The Newcomers

Chapter 9 THE BATTLE

Thomas, Minho, Ian, Gina, Isaac, Brenda, and Jorge all hefted their spears and started running after Frypan. Olivia was close behind, arrow nocked. When they reached the clearing of their camp, Survivors were running and taking cover, except for three. Aaron, Alex, and Evan were swinging whatever they could find at the Hunters's faces. Alex had a board with a nail in it, furiously beating up the Hunter he was holding back. Aaron was jabbing his Hunter in the face with a long, pointy stick, every so often poking it in one of it's mechanical eyes, which made it die off a little, then keep biting. Evan was holding an axe, ferociously hacking away at his mechanical beast. Thomas charged. He decided to back up Alex since he was struggling. As soon as Alex fell back, Thomas and Ian rammed their spears into the botton Of the Hunter's neck, killing it instantly. He saw Aaron's Hunter back up, but what he saw next was worse. The Hunter shot one of the pain-spikes out of it's gun barrel and it slammed into Aaron's arm. He fell, writhing in agony. This made Thomas hate WICKED even more. He screamed, raised his spear, and repeated the process of ramming into the Hunter. It fell.
"DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO HELP WOUNDS LIKE THIS?!" Thomas yelled over the commotion. Aaron needed help. Urgently.
"I DO!" Screamed Gina. She couldn't get there fast enough. Aaron blacked out. The last few Hunters were going down quick, though. He saw one get shot in the face with an arrow from Olivia's bow. He saw Ian, Minho, Gina, and Isaac team up on one. However, Thomas realized he was being an idiot. He was a sitting duck, just standing there. Sure enough, he felt the impact of a pain-spike slam into his chest. He screamed. That was the last thing he remembered. Then he blacked out.