The next couple of chapters will heavily feature gore and cannibalism, if you are offended or weak-stomached to such images, please refrain from reading the next chapter/s.
A warning from LeoNyxus.
"I'm Chris, by the way" he says.
"Oh, now you want to tell me your name?! You have impeccable timing" I say as I slice through the fourth infected that runs towards me.
"Eh" he replies shooting the infected heading towards him in the head. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me towards him. He holds me tightly as he jumps out of the window. I can't help but scream as he grips hold of the rope in his gloved hand. I hear something click and I see a lock on his belt connected to the rope. We easily slide down the side of the mall. Gunshots echo in the distance.
"Those gunshots are from my dad, I need to get to him"
"In a matter of minutes, girl, think about yourself for now, especially since you're dangling off the ground" he says.
I look down, it's not that far from the ground. I can probably leap of from him and land safely. The first of many infected flies out the window we just went through and slammed hard against the ground, her body twitched but didn't rose up, she's dead now. Permanently. It rained infected for a few seconds, some were twitching on the ground when we finally set foot on solid ground. Other were lucky enough to land on the other bodies that they could still crawl. Chris immediately shot them in the head with his glock. I stabbed a few in the neck, too.
"Good workout" he says. "Keeps your joint all greased up"
"How old are you?" I ask.
"Hey" he starts. "I'm not that old"
"Thank you for the help, but I need to go now, I need to—
"Hey, it's not safe anywhere near this place. This is a Hibernation Point for those fuckers"
"A what?"
"Look, you said you know those people with guns, right. They're in trouble, more and more infected will be coming out because this whole place is like a hive, we need to warn them"
I look around us. He's right, this place is a hotspot for the infected even with the cold weather. We need to stop dad and the others from shooting before we attract more. Just as we were going for a run towards the front of the strip mall, we hear rustling from behind. I turn to see an old man looking scared and running towards us. He was screaming for help.
Chris turns around just as the man neared us. I turn for a second before I felt a sharp blow to the head. My vision blurs, my head hurts like hell and I see Chris fall to the ground too. That old man wasn't looking for help, we're the ones who needed help. I feel my mind collapse and I fall into a dark unconsciousness.
The next thing I remember was my hands being hoisted upwards, forced to stay still by something metal and cold. Sound of metal grazing metal, a knife being sharpen. My sight was still blurry but I knew I wasn't outside anymore, my nose was keener and I was able to sniff out that I was somewhere that wasn't clean at all, the smell was putrid, vomit-inducing, too strong to describe.
My vision starts to clear up and I can see movement in front of me. There's only one light source and it's behind whoever was moving in front of me. I try to move my hands but the chains only tighten around my wrists and it makes it more unbearable to move. I hear a loud thud, a knife hitting wood. The silhouette moves towards me, whoever it is, they have something in their hands. He—
The cold water meets my face and my eyes dart open wide. I regain complete vision and—I wish I hadn't. Blood everywhere, a man in a butcher's outfit was in front of me wearing a gas mask to hide his face. His latex gloves were red in blood, I can't seem to turn my eyes from him, he walks backwards and slowly shows me what was in front of me. A long table made of tiles. It… Oh god, no.
Chris was on the table. His left leg was gone, blood spurted out from the handmade tourniquet. His right arm was flayed, its skin cut off. I don't think he's alive any—
"Please" He said in a croaking and gravelly voice. "Not her. Just… don't"
Gas Mask turns to him, he grabs the butcher knife from the cutting board filled with skin and muscle. He walks up to Chris and with one clean drop he—oh god. I'm going to puke! He cut off Chris' right arm. He screams in agony as blood starts to gush out of his shoulder like a broken water pipe.
"No, no, no. Please, stop!" I scream out trying to pull myself free from the chains. "God, you're killing him, stop!"
"That's the point" said Gas Mask. His voice was alienated by the mask, it came out metallic and creepy. Like it was from old horror movie. "He's what we'll have for dinner"
"Wha—What?!" Oh god no, please no. In my rush to save Cal and Nash, I hadn't thought about where we were, the strip mall was close to their area. One of the largest cannibal groups there were and I ended up going towards them… fuck. I just brought dad and the entire rescue team to their death.
Fuck me.