Feeding Frenzy

Chapter 41

 "We're fucked," Gomez said.

Evey shushed him, and Ford swung his hand and hit Gomez in the back of the head. Gomez cried out and rubbed his skull.

"We should sacrifice you," Connar said in a harsh whisper. "You fucked us."

"What did I do?" Gomez asked.

"Your mouth," Ford said.

The Infected surrounding them screeched as they closed in. The group formed a circle, pressing their backs against one another. Evey flashed the light into one of the Infected men. He hissed and covered his eyes.

"Should we turn off the light?" Evey asked.

"We can't hide from this," Johnson said. "They know where we are, and there is no getting past them."

Anjo muttered a curse and tightened his grip on the knife. Fiona buried Joey's head into her chest so he could not see the cannibalistic creatures around them. Evey's body was frozen, but she knew she had to move. If she did not move, they were going to die.

"Let's kill these fuckers," Connar said,

He ran toward the three Infected women. Grabbing the closest one, he yanked her forward. She chomped her teeth, and Connar narrowly dodged her bite. She lunged forward again, and he buried the blade into her abdomen. Letting out a high-pitched scream, she contorted her body in pain. Connar took this moment of weakness to rip the blade free and force it through her skull. She collapsed onto the ground.

Connar bent down to free his knife, but a woman jumped onto her back. He screamed as he fell on top of the dead woman. The other Infected woman pinned him down. She bent down to bite him, but Connar threw his elbow back. Knocking the air out of the woman, he attempted to scramble out from underneath the Infected.

Johnson grabbed hold of the Infected's shirt and yanked her off Connar. She reached for Johnson, but he reached forward and slit her throat. Blood sprayed in the air and rained down on Connar. He shuddered in disgust. Wiping the crimson spots off his face, he stood.

The final Infected woman screeched and charged toward Johnson and Connar. Johnson pushed Connar to the side and snatched the woman's arm. He twisted it behind her back, and swiped his foot across her ankles, and knocked her onto the ground. Holding her arm at an award angle, he put his foot between her shoulder blades. Connar swooped down and stabbed the woman in the back of the head. A mixture of brains and blood stuck to his knife.

The two Infected men on the other side were growling and ran toward the group. Evey forced the flashlight into Roger's hands. The beam of light bounced as his hands trembled. Evey let out a deep breath before running toward the men. Ford was close to her side.

He grabbed the one man's shirt and threw him into the Infected in front of Evey. The Infected stumbled and fell to the ground. Evey climbed on top of the man and pushed the blade deep into her throat. His screams were garbled as the blood rushed into his throat.

Ford never let go of the man's shirt. He swung his arm back and forced the blade forward into his gut three times. Blood spurted from the Infected's lips, and Ford dodged the spray of crimson. Pulling the blade out, he shoved the blade underneath the Infected's chin and into his skull. The man's body crumpled to the ground.

Ford reached down, grabbed Evey's arm, and pulled her onto her feet. She struggled not to wrap her arms around his neck. They had much further to go, and they were already under attack.

Johnson walked back toward the group. Connar did not follow. He tried to catch his breath as he watched Evey and Ford walk back to the group. Evey took the flashlight out from Roger. She swept the light around the dark subway tunnel. Her heart was pounding as she heard footsteps splash in the puddles on the ground.

Evey was breathing heavily as she had no idea where the next Infected was coming from. She spun around and flashed the light behind the group and onto Connar. An Infected man was behind him. Before Evey could scream, the Infected grabbed Connar's shoulders and pulled him back. The Infected bit down on Connar's neck. Connar screamed and tried pushing the Infected off as blood poured down his neck.

Johnson sprinted forward. The Infected did not react as he got behind him and pulled his hands off Connar's shoulders. Johnson ripped the Infected away. His teeth took a chunk of flesh from Connar's neck, and blood sprayed into the air. Johnson slit the Infected's throat and tossed him to the ground.

Evey pushed past the group and ran toward Connar. His hands were covering the wound that was spewing blood. His legs were twitching. The screams he was releasing made him sound like he was drowning. The sound brought Evey back to the start of this when she saw the man being attacked at the gas station.

She unzipped her sweater and pulled it off. She moved Connar's blood-soaked hands off his throat and pressed the sweater against the wound to stop the bleeding. Connar twisted his back as she pressed down on his neck.

He was losing a lot of blood, and he was losing it fast. They could not get out of the subway tunnel before he died. Even if she got him to the surface, they would be surrounded by Infected, and they would all be killed. There was nowhere she could bring him in time.

Connar's breathing grew shallow, and his heavy eyes shut. Evey gritted her teeth as she pushed down harder on the wound. He let out a faint groan before his chest stopped rising and falling with each breath. Evey did not move her hands. She shook her head as she pushed down harder. His blood coated her hands.

"Evey," Ford said softly.

She had not noticed that he had kneeled next to her. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. She let out a shaky breath and continued to shake her head. Ford grabbed her elbows and pulled her hands off Connar's body. He pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her.

"It's okay," he whispered. "We have to keep going."

Evey took in a sharp breath to stop her from starting to cry. She stood and wiped her bloody hands on her jeans. Ford brushed the back of his knuckles across her cheek. She wanted to lean in and kiss him, but she could not do that in front of the group. If they made it to the hospital before morning, she would cling to Ford as long as possible.

Would this nightmare ever end?

"One more down," Gomez said. "Thanks, Evey."

She bit down on her lip. Her hand balled into a fist. She charged forward, but Ford snatched her arm and held her back. He would love to see her attack Gomez, but he did not want to risk Gomez screaming and attracting a new hoard.

"Keep moving," Ford said. "We need to get there."

Gomez smirked as Evey and Ford walked past the group to the front. If Ford were not holding onto her, Evey would have swung at Gomez. The rage was causing her blood to boil, and she wished he was attacked instead of Connar.

With two beams of light, they made their way deeper into the tunnel. The faint cries of Infected echoed off the walls. Evey tightened her grip on the knife as they made their way to the hospital.

Who was going to be the next one to die?