No," Mason told him. "You idiot." James snarled and pointed at us, gesturing at his guards. "Get them. Now!"

The zombies surged forward, with grunts. I drew my knife.

Sterling felt his back and unsheathed his sword. The wicked tip gleamed in the dim light. 

In response, James drew his pure white pistol with frightening speed. There was a sudden shine to his brown eyes, which were turning midnight black with anger.

My heart pounded.

This was it.

I chucked my knife at the closest zombie as Sterling took a chop as well. My knife bounced off the armour and planted itself in the ground; the zombie looked at me with dark eyes and growled. I got the urge to facepalm.

Sophie, whose arm had began to heal, fired a full magazine of bullets at the armour, finally taking out a zombie. The five of us had formed a circle, our backs put together. I felt as safe as you could feel when surrounded by numerous zombies and their King.

I pulled out my two pistols and shot at James.

He dived behind a wall, which deflected the bullets. James fired a shot in return, hitting my shoe. Before James could cover himself, Abigail shot him in the arm, but to no avail. The bullet bounced off of his armour.

I fired at the zombies. The four smacked into the zombie's chest, finally piercing the bulletproof armour.

I turned to another zombie. His midnight-black knife flipped through the air, heading towards me.

The knife landed at my feet in a rather anti-climatic fashion.

Another group of guards landed.

We were overpowered.

In the wrinkled faces of the zombies, I could make out the familiar features of the sixth-graders who used to go to school here. Suddenly names popped up. Michael. Jennifer. Christopher.

How could I kill them?

They were innocent. I turned to the group. "Go for the gap!"

Sterling quickly headed for it, holding Sophie tightly. He lashed out at any zombies who got too close. The rest of us followed at their heels and together we bursted into the hallways.

And we ran.