Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ 5: Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Mᴀsᴋs ❪✓❫

32 || 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝗼𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟸𝟸𝚗𝚍, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟽

This morning, again... the four main groups had gone back outside to go find more supplies to create a bigger haul. Before they left, April O'Neil snuck out of her community to meet up with the Bendovian leader, Sam with nothing but a knife-- the only weapon she has.

On the way there, April charged at Walkers with her hand clutching the knife as hard as she could. She jabbed the blade into a lame brain, yanks the blade out, and cried out in anger. This woman was on a rampage, killing whatever was coming onto her path-- killing a significant number of infected without an ounce of fear in her.

The more she killed, the more her anger rose, and so did the number of stains of blood on her clothes. She slit throats, uppercut chests, cracks skulls, and represented herself as a red queen after the blood decorated her forehead and cheeks. It took enough blood to damp her clothes to eventually smell like the Dead around her and allow April to walk freely through small herds and groups of the infected.

She holstered the knife in her belt and made it to the front of the hospital where Sam waited for her. "Ah, April. How's your mornin'?"

April brushed away the crusty, damp, strands of hair from her face. "Pleasant."

"What is it you wanted, darlin'?" Sam asked, his tone calm.

April cleared her throat. "I want to be in control, where my authority will be absolute."

Sam chuckled and shook his head. He gestured for April to follow him inside, and they make it to the main lobby in the hospital. April stopped in her place and trailed bloody shoeprints on the tiled floor. Samuel begins to circle April like how an alpha wolf would. Once he saw the knife in April's belt, he stopped in front of her. "What can you offer me?" He asked.

April smirked at Sam's words, not giving him a warning and smashing her lips against his. The man who is known as a killer, the man that killed April's people is returning the kiss. When she was satisfied with the seductive kiss, Apil saw a dinner plate at the corner of her eyes sitting on one of the lobby tables. She takes a few steps forward, grabbing the spoon on the plate and wiping it off with a partially clean rag she had in her pocket. She walked back to Sam, takes the knife he had sitting on his hip, and took two steps back, standing proud.

O'Neil hovered the tools over her left eye and right away, pulled a ridiculous action. She drove the spoon into her eye socket, screaming as she used the knife and spoon together, hunching over and twisting. Her blood floods her eyes, escaping onto the hospital lobby floor and Sam just watched April give herself an immense amount of pain.

She shrieked some more, letting her vocals echo throughout the hospital, and felt a sharp yank from inside her eye socket. April collapsed when her eye dangled from her face, somehow still able to see out of it. She scooped the remaining flesh from her face and dropped the spoon. It clattered on the floor with chunks of her organ and her dead eye rolled to Sam's show, trailing blood behind it. April panted, whimpered, and wailed before the pain began to settle.

Sam smiled, bending over to his shoe and picking up April's eye, getting her blood on his fingertips. "Deal."

April smiled, bloody tears running down her cheeks like a horror show.

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Leonardo strolled around the community, seeing that many of his people are occupying themselves by sparring, eating, or chatting with each other. He's glad to see that most are being productive instead of sitting around and moping.