Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Infected: Fogo Island (13)

thirteen: it's been awhile

The cold outside should have killed me by now. The winter was creeping up on us fast - abnormally fast, something I was not used to; a Texan all my life, i've never seen so much snow.

Malory and I haven't talked since our little chat over an hour ago. Night had forced us to pay more attention to our surroundings. We weren't protected like we were back by the beach. We didn't have a security team, a wall so high it would intimidate the largest of predators, and alarms to sound off once tripped or activated. I had my sharp staff and Malory carried both a gun in a holster and a shotgun in her hands.

Zombies were a threat again. I could hear some of them in the distance but none got close. We moved fast, as fast as our cold legs would let us. And that fight to survive, that desire to see Felix, to hold him, to kiss him - that is what kept me alive in this surreal Canadian winter.

"They're getting closer, Charlotte. Keep to my side." Malory warned me and I crept closer to her, our backs touching as we moved along the western forest of Fogo Island.

It's been a few weeks since I've been faced with the bastards but I haven't lost touch with reality. One single bite and i'm fucked. I wouldn't mind Malory being eaten, though. It's crossed my mine to stab her in the leg. Let the zombies go to her while I run to safety. Her guns keep me from doing anything of the sort.

"Why aren't they coming straight at us?" I notice, my back still firmly resting against Malory's. The walking dead seemed to stay at bay, forming a peremeter around us.

"I honestly don't know. I've never seen them so..." She was cut off by the sudden attack. The dozen or so zombies that circled us began to walk towards us at once. Like an army.

"SHOOT THEM!" I screamed and impaled the first bastard that reached us. I pulled my wooden lance out of its head, swung around and stabbed the other flesh-eating fuck that was behind me. Malory hadn't released one bullet yet. "WHY AREN'T YOU FUCKING SHOOTING THEM?!"

"MORE WILL COME!" She yelled back, holstering her shotgun and pulling out a nine inch blade from her boot. "TAKE OUT THOSE FOUR, I'LL TAKE THOSE THREE"

The rush of adrenaline that coarsed through my body brought me to life. I left Malory's side and made my way towards the four bastards that had clustered to my left. Their faces disfigured, their limbs torn apart, and the flesh on their skin rotting away as they walked. I felt nothing for them.

I lifted the wooden spear to the sky and impaled the first zombie. I pulled the spear out, and planted the sharp side in the second zombie's head. They were so slow. The third one came from behind and I had to duck and spear the bastard from below. Brains and blood spattered upwards and came close to land on me. That was a dumb move.

The last bastard came slowly towards me; his eyes bulging from their sockets, his left arm completly ripped apart from his shoulder. His right hand was reaching out, trying to grab onto me even though the bastard was an easy ten feet away.

I gripped the lance with both hands and threw it at the zombie's head. It went throught its skull like knife in butter. The bastard crumbled to the forest floor. Malory screamed out my name, asked if I was okay.

I picked up my weapon and ran my hand through what little hair I had left on my head.

"I'm fine - What about you?"

"Fine. Let's get going. They won't wait for me forever."

For you. She didn't say anything about me. My fingers curled tightly around my spear and a new fire lit inside my eyes. And I repeated to myself what I told Felix.

I am not dying today.

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