I whip my head around. Mark is standing there, holding a long kitchen knife.
Jack is facing him, his hands up defensively.
"I can't let you leave. Now that you've figured us out." He gestures to the terrible sight before us.
I see him move closer to Jack and act on instinct.
"Jack!" I shriek and spring off of the ground.
I run and shove Jack out of Mark's range, putting me there instead. Mark pins me against the wall, putting his knife right in front of my neck.
Jack gets off the ground and starts towards us, but gets hit with a hurtling person. The old woman.
She is on top of him. On hand over his mouth and the other holding a pocket knife. Her knees are on his wrists, making it so he can throw her off.
"Jack!" I screech again and try to kick Mark. He's so strong!
Jack is bucking like a bull, trying to get her off.
Mark covers my mouth and tilts my head up, exposing my neck even further. He is about to decapitate me, but I kick him hard. Where it counts.
He collapses and on the way down, drags his knife down my side. It's not that deep. But it hurts more than anything I have ever felt before.
I glance down at it, blood oozes out of my fresh cut. My one lavender sweatshirt in now half dark red. I glance at Jack, who is now crying and fiercely fighting the woman, before I fall to the ground and lose consciousness.
…
Jack's Point of view
I watch Ivy crumble to the ground, her side ripped to shreds but Mark's knife.
I start to fight hard. I need to get to her. Tears run down my face. I have never felt so much blind terror before in my life.
I hear the basement door open just and I manage to wriggle my left hand free of the old woman's knee.
I grab the pocket knife from her hand and kick her off of me.
"Wha- Ivy!" I hear her dad from the stairs. I turn and see everyone standing there, taking in the mess.
"Ivy!" I scream as well, running to her.
But, before I can reach her, Mark shoves me to the ground, and tries to stab me with his knife, covered in Ivy's blood. It misses me by inches.
I make a noise that is a cross between a dying seal and a sob.
Before I can scream again, Ivy's dad tackles Mark. They are both pretty big guys, so this was a fair fight. One that would go on for a while, and buy me some time.
I quickly scramble off the ground and rush to Ivy's aid.
"Oh my God." I sob, staring at the huge gash in her side.
"Jack, wrap this around her. Tie it tight." I turn and see Hazel there, handing me a long sweater.
I nod, my mouth dry. I quickly take the sweater and wrap it around her torso, tieing it as tight as I can to stop the bleeding.
My eyes are blurred with tears and when I turn around I can vaguely see Ivy's dad dodging Mark's knife, and Eli's dad trying to get everything under control.
"Here!" I yell and throw Ivy's dad the pocketknife I had stolen from the old woman.
He catches it with no hesitation and I turn back to Ivy.
I see the sweater getting redder and redder by the second, as Ivy gets paler and paler.
"Everyone upstairs! We need to leave right now!" I scream.
I turn back and see the worst thing possible. All of those people in the basement? The ones we thought were dead? They are getting off the floor. They are Walkers.
"What the-" I yell. We can't win. We don't have our best shooter. We don't even have our guns…
Bam! Bam! A gun goes off from the stairs. I wrench my head around and see Tyler holding five guns, shooting Walkers with one.
He keeps hitting them. Perfectly.
"Ty-" I start but he throws a gun. I catch it.
"Start shooting!" He screams, throwing guns to people. This kid can really be grown up when he needs to be.
I shoot as many Walkers as possible, while making sure that Hazel presses onto Ivy's wound constantly.
I try my hardest to guard the girls while the chaos around me unfolds.
In a flash, all of the Walkers are wiped, and everyone is upstairs raiding their things. Eli's dad and Ivy's dad are tying Mark and the old woman to the wall with chains.
"Go upstairs Hazel." I mutter and she scrambles off the ground and hurries upstairs, obviously trying not to cry.
Eli's dad and Ivy's dad look lethal, holding knifes against the old woman and Mark's necks.
"Let them live. Leave them here. Being killed right now would be letting them off too easily." I say flatly, all my anger had fizzled into sadness.
"Let's go." Ivy's dad says, nodding.
I'm so sorry it took me so long to post! I said I would post this days ago! I've been drawing a lot lately, taking a break from my book which I worked on for over a year nonstop.
Happy reading!