Genesis 2.0 (Monster Apocalypse Survival) Sci-Fi/DarkFan/Horror

Chapter twenty

I haven’t seen so many undead since the beginning of Hell’s reign on earth.

They’re everywhere: an undulating sea of rotting corpses spilling out from the side streets, others pressing their puss-engorged, bloated bodies against the dingy glass shop windows.

Something falls from the sky - blood and other gore splattering the sidewalk when it lands in a gushy pile a few feet from us. 

Tilting my head back, my eyes widen at the zombies littering the edges of the rooftops. Once the first one leaps to its final demise, more follow and before I can blink, Aeriel grabs me by the back of my shirt and hauls me back the way we’d come.

“Clear a path,” Aeriel shouts to Daniel as he charges ahead of us.

Brandishing his sword, he swings it in a wide arc, cutting down rotten bodies, the more solid parts dropping onto the sidewalks on either side us.

Aeriel shoves me ahead of her, effectively sandwiching me between the two war angels as they set about slicing and dicing.

Soon the pavement was so slick with blood and other nasty liquids that the three of us were having a hard time staying upright. As if on cue, my feet slides out from underneath me and I land face-first in the blackish muck.  I instantly gag; the smell is horrendous.  Drawing my knees up, I push off the ground, only to be thrown down once again when something heavy slams into my back.

“That’s it.” Sensing my extreme desire, Ember materializes in my right hand. I bring my hand – sword and all – underneath my chest, tucking the blade so that I don’t accidentally impale myself, and roll to the right, throwing whatever the hell was on my back off in the process.

Shoving up off the ground, I grab the sword’s hilt in a two-handed grip and start swinging like she was a Louisville Slugger.

“No!” Daniel and Aeriel scream in unison when they notice what I’m doing. But, it’s too late. I’m overcome with the need to reap as many souls as possible. They need to be freed of the corpses that tether them to this world. They can’t move on while they’re anchored in such a cruel fashion.

I feel Ember warm in my grasp and know she agrees with me. I lunge and thrust the blade into the mass of bodies before me and then swing to the right, gasping when the blade slides through the line of dead like a flame through wax. Whipping it back along the same path, only backwards, I manage to knock most of the chucky bits from the blade. But before I wind up and swing the other way, someone hauls me backward, off the street, across the littered sidewalk, through a shadowy doorway and onto the dust-covered floor.

My breath whooshes out when I land on my back, all the oxygen pushed from me and I flounder like a fish out of water.

Daniel drags a large, wooden cabinet in front of the now closed door, effectively blocking it for the time being. The walls vibrate as more and more zombies pile against it; each desperately trying to destroy the obstacle blocking their prey. 

“We can’t stay here,” I protest and move to get back on my feet. Daniel turns from the door, shares a knowing look with Aeriel and then he pounces.

Right on top of me.

Our bodies are pressed against each other as tightly as humanly possible without being in the same clothes. 

“Not that I’m complaining,” I mutter against his the crook of his neck. “But, what are you doing?”

He pulls back, just enough for his dark eyes to glare into mine and for a moment, I honestly think he’s going to kiss me. He flashes a brief smile and then clears his throat.

“Remember the last time you used Ember?”

“Um, yes.”

And it hit me like a thunderbolt from Zeus.

The explosion as the soul burst from the decrepit body; the ring of energy the sword emitted as it absorbed the soul. The intensity and radius of the blast had been enough to level a city block. And we were seeking refuge inside a small building which was part of a city block.

And I’d just stabbed more than one zombie.

“Hang on to your donkey,” Aeriel shouted from where she threw herself down beside us, her golden-covered arms forming a shield atop all three of our heads.

A/N: What's going to happen to Andrea and the angels?

Where did Ember go?

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