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when my gaze met his.
“Who the hell...” he began loudly before I stuck my knife beneath his jaw and pushed with all the strength I could. Bloody froth burst from his mouth and his body jerked as he died. My joy was short lived as with a roar his companion grabbed a metal poker from beside the fire and leapt at me swinging wildly.
Chapter 7
I lost my grip on my own knife and was thrown to the floor by the weight of my attacker. I felt a sharp pain in my ankle and yelled in pain. My assailant was straddling me as he tried to hold me down and hit me with the poker at the same time, which fortunately for me meant that he couldn’t get enough force behind the blows to do serious damage.
As painful as it was to receive the blows on my arms, that was infinitely preferable to taking a hit to the head. The man attacking me was loudly swearing as he tried his best to beat me. Small flecks of saliva were flying from his mouth accompanied by the sour smell of alcohol and teeth that needed a good clean.
I squirmed beneath him trying to find some way to dislodge him. I managed to finally grab a hold of the poker he was swinging and we both fought over it. He snarled at me as he tried to push his weight down on the metal poker that I had managed to grasp with both hands.
The poker was getting entirely too close to my throat and I knew that if I didn’t do something, I would likely die here beneath a foul smelling lowlife. As much as I disliked doing it, I turned my head to the side and bit his arm as hard as I could.
Blood filled my mouth with its coppery taste and he screamed as he jerked away from me releasing his grip on the weapon. I spat the flesh I had torn from his arm at him and sat up as his weight fell off me. Giving him no time to recover I swung the poker and hit him first in the shoulder, then the head.
My assailant was lying silently on the floor and I tried to stand. My ankle screamed in protest when I tried to put my weight on it. I was concerned it may be broken, that could quite easily be a death sentence in a world with roaming undead.
I sat on the floor and did my best to wipe the blood from my mouth. I had no idea what nastiness was carried in that mans blood and I didn’t want to find out. I reached across and checked for a pulse. To my delight he was still alive. I pulled myself up on the chair that still contained the dead man and pulled my knife free before sitting once more beside the unconscious man.
It took only a moment to clean the blood from the blade before resting it gently against the side of his throat. I stared down at him a moment, taking the time to enjoy this brief moment of peace. It would have been a great deal more pleasant if he were fully awake, but with limited mobility it was probably best not to wait. I drew the blade across his throat cutting deeply through the flesh. Blood sprayed from the wound and I scooted backwards away from him to avoid the worst of the spatter.
Several minutes passed by as I quietly sat with the dead men and just enjoyed the pleasurable feelings amidst the peaceful solitude. This was the joy I wanted, the feeling I craved. The quiet pleasure of a kill done in peace, no matter how much fun killing someone in a fight could be it could never truly compare.
Eventually the pain from my ankle seemed to insist that I move. I left the bodies where they lay and hobbled as best I could to the front door. I made my way to the first of the vehicles, pleased to see that these louts had also subscribed to the view that it was better to leave your keys in the vehicle just in case you needed to move quickly.
I pulled open the door and climbed into the driver’s seat. “Hey” called Cass as she ran over from the storage building.
“What?”
“My brother needs somewhere safe to recover. Can we come with you?”
“What makes you think it will be any safer with me?” I asked her with a grin that no doubt looked truly atrocious with the blood I
“Who the hell...” he began loudly before I stuck my knife beneath his jaw and pushed with all the strength I could. Bloody froth burst from his mouth and his body jerked as he died. My joy was short lived as with a roar his companion grabbed a metal poker from beside the fire and leapt at me swinging wildly.
Chapter 7
I lost my grip on my own knife and was thrown to the floor by the weight of my attacker. I felt a sharp pain in my ankle and yelled in pain. My assailant was straddling me as he tried to hold me down and hit me with the poker at the same time, which fortunately for me meant that he couldn’t get enough force behind the blows to do serious damage.
As painful as it was to receive the blows on my arms, that was infinitely preferable to taking a hit to the head. The man attacking me was loudly swearing as he tried his best to beat me. Small flecks of saliva were flying from his mouth accompanied by the sour smell of alcohol and teeth that needed a good clean.
I squirmed beneath him trying to find some way to dislodge him. I managed to finally grab a hold of the poker he was swinging and we both fought over it. He snarled at me as he tried to push his weight down on the metal poker that I had managed to grasp with both hands.
The poker was getting entirely too close to my throat and I knew that if I didn’t do something, I would likely die here beneath a foul smelling lowlife. As much as I disliked doing it, I turned my head to the side and bit his arm as hard as I could.
Blood filled my mouth with its coppery taste and he screamed as he jerked away from me releasing his grip on the weapon. I spat the flesh I had torn from his arm at him and sat up as his weight fell off me. Giving him no time to recover I swung the poker and hit him first in the shoulder, then the head.
My assailant was lying silently on the floor and I tried to stand. My ankle screamed in protest when I tried to put my weight on it. I was concerned it may be broken, that could quite easily be a death sentence in a world with roaming undead.
I sat on the floor and did my best to wipe the blood from my mouth. I had no idea what nastiness was carried in that mans blood and I didn’t want to find out. I reached across and checked for a pulse. To my delight he was still alive. I pulled myself up on the chair that still contained the dead man and pulled my knife free before sitting once more beside the unconscious man.
It took only a moment to clean the blood from the blade before resting it gently against the side of his throat. I stared down at him a moment, taking the time to enjoy this brief moment of peace. It would have been a great deal more pleasant if he were fully awake, but with limited mobility it was probably best not to wait. I drew the blade across his throat cutting deeply through the flesh. Blood sprayed from the wound and I scooted backwards away from him to avoid the worst of the spatter.
Several minutes passed by as I quietly sat with the dead men and just enjoyed the pleasurable feelings amidst the peaceful solitude. This was the joy I wanted, the feeling I craved. The quiet pleasure of a kill done in peace, no matter how much fun killing someone in a fight could be it could never truly compare.
Eventually the pain from my ankle seemed to insist that I move. I left the bodies where they lay and hobbled as best I could to the front door. I made my way to the first of the vehicles, pleased to see that these louts had also subscribed to the view that it was better to leave your keys in the vehicle just in case you needed to move quickly.
I pulled open the door and climbed into the driver’s seat. “Hey” called Cass as she ran over from the storage building.
“What?”
“My brother needs somewhere safe to recover. Can we come with you?”
“What makes you think it will be any safer with me?” I asked her with a grin that no doubt looked truly atrocious with the blood I
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