Flesh Eaters

Gunshots

Chapter 28 - Gunshots

*Murphy's POV*

"Ahh, I just love to see the disappointment that fills the underdogs eyes just as they realize they've lost," Simon says as he steps forward. A sly grin plastered on his face.

That grins what begins to drive me over the edge. "Mind tellin' me what kinda paint ya' huffed today," I say as I adjust my stance, "Cause I wanna stay as far away from it as possible after seein' what it did ta' you."

The corner of his mouth twitches slightly but the grin remains. "Very well Murphy," he says as he turns his back to me. "We'll play it your way."

My eyes drift away from him and down to the axe in Grey's hand. She has a loose grip on it as she watches Simon's
every move. I hear something creak open and glance back up. Simon kneels in between Matt and Zoey. He sifts through the rusted silver medical knifes that fill the black tool box.

My mind races as I weigh the possible outcomes. I could just wait see how this plays out, but then it might be to late to save anyone. I could continue smart talking to him, but then I might just end up dead. Again my eyes drift down to the axe in Grey's hand. The sharp blade glints in the dim light.

I feel an elbow bump me and glance back. Baird stands behind me staring straight ahead. He glances down at the axe then nods towards Simon. "Go for it," he whispers just loud enough for me to hear.

I nod once and look at Simon again. He still sorts through the medical knives, unaware. I let out a slow, quiet sigh and flex my hands; silently preparing myself.

I flex my hands once more before I grab the axe from Grey. Everything seems to slow as I step forward. Pain from the stab wounds bolts up my leg but the adrenaline coursing through me blocks it. As I begin to raise the axe above my head I hear a women's frightened voice call out to Simon.

He turns and his eyes widen when he sees me beginning to bring the axe down. At the last second he jumps to the side, slamming into Matt. The axe's blade buries itself into the ground with a heavy thud.

Not wasting a second I reaf the axe free as Simon struggles to untangle himself from Matt. "DON'T FUCKIN' MOVE," I shout when I see him attempting to crawl away. I raise the axe again as Simon holds his arms up in front of himself as some sort of shield. Just as I start to bring the axe back down Haile crashes into me, shoving me to the ground.

Pain rips through me causing me to gasp. I grab my stomach wound as I slowly raise to me feet. The fall caused the axe to slip from my hands mid-swing. I now find the blade buried in the ground inches away from Simon's leg. Before I can stop him he reaches for the wooden handle.

"STOP," a voice shouts.

All heads snap in the voices direction and find Aaron. He aims a Glock at Simon. His finger rests lightly on the trigger, ready to fire.

"Don't move," he commands, "Murphy get the axe," he says, hands slightly shaking as he aims the gun.

I do as he says, no need to let the wolf keep his teeth. I watch Simon as I yank the axe free from the half frozen ground. He stares back at me with his cold eyes. As I begin to turn away he jumps forward and grabs ahold of my wrist.

And the gun fires.

It happened so fast that at first I don't even realize what happened. I feel the intense pain radiating through my shoulder and see my blood spatter onto Simon who lets go and flinches away from me. I gasp in shock and hear Grey scream.

The combination of the pain and shock causes me to fall forward on to my knees. I grab the bleeding wound on my right shoulder as Grey races over.

"Murphy! Oh god," she says as her hands hover over me; panic and fear thick in her voice "What do I do! J-just tell me, I'll help you!"