Siguro kung hindi ko kasama ngayon si Ella, baka nagtatago na lang ako kung saan. Or worse, baka patay na ko.
"Bianca, what the hell? Bakit ang galing mong gumamit ng baril?" Ella said as she swiftly stab a zombie in the head.
"I can say the same to you, Ella. You can use that knife better." Sinubukan namin na magpalit ng mga dalang gamit. Di ko alam na marunong pala siyang gumamit ng kahit anong klase ng blade.
"Where exactly did you get this, Ella?" Feel ko kasi may tinatago si Ella sa akin. And to think na kakakita pa nga lang namin and 'di ko na siya mapagkatiwalaan. Pero di niya nasagot yung tanong ko dahil may narinig kaming mga putok sa likod namin. In an instant, we ducked.
"What on earth?! Di niyo ba kitang may mga tao dito? May dala kaming mga armas so you would instantly know that we are not like them!" Inis na sigaw ni Ella as we are hearing the loud shots.
Patuloy pa din yung putukan. Dun na ko napuno. Are they just that stupid or are they that deaf?
I started to walk to where they are, and I can see that Ella is doing the same. But before we come up close to them, Ella yanked my arm.
"Ah! What?!" inis na sabi as I rub my arm.
As an answer, ngumuso siya dun sa isa sa nagpapaputok. Titingin na sana ko, nang may biglang sumigaw. yung sigaw na maririndi yung tenga mo. Nakakabwiset.
Isang babae. May kagat sa leeg, sa braso, sa binti. As if she's an apple slowly being eaten and walang ititira kundi ang buto. Wala na rin kaming nagawa at pinanood na lang na makain yung babae. It was a deafening silence. Kahit yung mga bumabaril kanina ay napahinto. But as soon as it started, it was ended by the firing of the guns.Napatay lahat. Pati yung babae. As if naman na mabubuhay pa siya sa dami ng kagat niya. Buti pala malayo-layo kami sa kanya. Blood was spewing everywhere. And as if we care about her.
Yes, we may feel pity, being concerned, and being regretful na may nawala at wala kaming nagawa. But we're talking about survival here. It's either you'll hide. Or fight. Or die.
Bago pa man kami makita ng mga tao- or kung ano man sila we decided na magtago sa malapit na room. We're already worn out, so we decided to take a rest. We sat on the floor, and talked. Though we keep turns sa pagbantay kung may mangyayari pang malala. As if this isn't worse enough. Psh.
"Ella, tapatin mo nga ako... ano bang nangyari?" I kind of whisper shout to her.
Yet she didn't respond. She didn't even budged.
"El-Ella? Is there something wrong?" I asked while touching her. Suddenly her shoulders starts to move up and down. Is she crying?
"Ella tell me what's wrong! Pinapakaba mo ko dito eh! Please, magsalita ka naman." Tears start to flow. Nagtakip siya ng mukha. Then she looked at me. And stared. Ilang minuto kaming nakatitg sa mata ng isa't isa. Di ko na nga alam ang nangyayari sa labas eh. She starts to tilt her head sideways. That's when I notice something on her neck. A wound. Specifically a scratch.
"Bianca, sorry."
