Whatever It Takes: Mutations

Chapter Twenty-Six

Seeking Vengeance

October 4th, 6:53 pm

Current Location: Memphis, TN

Jeremy- Alive, Moderate Injuries
Bryan- Alive, Minor Injuries
Navarez- Alive, Moderate-Major Injuries
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This just keeps getting better. Now that I know that van Zandt is after me and Navarez, I was confused about what to do.

"Get out of there."

Alright, so that's what I'll do then. "Navarez, we need to get out of here, now!"

"Why?!" he called out over the noise.

"The man leading this is after us!" I replied. "We should split up so they won't capture the two of us!".

Navarez clenched his jaw. "Alright. I'll let you lead the way."

I scanned over the battlefield, and as of now, we had a little bit of time to make it to the dining hall, back where Bryan came from. "Let's go!"

Navarez stayed close behind me, and I could tell that even more Raiders were swarming the camp. I knew that if it kept up like this, we might not win this fight. But, if they can't find the two things they're looking for, they probably won't have much of a reason to fight.

We made it to the dining hall in one piece. A few Raiders were cooped up inside, some treating injuries, others simply taking a breather. I looked back at Navarez and nodded my head. He raised the rifle and suddenly shot down everyone in the cafeteria without another question. Within a few seconds, everyone was dead.

We advanced inside the building and stopped to take a breath. Navarez leaned against a table and gripped his side. "Christ, I need some bandages or something. A couple more bullets and I'll be down for the count."

That made me a little uneasy, but I kept my composure. Then, I heard more voices getting closer and soon enough, more Raiders entered the building. Navarez cursed loudly and stood up. At that moment, I knew that he really wasn't in good shape. "Come on, Navarez. We have to be almost done. Stay strong for me, okay?"

He nodded and reloaded the rifle. "I hear you. Same goes for yourself."

They stopped about twenty feet in front of us. I counted at least ten of them, meaning that we probably didn't stand a chance against them. I took a deep breath and raised my gun at them, and they smiled.

"Look at this kid," one of them said. "All by his lonesome."

I turned back to where Navarez once stood, but he was nowhere to be seen. Confused, I decided to go along with it. "Looks like you caught me at a bad time. Sucks for me, I guess."

A taller man twirled a pistol on his index finger. "You guess? Man, just you wait until you meet van Zandt. He'll really admire you. Hell, he already does."

"Why does he, anyway?" I asked. "Like, why me of all people?"

The tall man glanced at a couple of his friends and shrugged. "I figured that you already knew the answer to that. Your military friend knows too much. He's told you things that we can't let you live on."

"What about me?" a voice called out. Navarez stood behind them with his gun aimed right at the back of their heads. "What's all this gossip about? I'd really like to know these things, man."

The Raiders turned around and aimed their guns right back at him. "That's him!"

"Jeremy, now!"

I fired right at the back of their heads, and Navarez returned the favor. We fired until the last one finally dropped. The two of us stood there panting until Navarez dropped his gun and fell to his knees with one hand on the ground, the other gripping his right side. He was breathing as if he was slowly getting cut with a knife.