Hooray! Another chapter. More zombies to come. Also…I'm looking for a beta! Just PM me.
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Sabina ran on. Her breath came in short pants and her chest burned. She wasn't overweight, but she was in no way fit enough for all this. The road was covered in scorch marks and bits of broken glass. Sabina's shovel felt unwieldy in her hands. Something small darted across the road. Sabina stifled a scream. Didn't want to attract anything…
She walked across the road, following it. Sure, it wasn't the brightest of ideas, but she doubted a zombie could be that small.
The ground sloped away sharply. Sabina picked her way down carefully. It wouldn't do to have a broken leg. The ground was soft. Suddenly Sabina was sliding down the hill. Her hands tore at the ground, trying desperately to slow herself. Her foot got caught in a clump of grass and her head cracked on a rock. She rolled over and over before slamming into a tree. She hurt so much. The sky above was spinning. Sabina tried to focus on the sun. The orb was yellow white and obscured by clouds that lurched sickening as she tried to stand. She lay there trying to control her breathing. It kept hitching. Was she crying? She wasn't sure.
Someone would come. She wasn't the only human left. She couldn't be.
Leaves rustled above her head. What month was it? Nearer summer? Or was it going to be winter soon? Sabina strained to hear a sound-any sound. There was the wind rushing through the trees. Rush, rush. Something big rushed by. A car? Was that a car?
Then Sabina heard the car slow.
Come to me! I'm here. I'm here! Please. Oh, please.
"Don't leave me!" she screamed. "Don't go!"
Footsteps were coming. Please. Oh. Please. Thank God. They crunched through leaves, coming closer. Sabina tried to push herself up again. It was easier this time. Thank you, thank you. Sabina saw who was coming. He had be handsome once. When he was alive. He came closer. Sabina looked for her shovel. She had lost it during the fall. Her hands were pulling her backwards and the smell of rotting meat stung her nose and her eyes burned and at some point she realized she was screaming and her leg was broken. Sabina kept her eyes on him. He was getting closer without moving faster. Something small ran by Sabina and she saw it and ignored it. Desperately she pushed with her un-broken leg to move faster. Her shoe came off and her sock was black with mud.
Pop. Pop. Two shots, fired with a suppressor. His head snapped back. The body crumpled. Sabina kept pushing herself away.
She finally stopped and lay down. She was some cold and wet. Something moved on her left. It jumped on her body. Sabina stared in shock at the corgi sitting on her stomach.
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Jack sat in the mess with Martha and Ben. Hank was watching her from across the room. She ignored him. Alex was more important. She knew that she was starting to boarder on obsession, the way she thought about him…where he was, what he was doing, what he was feeling or thinking or saying.
Ben tensed next to her. Jack looked. Mrs. Jones had entered the room. Martha had told Ben and Jack what had happened when everyone had left the meeting. The three had decided that it was better not to tell John or Helen. They had been through too much.
Mrs. Jones raised her hand for silence.
"We will be leaving in four weeks to rescue a large number of survivors that has come to our attention. They are living in a school outside of London called Brookland Comprehensive. There is a large population of children there. I believe this will be very simple. We owe it to these children to get them to safely."
"She didn't mention the opposing force," whispered Martha.
Jack nodded. She turned back to the front, where Jones was still specking.
"… be taking three buses. We will take twenty people, spread through the buses. Any vouinteers?"
Jack shot to her feet, Ben and Martha on either side. John and Helen also stood. Jack noticed with distaste that Hank also stood.
"Fine." Mrs. Jones said. "Thank you."
She left was quickly as she had come.
Jack huffed and threw herself into her seat.
Ben smiled slightly.
"Why the delay?"
Martha shrugged. "No idea."
Hank coughed. He was standing behind Ben.
Jack glared at him.
"I may know."
"Will you tell me?" She asked. Jack hated playing these games.
"What will I get in return?" He smirked.
"I won't gut you." Ben said. Somehow he had maneuvered himself so he was standing behind Hack, knife pressing into his stomach.
Hank spoke quickly. "The Queen's coming. They want to have a good impression. That's all I know." His bravo was gone.
Ben removed the knife. "Thank you."
Hank spun around and stood nose to nose with Ben. Hank was significantly taller. The bravo was back.
"I'll get you." He snapped. "You just wait. You close your eyes and…" Hank drew his finger across his throat then staked away.
"Great." Martha said. "Very mature."
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Alex adjusted the grip on the sword. It looked short and thick and like it was covered with years of rust.
He was standing in a field. Or what used to be a field. The grass was gone. The ground was packed earth and sand.
"What did you call it?" He asked. It was also very heavy.
"It is a gladius. It is a Roman sword."
Alex looked at Yassen skeptically. Romans? "What's wrong with guns?"
"Guns jam."
"That's it? Scorpia spent years training you and you give all that up because guns jam?"
"Do you know French?" Yassen asked.
Alex had no idea where this came from. "Yes."
"Then you might know what avant garde means."
"Sure." Alex said. He swallowed. "The front guard."
"Exactly." Yassen held up his gladius. "We will be the front lines…"
"Wait!" Alex held up his hands. "Look, I appreciate everything, the food, the protection, it's great. Really. But I need to find someone."
Yassen lowered his gladius.
Alex continued. "I left the house. She told me not to and I left and got hit in the face with a bucket of acid and was dragged to Kent for God's sake. Then the damn Rangers come and take me here like I'm some kind of property."
Alex shrugged. "So…I appreciate all of this." He waved his arm. "But I made a promise, and I indent to keep it."
"I see." Yassen said.
Alex snorted. "No you don't. You don't know anything about promises…"
Yassen's gladius hissed forward and Alex jumped back. Alex's gladius clattered to the ground.
"What the-" Alex shouted. He ducked under the next swing. "What are you playing at?"
"I'm not playing at anything." Yassen snapped. His eyes flashed. "I broke out of a prison, a nice, safe, prison, to come and find you."
Alex froze. "What? Why?"
He jumped out of the gladius way. "Why would you do something stupid like that?"
"To come find you." Yassen hissed. "Because I made a promise."
Yassen looked at Alex's scarred face and saw he had made his point.
"Pick up the shield." Yassen pointed with his sword. It was a rectangle, about six feet, curved at the longer edges back. "That's called a scutum."
Alex hefted it.
"Now," Yassen said. "You will need to deflect the force of a body slamming into that…"
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Again, sorry for the awful quality. I'm doing on a super long hiking trip for the next TWO WEEKS!
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