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Can I lie to you and tell you I was the brave one? That I did all the hard work? No. Okay. Well then, I didn't do great, I guess. The Guardians did most of the hard work while I just wiped out whatever they missed. Trust me; using a long sword is way harder than movies make it out to be. Stupid movies giving me false views of things. At one stage I narrowly missed Munds ear. He gave me a look before going on to take out more zombies. (Ya, I decided that they were no longer skeletons and closer to the living dead than anything).

I saw that these zombies had been a part of many bad parts of history- world war I and World War II, murderers, anything somewhat evil, to be honest. I am not going to lie to you: I was terrified. I couldn't just stand here and wait for the bad guys to come to me though, I wanted to be apart of this fight. I was mostly to blame for this fight being here anyway.

I run out, side by side with Mund.

"Get back, Sophie," Mund says, tapping the ground causing roots to erupt from the ground, wrapping themselves around the oncoming zombies and simply deflating to the ground, whatever that was inside, now gone. I gaped at his doing for a second, but a second too long. How could I have been so careless? I felt a sharp pain on my side. I gasped, instantly grabbing my side where the pain was found. My hand quickly got sticky and wet... blood. Scarlet blood washed all over my hands.

Mund tapped his foot and a hole appeared, swallowing the zombie trying to slice at me again. Well... OW!? This bloody hurt like hell. How far had he got through my skin? It couldn't be too far or I'd be dead already. It hurt to breathe. I doubted that this was good. Nope. Not good at all. Who knew a sword could hurt someone so much (she says sarcastically). I could feel black spots get in my line of vision. I blinked them out. Okay, I was going to be fine. Pfft, a sword to the side? No big deal... (Again, sarcasm).

"Oh god, Sophie!" Jack said, edging his way closer to me, while still fighting off stupid zombies. "I knew this was a bad idea bringing you here." He almost seemed to be scolding himself even though it was my idea and my persuasiveness that made him bring me. He better not feel this is his fall or I'll kill him- if this gash didn't kill me first. My shirt was soaked in blood, and I tried hard to keep pressure on it.

Deat a voice whispered in my head again. And I feared that it may be true. But I couldn't just DIE! I had so much... so much I wanted to do. Like see my niece/nephew. Get married. Have a child. SO much I needed to do... I was not going to allow this pathetic excuse for the reason I die. No. No way was that happening.

"Jack, I'm fine," I lied through gritted teeth. I knew it was a lame attempt of lying, but it had to be done. I didn't need Jack worrying about me while we were surrounded. He gave me a look, freezing something over my shoulder. I shivered.

"Try to stay alive for a little longer," he scolded me. With that, he turned and began to attack the crowd of enemies.

Even though weak, Tooth was spinning, using her wings as blades. It was a beautiful blur of colour, surrounded by an ugly crowd of dullness.

When Jack turned back to me, he looked frustrated. He ripped his jumper, his famous blue jumper. Just the end of it. And then he handed it to me. "Tie this around the wound," he instructed me. I grasped the piece of clothing and tied it around my waist, making sure to cover the cut. It stung like hell, but the coolness from Jacks jumper eased the pain, but only a small bit.

I gave him a weak smile, and turned away, my own sword at the ready.

North was slashing away at anyone who got in his way (note to self: stay far away from North). Sandy was making whirls of sand appear around him, wiping away anything it hit. How unfortunate... for the zombies. Through all of this, I wondered one thing: Where was Evil himself? I bet he was waiting until a certain moment, when we were all at our weakest, to get involved. A smart plan, but I could see through it.

But how do we finish these zombies without passing out from exhaustion?

It then clicked in my mind.

I turned to Mund, and called over, gaining his attention somewhat as he defended himself from the mini army. "How large can you make those holes?" I asked him, wincing as pain shot up from my wound. The blue jumper was already saturated in crimson blood. How much blood can a person bleed from their body before they die? I was already starting to feel exhausted.

