AN: Sorry for no update - and terrible title, I know. This is a slow chapter - but next one will make up for it ;P
| Riley POV - Street a few miles northeast of Factory, with John and Darren, went to scavenge whatever supplies could be found - 3 days after meeting De |
"So you think there's any chance we could win against his fifteen men?" Darren looked at me and John.
"I don't know, I hope." John sighed. "Riley, what do you say?"
"We will, we have to, for Tiffany." I clenched my fists. "Dante will pay for what he has done to her, I will make him."
"Ever since you two started dating, you've been way more protective of her." John raised an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah, well, I love her, can you blame me?" I chuckled, cheeks starting to burn.
"Puppy Love." John chuckled.
"Shut up, leave him alone." Darren scowled at John.
"I'm just sayin- Oh look!" John pointed, we saw a house with a few Infected scattered around it.
"What?" I looked at him.
"Let's look for supplies there, it's overrun so no one else probably cleared it out." John smiled.
"By that logic, half the world should be littered with supplies." I mumbled.
"It's worth a shot, Riley." Darren looked at me.
"Fine, whatever." I scoffed.
I unsheathed my pocket knife out of it's hilt, and gripped the handle, I looked at Darren, who cocked his pistol, and John, who took out his own Pocket knife.
"Stay together, Don't separate." I hissed at my partners.
"Deal." John whispered back.
We approached the house and an Infected with a missing ear lunged at us, I kicked it in the gut, causing it to fall back, and I lunged the knife downward into it's forehead.
"John behind you!" I called, as an Infected with half of it's face torn off, reached for John and he ducked under it's hands, stabbing it repeatedly through the side of the head.
"I got this one!" Darren called as he fired a single bullet into one's head, then another, and another.
"Conserve the ammo! We need them for Dante!" I swung my knife into the final one's head.
"Let's check it out!" John called as he ran in without a second word.
"Wait!" I called, as me and Darren followed him.
We found him stopped by a door, staring into the room awestruck.
"What...?" I looked in.
What I saw, made me want to puke up my guts. A pile of bodies, skin burnt off, showing only bone. Blood splattering the walls. The smell here was worst than any smell I had ever smelt before, even the Infected didn't stack up to this - this horror... The smell made me barely able to not puke.
Darren wasn't so lucky. He turned away and puked on the wall.
"What happened..." John breathed.
"Isn't it obvious? The people outside - the ones we killed, tried to make a stand here. They got overrun." I looked down.
"Let's go back, their gonna start to worry about us." John began walking out.
"Yeah..." Me and Darren followed him.
| Dante POV - His camp |
If Tiffany had never left me, maybe she and all those - those pathetic, weak people would have survived, at least a while longer. Now, cause of her, I have to kill her AND them.
"Sir, the car's are ready for attack." My man, Jonathan entered.
"De in one of them?" I looked at Jonathan.
"Yes sir, why?" Jonathan looked at me, confused.
"I need him for the attack, he's tough - a good soldier." I smirked.
Truth be told, I don't trust him here alone, no telling what he's capable of. I don't trust him much more than I can throw him - sounds cliche I know, but true nonetheless.
"Okay we attack at break of dawn tomorrow, no later. Okay?" I looked at Jonathan.
"Yes sir." He left to tell the rest of the soldiers.
| Riley POV - Back at the factory |
"Riley, we can't stay here - when Dante comes, he will slaughter us, without any hesitation..." Valerie pleaded with me to let us leave.
"We can't he'll just find us again. And where would we go anyway? This place blessed us." I looked at her.
"Not if we head to the coast like we originally planned." Lauren looked at me, from where she was with Krystal, and Darren.
"We aren't cowards, we stand and fight." I spat out. "It's done, no more discussion."
"Riley... Listen to them, their right, we can't beat Dante." Even John was pleading with me now.
"We can't run, it's too late." I looked down, and walked away.
To be truthful, the reason I want to stay and fight, is to see this bastard die. He hurt Tiff, both physically and emotionally, and for that, he has to pay. He's gotta.
When the attack comes, we will be ready, and we will win, I'm sure of it.
