Down Come Seven (ReWrite 2018)

PRIZE

Touching reunion aside.

We were still boned.

"By the way!" I pulled back from the man panicking beneath me. "We should start running."

One less zombie rare solves one's overall zombie problem, and that was true for me and Mr Nervous.

Who, given a bit of personal space, finally had a chance to notice our surroundings.

And how it was all getting worse by the second. Not only were the zombies reanimating, but a forceful wind was picking up. Stirring the beads.

"W-what...?!" He tried to ask.

"Don't worry Mr Nervous!" I jumped to my feet, reaching down to yank the slim man to his feet. "I'm not gonna let you die within the first five minutes. Not this time!"

"It wasn't five minutes!" He protested, indignantly trying to pry my hand off his arm.

"It was in stupid time." I argued, quickly pulling him along behind me.

Past the nearly reformed zombies that would be after us within the next ten seconds.

"Stupid time?" Mr Nervous asked.

"....wow dude." I slowed, glancing back at him. "You're not gonna get any of my references. That's how quickly you died."

"I'm still waiting for an explanation!"

"It's a long story..." Behind Mr Nervous one of the figures started stumbling after us. "...Buuuut I'm sure we've got time for it."

I tugged the nervous man into a run, explaining all the while.

"...So we went through all the tests and most everyone died one way or another and I turned out to be evil..."

"What?!"

"...You say 'What' a lot Mister."

"Y-you? Are evil?!"

"Meh. It's all in the past." I shrugged off his concern. "The distant past."

His next attempt to call bull was interrupted by the Witch's high pitch screech. The sound echoed around the room, throbbing with power.

"AND WHAT IS THAT?!"

"You remember that cute little girl from earlier?"

"C-cute is not the word I would use."

"Yes well, the thing is... I told her no."

We came to a stop at the top of a bead dune. By now, the wind had turned into a maelstrom. A vortex of air and beads.

"And now we're doomed."

"....That is quite the escalation.

"Yep."

"And y-you're going to s-stop her... how?"

"Still working on that part."

"................n-no offence. But next time, j-just don't bother reviving m-"

His arm was suddenly yanked out my hold. I spun to see Mr Nervous trying to fight the Celebrity off.

"A l-little help?!" Mr Nervous cried.

"On it!" I shouted, front kicking the Celebrity in the chest and sending her falling to the ground.

We stood there, panting.

"The key is to not hesitate." I held up a thumbs up. "Not even a little bit."

"...k-knew you w-were c-crazy...the first s-second I saw y-you..."