S.1 E.6 ~ RZ (Ch. 37)

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My upper lip twitched in disgust at the theory of a human kidnapping another human being. I elbowed whatever I could touch and stepped on their foot. They grunted in pain, but I wasn't done with them just yet.

When my body was free from their grasp, I was about to elbow their exposed neck when their ashy-blue-grey skin and bald head caught my attention. Murphy.

"Ow!" He shouted once everything was clear, "I saved you and this is the 'thanks' I get in return?"

Murphy was bent over, holding his waist in pain.

"I'm so sorry!" I said, helping him stand up straighter, "You scared me."

I adjusted his shirt, trying to cover some of his revealed skin.

"Where are the others?"

I looked around the lucid corridor. Not a soulless or soul in sight.

"We got separated." Murphy cleared his throat, readjusting the shirt I had just touched, "Cassandra?"

"We had to split up." I sighed, looking around for an exit now, "We can't go back from where I was running. Luke was chasing us down the hallway."

"Come on."

Murphy, surprisingly, grabbed my hand from my side. Together, we jogged down the long passageway. Never once did we stop and try to save anyone who was about to die from the zombie virus.

We never looked back. If we did, we'd end up dead or probably worse. We shifted to the left side of the hallway since a horde of Zs were coming from our right. Like we thought the same thing, we ran through a small doorway.

Screams were echoing through the closed atmosphere. Feet bouncing against the floor echoed across adjacent ways. Murphy was the first to enter the room, but he was being shouted at by a human woman.

"Sorry. You look like them." She apologized for the mistake, not catching on to her own words.

I came through the doorway, next. The frantic woman held a lead pipe in the air. A weapon. Where did she even find that at?

"You don't look so good yourself, sweetheart." Murphy eyed the panicked woman.

The lady gripped a pipe in both hands, ready to swing at whatever else came through the door. Her eyes were wide with stories being replayed in them. Her hair was wild and sprayed with sweat.

She really didn't look good.

"Look, we need help." I stepped in between them, halting their passing insults.

She looked over at us, guessing her chances of survival.

"We'll stick together. Three of us might have a chance."

Right then, a growling racket captured our attention. Murphy grabbed my shoulders and pushed me away from the oncoming Z. This left the lady to take the undead by herself. She swung rapidly, pushing the undead closer and closer to it's true death sentence.

Even when the Z was lifelessly laying on the tiled floor, she just kept swinging until it's face was truly unrecognizable. Jesus Christ.

"Why didn't you help? Why didn't it attack you? Are you part of this?"

I took a step around, getting in front of Murphy, spreading my arms in front of our last chance of life, "Lady, you need to chill."

"Are you his accomplice?!"

Just as the crazed woman was about to swing at one of us, a pile of Zs jumped on top of her. Oh, fuck. Murphy, once again, pushed me up against the wall. His back was pressed against my chest with his hands on either side of my sides.

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