Discernment

Chapter 20

"A betraying prick? What do you mean, Thomas?" Washington asks. "I mean that asshole traded me to the Zealots. Elliot gave them our supplies, and when him and I went on a supply run, they were just waiting there for me. Joel jumped down from a shelf and pepper sprayed me, followed with knocking me out cold shortly after. And.. Th-That son of a bitch let them kill Hilda! They're preserving her infected head in a fish tank!" I scream. "Where did he go!?" I question loudly.

"H-he just left with Erin, Devan, Marshall, and Jess on a supply run. Whatever you do, don't be irrational, Thomas." Washington says to calm me down. "Irrational? He basically sent me to my death! Where.. The fuck.. Is he?!" I yell. Eddy comes down from the control room and sees me, then begins to sprint over to me. "Thomas, I thought you had died!" He cries. "That doesn't matter right now, where did you send them?" I ask. "S-Stop D.. They're at Stop D.." He mutters. I mumble to myself and rush around the platform looking for a weapon. I then find the weapon pile, which was moved off the train finally. I scramble through it and find a short sword with a black handle with a scabbard holding it. I put the sash around my back with the sword in it and jog up the stairs to the cars, which I had noticed there's four more cars lined up out here.

I get in a truck and begin driving to Stop D, where they said Elliot was. As I was driving, I saw the headless body again and I pulled to the side of the road. I get out of the truck and look at the body, it was Hilda's the two biters that were there before aren't there now. I shake my head and look over her body, pointing out all the bite marks in my mind. There were bite marks on the arms, legs, and a gaping hole in the stomach. I sigh and get back in the truck. "Elliot you piece of shit.. You're going to die.. Mark my words." I mutter.

I continued to drive and I saw a sign leading to a stair case that said, "SUBWAY STOP D". I knew they were around here, and I pull to the side of the road. I looked down the road and I saw two people standing there, one working on a car. I walk up to them and the car gets started. "Elliot, there's someone out here!" Devan says as he peers from the car. Elliot gets out of the car and has my spiked bat in his hand and looks at me. "You need to leave, we have more fire power and people to take you down!" Elliot threatens me. Devan then raises his black powder gun at me. "Devan, put that fucking gun down and get out of my way." I say to him. "T-Thomas? Elliot said you were bitten.. How are you alive?!" Devan says and looks to Elliot. "Because he sent me off to the Zealots! I wasn't fucking bitten!" I explain.

Elliot's looking at Devan, then back to me. He's panicking, and then turns to Devan. Devan then processed what I had said and then raises his gun to Elliot. Elliot looks back at Devan and then kicks him in the chest, where Devan had been stabbed. Devan flies to the ground out of pain and Elliot gets in the car, taking off. Devan gets up, out of breath and holding his wound. He then raises his gun at Elliot driving away and takes a shot. "No! That son of a bitch is my kill!" I yell at him backing up and then jogging for the truck.

When in the truck, I get the sword from the scabbard and ready it. I peel out and fly passed Devan going after Elliot. Elliot's in the distance and I'm gaining on him. I see him scrambling in the car for something, swerving at time to time. He takes us out of the city and on an empty road between fields on either side of us. He then gets stops swerving and sticks his hand out the window and three shots go through my windshield.

This startled me and I nearly swerve off the road, but I regain the balance of the car and then push the gas pedal to the floor and completely fly down the road, tailgating Elliot. "Die you fucking asshole!" I yell and ram the back of his car, making him swerve. He regains balance and I pull up next to him. I look him dead in the eye and drift left, away from him, then coming back and slamming into the side of him, knocking him off the road and down a hill into a dried up wheat field.