What Once Was

"Get off of me!" I screamed pushing him away from me with all my might. He kept coming at me, not giving up to get what he believe is his. I looked over at Jacobs motionless body lying in a heap on the ground. George had thrown him head first into the concrete wall, I examined my surroundings, one way out and it was behind George. Grant had left with Lilly when the fire erupted from the basement, not a clue how it started.
"C'mon Vickyy." he slumped towards me, the bite had already been catching up to him. His hair was matted with sweat clinging to the sides of his face, his eyes with red rims and dark bags, his skin paling. "Don't you want me." he smiled with yellowing teeth.
"Stay away from me!" I screamed my voice cracking. He was now in front of me, he reached his arm out and I backed away from his grasp. I held up my trembling hands with the revolver that resembled my fathers. The tears drenched my face I could barely see.
"Victoria," it was a soft, muffled voice.
"Jacob!" I shoved past George who now is slumped over grabbing his waist choking on his own saliva. I fell to my knees by Jacobs side and, examined his body running my hand across his dirt-stained cheek. "Are you okay?" my sobs had me hiccuping in fear. I was being pulled away, the burning sensation in my scalp made me scream, I was kicking my feet trying to get away.
"Get away from her." Jacobs hushed voice as he attempted to get up, only to be brought back down in pain.
"Hah!" he pulled me to my feet by my hair. "I can see why you find her so interesting Jacob. She is your little harlot." trying desperately to get out of his death grip on my scalp, the tears had stopped and the anger filled me, without thinking I spat in his face, and the gun got pulled.