Monster
Yay! The seventh chapter already! I'm not sure how many there will be... I kinda just make it up as I go along. Feel free to make suggestions! But no OCs, I'm scared they'll end up Mary-Sues. So I'll kill any OCs - like David, Stephen, Chris and Pete, remember? Oh, and Nema will die. I'm really scared she's a Mary Sue, but I made her annoyingly perfect and beautiful so her death would make people enjoy it more. Please don't flame about her. I'm killing her, I promise!
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Seven
I threw myself out of the car, and I saw Coach dragging Ellis from the car before everything flashed white. I felt searing pain and heat, and I rolled further away. Looking up at the jeep, I saw flames rising up into the sky, our supplies burning with the truck. I could hear shells ricocheting off the truck's inner walls, and I didn't dare risk going back to get some out before they exploded. So I waited.
After an hour, the clanging of bullets stopped, so I stood up and walked round to the back of the jeep. Opening the doors, I saw the remains of what we thought we had; for a short while anyway. The guns were blackened, and what little anmo there was left, I took. A few rifles still worked. Looking into the charred remnants of the cardboard boxes, the molotovs were unharmed, and so were the pipe bombs and Boomer bile jars. I sighed with relief, and loaded them into a rucksack that was miraculously unharmed. Passing guns to Nick and Coach, I picked up one for me and the last member of the group, who was stirring. He sat up, rubbing his head.
"What happened?" he groaned. "Ah-"
"No, it's not 'what happened', dumbshit, it's what the hell was that?" Nick cut him off. "You nearly got us all killed, you moron!" He paused, taking a deep breath, face reddening with fury. Ellis tried to calm him down.
"Ah didn' mean t'drive off th'road-"
"I hope you didn't! If you did mean to, you would be a suicidal bastard who tried to get three other innocent people killed! You idiot!" Ellis fell silent, orange eyes staring at the floor like a guilty child. He seemed to be fighting for the right words to say.
"Ah'm sorry, Nick," he choked out eventually. Nick rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disgust.
"That's it. An apology. When you nearly got us all fucking killed!"
"Hey, now, son, calm down," Coach cut in. "He knows he did wrong, but we need to find out why he passed out."
"Because he's a moron. Who falls asleep driving?" Nick snarled. Coach raised a hand for silence.
"Nick-" Nick ignored my additional warning, and continued ranting.
"I mean, how stupid can you be? Just get out of this group, we don't need you. You're just another useless mouth to feed!" Nick fell into silence, chest heaving, eyes gleaming with madness. He was past reason. Coach looked horrified, and Ellis had curled up into a small ball on the floor.
"Nicolas!" Coach bellowed. Nick stayed staring at Ellis for a moment, before swinging his head to gaze at Coach. For the first time, he looked utterly defeated; eyes glazed with regret. But then Ellis whimpered, and his face hardened. He turned back to the youngest member of the group. He lifted his foot, and sent a kick into the injured mechanic's side. Ellis rolled over, his eyes open. Tears streamed down his bloody cheeks, but he stood up to face the irate conman. Nick didn't react to the strong emotion. I was disturbed by the cold indifference in his eyes; almost like a CEDA agent. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a new voice, speaking from the shadows.
"Well, well. I guess you haven't fared as well as you thought you would."
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I knew the voice. It was Nema, the cruel woman who started all of this. Ellis growled, but he paced like a captive animal; on all fours, and made no move to attack her like he had with Pete. She smirked, her pink lips turning up in an almost coy movement.
"No answers, kiddies?" Her voice was laced with a condescending tone. Coach raised an eyebrow.
"Jes' how old are you, girl?" He seemed to have hit a sore spot; Nema's calm mask broke as she sent him a furious look. Then she composed herself.
"It's Miss, or Ma'am to you," she retorted, avoiding his question.
"How old are you, girl?" Coach repeated stubbornly.
"I am twenty-eight," she replied, through gritted teeth. Her eyes were clouded with malice and hatred.
"Why did you call us 'kiddies', then, girl? Ah'm sixteen years older than you, Nicolas here is also older, and Ro here is the same age. Only the young'un is younger than you."
"I don't care." Nema was furious, although I could tell she was battling to hide her anger. She failed. Suddenly her eyes were flashing, and she was spitting and screaming words at us, her hair falling from its intricate topknot. We only noticed how unkempt she was; with muddy, torn clothes and no weapons. Taking an even closer inspection, we could tell she was alone - and insane. She was screaming nonsensical words, random phrases that made no sense. Coach lifted his shotgun as she staggered near.
"No closer, girl, or Ah'll shoot you." She didn't seem to notice, and there were gunshots. Then... silence.
A pool of blood spread around Nema's corpse. Her eyes were blank now, no more of the earlier madness evident, and Coach was breathing heavily. His hands were steady, though, and Ellis crept up behind him. There was some sort of predatory gleam in his orange eyes, as he kneeled beside Nema's corpse. He dipped his head onto her neck, and at first I thought he was listening or feeling for a pulse. But, after ten minutes, I got the feeling something was wrong. Sitting beside him, I tapped his shoulder, and he swung his head round to look at me. His mouth was surrounded with blood, and as I watched he bent his head back down to continue drinking the blood from Nema's cooling body.
I screamed.
