A rainfall of horror dampened the minds of everyone in the van – ironically it was raining, causing a lack in the distance of sight. It only took seconds for everyone to get out of the van, each one of us peering around searching for the first Ukref. To my right Blaine took one final look at Alice, I could have only guessed he mouthed "Goodbye" for the final time. With each of us all holding a weapon in our hand, we all knew this fight wasn't going to be easy, some of even considered that this would be our final moments of life.
"Where are they!?" Questioned Will – who was turning frantically left and right to prepare for the unexpected. In the mists of the pathetic fallacy rain, groans of the dead towered above the sound of the rain pattering and splashing all around us. We knew what was coming, we knew our fates were distinguished in the liquid falling from the sky.
In moments a sudden yelp came from behind, everyone but Ashleigh turned to see Stiles being held down by a Ukref. Ashleigh on the other hand had problems of her own, running at a storming pace towards her were two larger than normal Ukref's.
Then it began.
Bullets being fired sounded from all around. I caught a quick glimpse of Stiles getting to his feet again before I was slammed down to the floor by a (what looked like) middle age Ukref. Seconds later my gun was in my hand and the bullets ripped through the attackers head leading to the deceased human to capsize onto the wet ground to my right.
"We can't hold them off forever; we need to get out of here!" – This came from a battered Ashleigh who had amazingly battled off the two Ukref's who had attacked her. The surroundings made life more difficult, my view only went on for a couple of meters, causing me to be alone in limbo, surrounded my rain, only to have aid from the sound of the other survivors. It was then a haunting call for help came from behind, immediately I was stammering through the rain (already drenched) searching for the caller. Seconds later I was in the presence of Blaine who was surrounded by at least six Ukref's – all inching towards him, with their mouths dripping with blood.
The only words that came out of my mouth before I ran to attack were "Hold on Blaine!" and then the next minute or so went into another blur.
Bullets flew all around my head, each one impacting on the infected.
Ukref's stormed out from the rain and into my sight, everyone with its hands out running towards me.
Several more of the dead came hurdling out of the darkness into the vision that I had.
Blaine shot his gun killing two of the dead, he ran towards me and then we began to hold off.
"Where's everyone else!?" He questioned, his voice being impacted by the yells of the dead and the living from out of sight.
I chose not to responds, every breath I took had to be concentrated on surviving.
Then the numbers of the infected began to decrease.
There were ten.
Now seven.
Then four.
Then two.
Finally none.
It didn't take us long to begin our decent to the others – by my estimation we had only a couple of rounds left in our guns. Both Blaine and I were not only covered in rain but drenched in blood. Several cuts were implanted on my arms; a few had scarred Blaine face. And then I realised the groans had concluded - the only sound to be heard were Blaine and I's deep breathes and the over powering rain thrashing against the gritty floor. We came to a halt when we had figured out that we were lost.
"Where are they!? Hello!?" I shouted.
Blaine turned endlessly in circles attempting to catch a glimpse of someone else. Were we the only ones left – had everyone else perished?
"Ben! Blaine!?" Ashleigh's voice was the sound of relief, leading us through the rain and to the survivors of the attack.
Will, Finn, Ashleigh, Stiles and Katniss were all stood up right facing all different directions, in moments both Blaine and myself had joined them. We were ready for the next round – and now it began.
Bullets.
Blood.
Ukref's.
Groans.
Screams.
Rain.
Infected bodies on the floor.
Blood.
Bullets.
Blood.
One final scream.
Silence.
We had survived the attack – there were no more Ukref's.
Everyone's stood panting and wiping the blood away from the bodies and the sweat from their foreheads.
It was only when I felt happy for the first time in what felt like forever I noticed something unusual on the ground to my left.
A body.
An uninfected body.
A male.
Smeared in blood and rotting flesh.
His clothes all ripped apart.
A deep cut running the entire length of his back.
The person who had made that one final scream.
The only living person to perish in the attack.
Stiles.