The Dark Side

Chapter 31 - A Tough Battle

"Shit! God damn it!" I shout and drop the useless gun after repeatedly trying to reload it. As I do so the I9 staggers towards me. The dagger in the back of it's knee sliced deeper and deeper with every movement.

I look around to find something to use and conveniently, a rusted pole sits just a few metres away from where I currently stand.

I glance back at the zombie with my dagger and back at the pole. The zombie is still pretty fast and it's not too far away from me. I still have a chance to get my dagger back from the creature. I just can't lose it though. I need that dagger, it's the last weapon I have now.

I rush towards the rusted metal pole that lies on the ground, shining barely from the moonlight. I dodge Stranglers and shove past groaning zombies. The raging flames get hotter and hotter it seems. In just a few minutes this entire place will have been engulfed by the fire.

In one quick moment I have it in my hand and swing it behind me. It slams against the following I9. It collapses against the ground face first.

I rip my dagger out of it's knee, causing blood to spurt out of the wound. It's blood covers the blade of my dagger. I grimace at the gooey substance.

Suddenly, I hear someone yell either in pain, or for help. I quickly glance over in the direction of the voice. I'm filled with fear when I see my father being attacked by an I9. He has no weapon, as he must've run out of bullets in the shotgun and the machete could've been dropped from how the I9's throw themselves at people to knock them down and kill them.

Before I can even take a step towards Zachary to help him something else catches my eye.

I see Drew being beat up by two Stranglers. One of them holds him so he can't move, whilst the other seems to speak to him, before punching him once or twice.

I glance between the two, but already I quickly run through the Horde of zombies towards Drew to help him. I have enough time. I reassure myself.

I've almost reached him when Drew begins to struggle. He tries to pull his arms out of the thug's iron grip to send a punch for the Strangler in front of him. The Strangler seems to laugh and mock him, before kneeing him in the stomach. Drew seems like he's a little winded and hangs his head for a couple seconds, before turning his head back up.

Before the Strangler can hurt him anymore, I strengthen my grip on the metal pole in my right hand. Just before I take a swing at the Strangler, Drew notices me and says something to the Strangler. Although, I couldn't seem to hear what he said over the groaning of hundreds of zombies, the firing of guns, and the sounds of the IX destroying everything and everyone. I finally slam the metal pole against the Strangler's head, knocking him out. I guess I'll leave him for an I9 to take care of whilst he's unconscious.

Drew pulls out of the Strangler's tough grip while he's a little shocked at the situation, considering his 'friend' has just been knocked out in front of him. With one swift punch, Drew takes him out. He looks over at me, "Thanks." He says quickly, before picking up his dagger a little ways away. I nod and quickly run towards where my father was being attacked by the I9.

I have time. I reassure myself while I rush over. I have to have time. I need to- My thoughts are interrupted when something slams against my side. Of course I had to get hit in my injured side.

I cry out in pain and clutch my side. Somebody grabs my arms and locks them in place in an iron grip, stopping me from caressing the pain in my side. I try to kick whoever it is, but they have a tough hold on my legs too. I yell out, before something touches my injured side. "So, you did survive." Somebody muses, "All this time."