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It was hopeless; we were surrounded. The door was just about to give way, letting a massive horde of zombies fall in like a tsunami wave of death. David and I would be like sitting ducks; we’re already totally exposed. I had no ammo, just a hunting knife and god knows how many bullets David had left. It was a certainty: we were going to die.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I wasn’t suicidal but the idea of death didn’t scare me. The only thing that scared me was how I was going to go out: in excruciating pain with the flesh and muscle being torn from my bones. A quick glance at David told me he was thinking the same thing when he seemed to remember the gun hanging from his trembling grip. He gave me a wild look.
‘They’re going to get in,’ I said.
He nodded. ‘I know.’
Were we really contemplating our demise so casually?
I was almost afraid to speak the words out loud: that a bullet would hurt a hell of a lot less than being eaten alive. David seemed to catch the gist though and for a second looked like he was alright to go along with it but then he straightened up and set his jaw.
‘No,’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘We are not taking the coward’s way out. We will survive this.’
‘How? We have no weapons other than your gun and my pathetic knife.’
David grinned manically. ‘Let’s take them on.’
‘Are you kidding?’
‘Let the horde in, we can deal with them. I bet there won’t be that many anyway it’s just our fears making things worse than they really are.’
‘Oh yeah, what could possibly be worse than zombies?’
‘Knowing that you could have taken some of those undead bastards down with you but not doing so.’ He looked wild for a second, pumped through with adrenaline, like he really did want to do this. I supposed it was better than ‘opting out’. If I was going to die surely it would be better to take some of the zombies with me? I wouldn’t exactly be doing the world a favour; these things seemed to be multiplying fast, but at least there would be a couple more less for Cancer and the others to fear.
Mum, Dad if you’re still watching, I’ll probably be with you very soon. David is a nutter, but he’s a brave nutter.
I gripped my knife and braced myself. David cocked his gun and faced the door.
I love you both, so much. Wish me luck!
In a flash, the doors were open and we were outside.
I didn’t have time to think about what I was doing, all I could think about was survival. Going right into the lion’s den made the adrenaline course through my veins, pumping bravery and extreme recklessness through my body. My knife went slashing through the air, connecting with skin and bones, blood covered me within seconds. The roaring fire of David’s bullets cut through the hospital, deafeningly loud. I prayed one wouldn’t hit me. Desecrated hands grabbed at me, rotting teeth tried to bite me but I was quick.
I let the rage and grief control me then, fuelled onwards by the intense need to live through this hellhole. Each hideous half-torn face that loomed in front of me ready to end my life I told myself was the reason my parents were dead, it was the reason we were stuck in this hospital, the reason Rayn hadn’t made it and the reason Cancer was fucked up out of his mind right now. Each face was the reason why I had been forced to grow up so young, why things would never be the same again and why innocent people were dead.
One zombie, one of the last few ones grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me backwards. David drove the back of his gun into the thing’s skull.
‘Out of ammo,’ he informed me.
The small horde around us was now dead; there had only been a handful of them, but the moans drifting to our ears told us there was more to come.
‘Let’s get back,’ David grabbed my arm and pulled me upwards. Soon, we were sprinting through the labyrinth of the hospital. The way to staff room had now become fairly familiar, the only obstacle proved to be the dead things lurking in our way. There was never too many to handle; David had the butt of his gun and I had the knife. Things could change quickly though and we wasted no time.
By the time we had reached the correct floor, we were both out of breath and covered in sweat and blood. I pounded my fist on the door, glancing behind me to see if we had been followed. Nothing pointed in that direction just yet.
The door was taking a ridiculously long time to open and each second that passed made me feel more and more exposed.
Cancer stood in the doorway, staring at us both. He looked both shocked and curious.
‘Can we come in please?’ I asked impatiently.
He just stood there. I barged past him, not wanting to waste any more time.
‘Are you alright?’ David asked. ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost.’
I turned round and saw that he was right; Cancer’s skin was white and his eyes were wide with disbelief. Probably another side effect of going cold turkey.