Mund shrugged. "Never tried to make a big on before," he admitted. He seemed to register my idea without me even saying it.

"Guardians, fall back," I called to them. They all looked at me sceptically, but eventually listened to me, joining me in the centre of the crowd. Could Mund do it? Could he make a hole surround us without us being dragged down underground? I really, really hope so. This could be our only chance.

Mund brought force with him as he tapped the ground with his large foot. The ground, as expected opened up, swallowing more than a dozen zombies. But it wasn't over. Mund kept tapping, and tapping. It seemed that the more amounts of time he tapped, the larger the hole. Eventually the hole was swallowing about twenty to thirty zombies. I couldn't help but grin, even though my vision became foggier. Okay, I needed to stay awake. I was afraid if I closed my eyes to rest I wouldn't wake back up. I was not going to let Evil win. Never. Ever.

Finally, only a dozen zombies were left. They kept on advancing towards us, but honestly, they were no match for us. We had them gone in under five minutes. I knew, even though they were gone, that this was not over. When? When was this going to be over?

"Oh, well done," came a crude voice from the darkness. Evil. I'd recognise that cold voice anywhere. I wish he would show himself. "But, you see, I've accomplished what I came here to do. Sophie Bennett is dying."

"Shut up! No she's not! We'll... We'll get her to safety!" Jack shouted to the nothingness. I could here the doubt in his voice. I knew why. My 'bandage' was drenched in blood, my knees were shaking in attempt to hold myself up, and wow... everything really was becoming a blur. Why me? It wasn't the worst way to die, but then again, was there even a good way to die? Death is the most... no, death is the worst. I was only seventeen... I was too young to go. I wanted to die naturally at an old age. Not like this.

I gasped as another pain shocked my body. This stupid bloody cut!

"Silly boy," Evil snarled. "Look at her, her eyes are already closing." Had they been? I hadn't noticed. I attempted to snap them wide open, but the attempt was lame, even by my standards. They drooped more. My knees buckled beneath me, and I fell to the ground.

"Ow," I mumbled. Wow, so awesome of me to say, right? But I didn't know what else to say in such pain.

"Sophie!" I heard someone say. Who? I couldn't tell you.

I felt cold hands lift my head up off of the ground. Jack. It had to be Jack. No one else's touch was that soft and that cold. I could feel his hands shaking out of anger. The pain seemed to be numbing itself, or it could have been that I was getting so use to it by now. What was the difference?

"Sorry," I say to Jack. "I didn't do so well in staying safe, did I?" I gave a weak laugh. It hurt to laugh. I felt like I was giving myself false hope, that everything would be okay. What a lie. I was going to die here. I was going to close my eyes for a final time, and maybe I can see what awaits me after, if there is anything, I die.

"No, you did a lousy job," he said. Was he crying? Why was he crying? There was no reason to cry. I might be gone, but it wasn't the end. He'll be okay again. Eventually. Maybe he'll find someone to love him like I did. Even on my death bed, I'm cheesy, right? Typical me, huh? I felt cold tears splash down on my cheek.

A furry hand wiped my hair out of my eyes.

"Little ankle-biter," Mund choked. "Can't let you out of my sight for two minutes, can I?" It was a lame attempt at making me smile, but I did so anyway.

"Maybe we can get you somewhere like a hospital-" Jack began.

"Jack, it'll be okay," I said to him. "I think that somehow this had always been my cruel fate."

"Mine too," he whispered, hugging me. I embraced this. I embraced the numbness of my entire body. I felt tired... I think it was time to go.

"I love you, Jack," I tell him a final time. I close my eyes, letting whatever was to happen, happen.

And it's the final thing I speak to him.

SHORT! SORRY! Okay... well... review for more. I'll be replying to chapter 18 reviews and chapter 19 reviews next chapter update, okay? :) Well, bye! :) Haha, this was kind of sad to write, to be honest... I should not be feeling empty because of my own fanfiction- as I said before: I am a LOSER! :P