Something Wild

Part II: Chapter Six

Whoa my absolute bad, I meant to update sooner, but this week has been hectic as all hell. So! Without further waiting, here is the next chapter!

I'm gonna post another two after this because I'm behind my schedule and I feel super bad! SO enjoy my lovelies (:

Chapter Six:

The bullets come flying down at us from all around. Most miss, hitting the cement. Val starts weaving on the road, making it more difficult to hit her with a bullet. I copy her tactic, going the opposite way of her. The noise is bound to attract Rotters and whatever else is out here. Maybe dragons. Who the hell knows? All I know is that this amount of noise is going to garner the attention of hundreds if not more of them, and I really don't want to be their meal today.

Up ahead, a truck comes drifting into the middle of the road. Two men stand in the truck bed, guns poised and aimed at us.

"Val!" I scream. There's no point in being silent; there's enough noise already. Why not add to it. I push myself to run fast and grab her arm, yanking her violently to the right.

The truck's engine revs, tires squeal.

"Madison, who are—" Val looks at me in a panic.

"Shut up and run!" She doesn't need to be told twice. Especially when bullets come flying at us again as we barrel down a side street. Moans join the sounds of the bullets and the seriously beefed up truck behind us.

"Come on girlies! Don't play hard to get!" One of the men call out to us. His voice taunting and malicious. My skin crawls at the thought of what they would do to us.

"Val, we need to—" I start to shout.

"I swear on my life, Madison! We are not splitting up!"

"We'd be better off! They can't follow us both!" We turn a corner and Rotters are racing toward us. We're caught in the middle of a deranged and blood thirsty bandits and flesh-eating monsters. Great. Awesome. What a way to go, caught between two evils.

It's like the shittiest game show ever. Door Number One, get holes in my body from teeth of the undead. Door Number Two, get holes in my body from bullets of the bandits. Can I pick Door Number Three? None of the above?

"I'm not leaving you! We are going to get out of this together," Val says skittering to a stop. I'm scanning our surroundings for the best way out. The truck is coming closer. The Rotters are too. There isn't much time.

Think, Madison, think! I turn in circles trying to find a way out. A way away from this Val and Mads shishkabob that is about to happen.

And then I see it, a tiny path between two house. It leads directly to the woods, and we're better off fighting off Rotters than Rotters and bandits. Val has her pistol out and is keeping the Rotters at bay the best she can.

"Together?" I ask her.

"Together," Val repeats her eyes following my line of sight. I grab her hand and pull her will me. I have my machete in front of me, Val has her pistol out ready to cover our backs. We squeeze through the path with ease. The trucks engine roaring behind us, the sound of rapid fire filling the air. Any Rotter or undead in the area will go towards them and hopefully leave us alone.

We pop out of the path into the backyard of a house, a few Rotters linger around. I don't hesitate. I can't. All I'm thinking about is getting us out of this mess. Charging forward I take out the Rotters with ease. Blood splatters and I can hear Val calling my name.

"Madison!" She's facing the path we just came from, her gun raised. I can see it on her face; fear.

"No," I whisper. A man appears between the buildings holding a much larger gun in his hand. He's got a skeevy mustache, and beady eyes. They're roaming up and down Val's body. He licks his lips. I see red.

"I won't shoot if you ladies come with us willingly," He shouts over the sound of the fire fight behind him. My feet move me closer to Val. Her hand is shaking as she holds the gun. "You'll make the boys back at camp very happy..." He smirks. My stomach churns at the thought.

"Like hell we will," I shout back.

"Ooh, feisty, we like them with a little fight to'em, makes it more fun for us," he chuckles darkly. We both frown deeply at him. "You two should smile more, you'd look more delectable that way."

"Take me and let her go," I say without thinking and sheathing my machete. I put my hands up and walk toward him.

"What are you doing?" Val yells at me. I turn my back to the man to respond to her. He grabs me while I'm not looking and pressing his gun to my head.

"Failing to make a deal," the man says. The smell of his breaths put the odor of the Rotters to shame, honestly. I try not to gag. "Come with us, princess, or your friend's brains are gonna be all over the place. The man has his arm crossed over my collarbone, pressing his forearm to my throat, his palm holding firmly to my shoulder. I have my hand on his wrist trying to pull it away to no avail.

"Don't do it, please!" I scream at her. She's looking at me like I'm crazy. Our eyes lock. I tap my finger on his hand, the one holding my shoulder. She squints at me; I know the look.

Are you sure?

I tap his hand again. Val takes a deep breathe, meeting my gaze full on. In a millisecond a lot happens.

I stomp on my assailants' foot with the heel of my boot. It distracts him long enough to lose his guard, but not long enough for him to loosen his grip enough.

Val fires her gun.

The bullet goes through his hand and my shoulder. We both tumble to the ground. His gun falling away. My shoulder hurts like a bitch, but I can't think about it right now despite how much I want to. I reach for his weapon before he can. I place the barrel in his face; he looks up at me like a wild animal caught in a trap.

I tilt my head with a smirk, "you should smile more. You'd look less like a shit head."

And then I pull the trigger. I actually pull the trigger. Valerie comes up behind me and grabs my uninjured arm.

"Madi, we have to go, like now," she begs me.

"I—I shot him..."

"Yes, you did, and he deserved it, but we need to go before more come this way," she says desperately.

"He—he was human, Val," I turn to look at her, his gun falling from my grasp.

"No, he was a different kind of monster. We do what we have to survive, and right now, we need to run to survive. Can you do that for me?" I nod numbly. "Okay, let's go. I've got you, Madison." Val links her hand with mine and tugs me forward carefully until we're running side by side, hand in hand. She has one katana in her empty hand, and I have my machete.

We're a sight for sore eyes as we run through the woods.

Filthy savages. Blood covered predators. Feral beings.

Women born of chaos and something wild.