Backwards, forwards but making no ground at all
Standing in the city with the clocks counting one
And your face is still wet from the fight before
As your tears hit the ground, blue flowers spring from them
Baby, I’m ashamed of the things I put you through
Baby, I’m ashamed of the man I was for you
—
“What the hell Louis?” Zoey yelled in my ear.
“I… I’m sorry.” I replied, looking away from her face. Slightly because of all the blood gushing out of several cuts, running down her face and dripping onto the ground with a sound like the pitter patter of the rain around us, but mainly because of the guilt that entered my body. I couldn’t look at her directly in the eyes. “I didn’t know…”
“Didn’t know? What have I been yelling for the last ten minutes?” Zoey said, wiping the cocktail of tears and blood from her face. Deep breaths between her words. “…I guess that this is the end for me…”
“Don’t say that. We gonna make it.” I looked at her to say this, to create confidence in a situation without any. Now I know how Harvey Dent felt. Zoey looked down to the ground. A small puddle of blood was starting to wash away from the rain. She said nothing. “C’mon. I’ll help you to a safer location.” No reply. “Zoey, please…” She remained silent. “Don’t be like that. I promise you that we’re gonna get out of here, alive. Please Zoey, talk to me…”
—
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was “I needed you as much as they do”
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was “I needed you as much as they do”
—
“HERE THEY COME!”
The call of the old man came to my surprise. He came running down from one of the streets. Zoey looked at me, and I saw a mixture of expressions. Anger. Fear. Mourning. All of these emotions mixed into one, which looked directly into my eyes. I was speechless. I could only breathe as I watched her she picked up here shotgun with her spare hand, and limped to the location she was when the last horde came. Her left arm around her stomach, stopping the blood from leaving where a Hunter had clawed at her.
For a moment, we were in the calm of the storm. That moment where there is no panic, no sound, only our surroundings. I looked at the body filled street. I looked around and saw several bodies which reminded me of events before. A Boomer’s torso, which had belonged to the zombie which had puked on all of us. A Tank that successfully incapped Bill, but was slain before he could do more damage…
…and the body of our friend Francis. Although you couldn’t tell by looking at the quiet, relaxed corpse, but Francis was a noisy fellow, but handy and did his best to keep us all alive. Sadly, he was caught in the middle of a mob. He tried to use a Molotov, but it backfired. Now he lays there alone, but I knew that, soon, we would join him.
—
How fast must we run before we can just take off in flight?
How far must we run before they do not recognise us?
So let’s take this from the start, you’ll be me and I’ll be you
And let’s try not to complain about your smoking
And my distant heart
And my distant heart
And my distant heart
—
Sub-Machine gun in hand, I prepared for the oncoming horde. Bill and I stood on the entrance to to the Subway tunnels, which had now been blocked by a van. Zoey stood behind, in the alleyway. I suggested to her to take my place on the Subway, but she didn’t even look at me. As the calls got closer, I started to choke. I knew how this would end, and I knew it wasn’t going to be happy…
As the horde attacked, we opened fire. We managed to keep the zombies at a distance for a while, but they soon closed in. I gave myself the duty of protecting Zoey, so I looked behind my to see how she was doing. She stayed quiet, just blasting all the infected that tried to climb the metal fence. For a moment, I thought that we could get out of this alive. But then reality came crashing back to me like a missile.
A Smoker had caught Bill with his tongue, and started to pull him towards the large group of the undead. I started shooting at the Smoker in an attempt to save my ally, but then came the screech of a Hunter. I quickly turned around and performed a shove, thinking that he was after me. But I was wrong. I expected to see some ugly face rushing at me, like some kind of Witch from fairy tales. But he wasn’t there, and instead I saw him dropping down from the rooftops, crushing Zoey with his limbs.
All the emotions that Zoey gave me before had came back, and filled my body. I rushed to the scene, and started to fill the Hunter and surrounding Infected with lead. I ignored all sounds around. As I done this, I repeated Zoey’s last words in my head…
—
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was “I needed you as much as they do”
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was “I needed you as much as they do”
—
As the last of the zombies in the alley fell, I looked at the bodies. They all seem to surround the body of the one I let down. I took deep breaths. I was calm now. But then I realised. “Damnit!” I yelled as I turned around and ran to the top of the entrance. I forgot that Bill was trapped in the middle of the horde. I sprayed and prayed, but to no avail. The old man had now joined my other two friends. I was alone to fight the creatures around me. It was impossible for me to survive, so I decided to take as many as I could with me.
I took the Pipebomb from my right pocket. As I looked at the bandaged hand which pulled out the explosive, I thought of Zoey, and how I took the life she had. I didn’t need it as much as she did, but I used it on myself. I was more responsible then all the Infected. So I started the bomb, and ran into the middle of the street, while it still in my hand. As the zombies attacked in an attempt to stop the noises of the bomb, I fell to the ground, but still carried it in my hands. And just before it all ended, I could only think of one thing…
—
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was “I needed you as much as they do”
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was “I needed you as much as they do”
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