sentence.
“Can you walk? We have to go. We will try to treat that bite,” I said.
I knew that there was nothing that could be done for the bite, but I didn’t feel like I could leave her there.
“I’m staying here,” she said.
“No, you’re not. You’re coming with us,” I urged.
“I know I’m dead,” she said. “It is only a matter of time now.”
“Listen, we can dose you up on antibiotics in the van and see if that helps,” I told her. “There is a herd of freaks headed towards the van as we speak. We have to get moving!”
I saw a tear in her eye as she turned her head away from me.
“You may be infected but I’m not going to let you die alone,” I said.
I reached down to try and lift her up, and she slapped my face.
“Get away from me!” she screamed.
I realized that the freaks had probably made their way to the van. I didn’t have time for this.
“This is your last chance. Please come with us. We will take care of you,” I said.
She didn’t respond.
We then both heard the sound of a gunshot.
“That’s Jennifer out there,” I said. “She’s fighting to buy us time to get out of here. If you don’t get up right now, she’s as good as dead,” I said firmly.
I quickly slapped her across the face, hard. She looked at me with her eyes even wider.
“Our friend is going to be eaten alive if you don’t stop being a little coward!” I yelled.
“GET UP NOW!”
She finally started to stand up. I grabbed her and we rushed out of the ladies restroom. We headed towards the front entrance of the cafe, but came to a complete stop at what we saw. A young infected woman was walking towards us. Her body looked like it had been riddled with gunshots. One of the blasts, apparently from a shotgun, had produced a giant hole in her abdomen -- so large that we could see light from outside coming through it. Amazingly, her spinal column was still intact, which enabled her to keep walking.
I handed my knife to Katie, picked up a chair, and threw it at the freak. The young infected woman fell to the ground. I then picked up another chair and crushed her skull with it.
“Come on!” I yelled at Katie.
We walked out the door when I saw that the van was being approached in all directions by freaks.
“Stay behind me,” I told Katie. “Hand me the knife. We’re going to have to do this fast.”
We ran up to behind one of the freaks. With a single swing of my large, machete sized knife, I cut its head off. Jennifer saw me through her window. She was out of ammunition.
She looked ahead and hit the gas. The van zoomed forward knocking down two freaks. After driving forward for a short time she circled around towards us. However, there were now about a large number of freaks between us and the van.
I looked back and saw Katie was still with me. She was looking very pale. Her arm was still bleeding, and I didn’t know how much blood she’d lost.
“Just a little bit longer and we will be in the van,” I told her. “Just follow me.”
I continued to kill the freaks, zombies, monsters, or whatever the creatures were that were blocking our path. My knife was dull at this point, but I continued to slash away.
The van was now only a short distance away when I heard a scream from behind me. A freak had grabbed Kat ie and had her on the ground. He was biting into her side. I struck the creature with my blade and it collapsed. However, I was too late.
Blood was pouring out of Katie’s side. She was shaking violently. She was trying to say something, so I quickly knelt down beside her.
“Don’t let me turn, kill me,” she said.
Jennifer honked the horn on the van which alerted me to the fact that more freaks were approaching.
I looked back at Katie. She was a smart and beautiful woman. She deserved better than to turn int o a freak. However, she was still alive, and I couldn’t bear killing her -- especially while she was still alive.
“Do it,” she repeated.
I didn’t have much
“Can you walk? We have to go. We will try to treat that bite,” I said.
I knew that there was nothing that could be done for the bite, but I didn’t feel like I could leave her there.
“I’m staying here,” she said.
“No, you’re not. You’re coming with us,” I urged.
“I know I’m dead,” she said. “It is only a matter of time now.”
“Listen, we can dose you up on antibiotics in the van and see if that helps,” I told her. “There is a herd of freaks headed towards the van as we speak. We have to get moving!”
I saw a tear in her eye as she turned her head away from me.
“You may be infected but I’m not going to let you die alone,” I said.
I reached down to try and lift her up, and she slapped my face.
“Get away from me!” she screamed.
I realized that the freaks had probably made their way to the van. I didn’t have time for this.
“This is your last chance. Please come with us. We will take care of you,” I said.
She didn’t respond.
We then both heard the sound of a gunshot.
“That’s Jennifer out there,” I said. “She’s fighting to buy us time to get out of here. If you don’t get up right now, she’s as good as dead,” I said firmly.
I quickly slapped her across the face, hard. She looked at me with her eyes even wider.
“Our friend is going to be eaten alive if you don’t stop being a little coward!” I yelled.
“GET UP NOW!”
She finally started to stand up. I grabbed her and we rushed out of the ladies restroom. We headed towards the front entrance of the cafe, but came to a complete stop at what we saw. A young infected woman was walking towards us. Her body looked like it had been riddled with gunshots. One of the blasts, apparently from a shotgun, had produced a giant hole in her abdomen -- so large that we could see light from outside coming through it. Amazingly, her spinal column was still intact, which enabled her to keep walking.
I handed my knife to Katie, picked up a chair, and threw it at the freak. The young infected woman fell to the ground. I then picked up another chair and crushed her skull with it.
“Come on!” I yelled at Katie.
We walked out the door when I saw that the van was being approached in all directions by freaks.
“Stay behind me,” I told Katie. “Hand me the knife. We’re going to have to do this fast.”
We ran up to behind one of the freaks. With a single swing of my large, machete sized knife, I cut its head off. Jennifer saw me through her window. She was out of ammunition.
She looked ahead and hit the gas. The van zoomed forward knocking down two freaks. After driving forward for a short time she circled around towards us. However, there were now about a large number of freaks between us and the van.
I looked back and saw Katie was still with me. She was looking very pale. Her arm was still bleeding, and I didn’t know how much blood she’d lost.
“Just a little bit longer and we will be in the van,” I told her. “Just follow me.”
I continued to kill the freaks, zombies, monsters, or whatever the creatures were that were blocking our path. My knife was dull at this point, but I continued to slash away.
The van was now only a short distance away when I heard a scream from behind me. A freak had grabbed Kat ie and had her on the ground. He was biting into her side. I struck the creature with my blade and it collapsed. However, I was too late.
Blood was pouring out of Katie’s side. She was shaking violently. She was trying to say something, so I quickly knelt down beside her.
“Don’t let me turn, kill me,” she said.
Jennifer honked the horn on the van which alerted me to the fact that more freaks were approaching.
I looked back at Katie. She was a smart and beautiful woman. She deserved better than to turn int o a freak. However, she was still alive, and I couldn’t bear killing her -- especially while she was still alive.
“Do it,” she repeated.
I didn’t have much
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