(Previous comment also applies here.)
Chapter 4: Departure
We grabbed our things, packing up. Though, even together, we didn't have that many things to pack.
I set my hammer into my belt, keeping the small pipe in my hand. Stick girl picked up her walking stick, before walking to the door.
We walked for hours, Stick girl in the lead, because she seemed to know what she was doing. When we came across a pack on infected, she destroyed them with ease. When we came to a street corner, she always seemed to know which way to go. She led on kindly, yet often said something just to ge me to argue with her. To talk with her.
To not dwell on the past.
We had gone through many topics by the time night started to fall, and as soon as it did, we stopped talking. I was walking next to her now, my pipe in my left hand, my hammer in my right. She had said earlier that she had heard Infected were more prone to attack at night.
I didn't want to be able to confirm such a theory.
We had just turned a new corner, when a shriek pierced the air. We both winced, from the high pitched noise. The noise ran past me, and I tried to swipe, missing. As the screaming thing ran away, the sound was replaced with a new sound:
The sound of groaning Infected.
Stick girl and I stood back to back, waiting for the Horde. They came in a bigger group then I had even thought of. We carved through them, blood covering my skirt, leggings, and white shirt. I didn't care that my school uniform was getting ripped, torn, bloodied. I just wanted to not die.
We were fighting the groups off pretty well, even though half way through, I started having to just run on adrenalin. Just after a huge wave of Infected hit us, I heard a yell, as something pounced on Stick girl, shoving me back at the same time.
The same thing that had to have attacked me in my dream.
Stick girl started screaming, and I tried to get back to her. I just kept getting pushed into the wall, unable to do anything but attack the endless wall of Infected.
I heard a sudden thump, and saw an Infected go flying. Just as I was unable to fight any more, a blunt object tore through the packed group of Infected: A baseball bat.
I collapsed to the ground, as the bat dispatched all the Infected around. I heard Stick girl get to her feet, and then saw as she and a boy walked over to me. I could tell he was a bit taller then me, but I couldn't see anything else in the darkness. He held out a hand, and helped me up. "This way." He spoke, walking off.
Zero and I stared at each other, before following him.
This was the first time this boy saved our lives.
It wasn't even close to the last.
