Chapter 17 – War
Tiff and I charged to the door, using our obviously amazing (not) P.E skills to jump onto the rooftop of the Hilton Hotel. I tripped on the edge of the building and went skidding into the concrete, scratching up my face in the process.
"Shit!" I screamed.
"Oh my gosh, you swore!" Tiff teased.
"I always do, and now I look more intimidating."
"With a bloody eye and terrible scar down one side of your face? Well...you'll certainly blend right i down there!"
Can't stop watching as you fuss with your hair
Taking extra time to make it look unprepared
And they don't, even know why you're there
Your only odd is on cos' he's a sea millionaire
Your name is on the list so you're side of the stage
With that not-so-innocent, look on your face
All I want is, one night, one kiss
One touch, just the two of us
My phone. Once More. I got fed up so I switched it off completely. If the Doctor needed us, he would phone Tiff. If Michael needed me, he'd be alive.
Together, Me and Tiff charged down the many flights of stairs until we reached the bottom floor. In our haste, I had picked up the huge weapon Tiff had used previous. Tiff pulled out a tiny pistol from her inside coat pocket.
"What the.." I began.
"It's powerful." Tiff said in a matter-of-fact tone. I could not help but question her motives with this pistol. Surely we would need more fire power than that? Good thing I had the huge energy blaster.
When we arrived outside, the streets were madness. The few survivors were lined up against a wall, all with AK-47's. The military were here too, ordering them about. In the distance I could see zombified figures charging towards us, allied with several hundred Slitheen. From above, Daleks flew by the thousand.
Then there stood Tiff and I. Just two.
From all around us, gunfire could be heard. The few male survivors were firing at the Slitheen with their guns, some of them managing to kill a few. The military were armed with tanks, blasting huge rockets down the street and into the air above us where the Daleks flew. The zombies that were originally coming towards us had slowed now, taking time to pick off some of the female survivors who were trying to build barricades. Amidst the onslaught, I could see a man I recognised. Well, all I was his hair, which I happened to see every Monday and Friday in science, but who was he? Wait..Science! It was my Science teacher! Mr Hasler! He had survived!
"Sir!" I called out, not knowing if I should just go over and not name him or try to stick to being formal.
"You don't do it like that.." Tiff said before shouting "Hasler!"
Sure enough, our science teacher turned around. He only smiled at us, beckoned us to move to the side, and began a rampage in which bullets were flying everywhere. I shrugged my shoulders and stared at the oncoming storm of hell.
The only way to win this was to go in guns blazing. I couldn't die, that was clear, so if I went in and shot at all of them, I could win! But what about Tiff...Tiff would die if she was shot or bitten. I furrowed my scratched up brow in frustration.
"Tiff, you stay here." I eventually said before running off into the middle of the street before she had time to protest. There were zombies and Slitheen everywhere, but the zombies seemed the weakest. I hung the huge weapon Tiff had used earlier on my back using a strap that was conveniently on the side and picked up an AK-47 that one of the dead survivors had used. There was quite a bit of ammo with it, but not enough to take down the entire army. Instead of thinking of ways to get more ammo, I just fired. My bullets sank into the skin of the zombies, sending them crashing to the floor, dead once more. The Slitheen stopped in their haste, not knowing what to do whilst another wave of zombies came flying towards me. Some of the armed men joined me and we began spraying the crowd with countless bullets, killing each one dead. Blood ran down the street, covering our feet in its crimson colour. Many of the Slitheen disappeared into thin air, as if they were transported somewhere else. None of them showed any signs of coming back with weapons before they left so I carried on down the road looking for more zombies to massacre. On the next street, about a thousand more zombies lined the streets, all facing the opposite direction but as soon as I started firing at a few, I ran out of bullets.
"Well, Hell. Isn't this just lovely." I cursed, throwing the useless AK to the floor. The zombies turned, staring into me with their lifeless eyes. They all ran in my direction, surrounding me with a ghastly smell of rotting flesh and blood. I screamed out and fell to the floor, trying to protect my face from more scars and awaiting the pain that was soon to be one of my many deaths.
Behind me, somebody screamed. It wasn't a zombie scream, but I didn't think it could be human. Suddenly, a huge wave of energy, bigger than the one my big gun could master, came surging through my body. The pain was deep and left me exasperated on the floor, but all the zombies were dead. All of them. The thousands that were there just seconds before all littered the floor.
I looked back and saw that the person who fired the energy was Tiff with her little pistol, but nothing about her scream worried me. I was too fascinated by the man standing at the opposite end of the street. The sun was directly behind him so I couldn't make out his face but I could see that he was wielding a sword. The man was as shocked as I was about our presence on this street. I tried getting up to go towards him but collapsed back onto the solid floor straight away. As this happened, the man ran over to see if I was okay.
The shock would have killed me if I wasn't immortal. The man's green eyes shouldn't be looking at me and the recent scar that ran down his left arm shouldn't be healed. He didn't speak a word but ran his fingers along the deepest cut on my face, a look of shock appearing on his.
"Are you hurt, Kitten?" He said. I shook my head. He should be dead. But, no.
Michael was alive.
A/N: As much fun as it is killing Michael off again and again, I do have to bring him back :') Don't worry...with my mind he'll be dead again by the end of the story :)
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