Last Dawn of a Horde

Chapter Eight: The Cure ~3 John

~John~

            “The hell is that!” Jules screeched, almost dropping the gray bombs. The scythe felt hot in my hands, but I didn’t dare to drop it. “I am not going.”

            He looked that he didn’t know where to put the three balls.

            Then all of a sudden, I almost jumped to my feet when Stella yelled, “Sophie is infected!”

            “Shit,” muttered James, grasping Zeus’ Bolt tighter. I can feel electrifying power.

            “Will we kill her with this, James?” I asked my friend sarcastically.

            I forgot Jet was just behind me. “What? No! You’re crazy! She’ll not attack us, swear,” Geno mumbled.

            Jules got to his feet, and sheathed his sword. He went to Bridge, and they quickly closed the three chests. I know I should ask the guy first if these doomsday artifacts are failure-free, but I didn’t mind it for the first time. No more time to lose.

            We dart back through where we came from, and found my classmates on the elevator pod holding and restraining a thrashing girl. From the distance, I saw her left leg was the site of infection. What infected her really wonders me, but her injury wasn’t that as gaping like the zombies do.

            “Help here please!” Prince yells. He takes out papers from his pockets and dabs it on Sophie’s leg while three more girls hold her. She was shaking terribly, as if she was experiencing being burned from inside.

            The sight was awful.

            I’ve known her for years, and…damn. She was smart enough to outdo things, and it kind of gets me pissed to see her infected. No, I don’t want to kill her. No matter how warm the scythe burns in my palm.

            James looked like he was approving to me. He wasn’t raising his weapon. If he means not to blast the whole place of for Sophie’s situation, I don’t know. He was one of the persons here I know that really cared for the others, no matter how snobbish they were.

            I suddenly hear James say, “She’s like Andrea.”

            We’ve been through a lot together now. It feels so good to hear and say that. But decisions like these are so hard to make. Harder than any Physics test I’ve ever seen.

            The other girls were crying. Sophie was uttering a shrill voice, but I swear I recognize sanity in her voice, like she wasn’t a zombie yet. Or was I too evil for that thought?

            Her eyes were still clear and functioning, but when I should hear words coming out of her mouth, I hear moans.

            “John, what are we going to do?” James asked me.

            The others were pleading. Geno, Adrian, Perry, and Jimmy were unresponsive.

            Then they all looked at me like I was about to do the biggest decision of my life. Bridge Carson steps closer to me, as if waiting for me to say something.   

            “Fine,” I barely said, the words escaping my lips. “We’ll go to that antidote.”

            I drive for about seventy miles per hour. That speed got me, James, and Bridge almost banging our heads on the dashboard once we go for a sharp turn. Carson takes care of directions.