Path of the Dead - Working Title

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE –

Sasha watched as Zahariel bled out on the ground and saw that the stranger appeared to be standing up like he wasn't hit although blood was slowly oozing from his body, even though it seemed to be going as slow as molasses, which didn't sound right, it shouldn't be moving that slow. She looked over to Sara and got her attention while King took a nap waiting to hear results of the fight going on outside. She brought her in close and pulled her head out the window and gave her a pair of binoculars, whispering to her so that King couldn't hear what they were talking about, "Is blood supposed to moving that slow? Isn't he supposed to be dead by now with those kind of injuries?"

Sara was watching his movements and his reflexes and reaction times and saw that he was rather sluggish in responses but was still fast enough to evade all of Their attacks, but he would be far too slow to fight her, "Technically, yes, he should be dead, but there are a lot of things that could be keeping him alive right now, most of them having something to do with drugs, and one outcome being pure determination to see us dead. However, if he manages to make it up here, I won't be going for shooting or stabbing him, I'll just cut his head off. As for his blood moving as slow as it is, I can't give you an exact answer, but it's nothing to sweat about." She held her composure in front of Sasha better than she had in any other circumstance, and for once she was grateful for it, because she was feeling a lot of things when looking at this guy: Fear, glee, anticipation, anxiety, but one certain thought hung above everything else:

She knew what this guy was?

Somehow this guy was infected with the outbreak that they were told about by JT, but instead of turning into a zombie, he was somehow molding the virus to his benefit, making it into something more than it was. She walked away from Sasha, giving her back the binoculars, "Now, if you excuse me, Sasha, I have to prepare for our guests arrival. I'll be in my room if you need me." Once she was away from everyone's field of view, an excited grin that was quickly turning into a demented smile of sorts. She wanted to know everything about this guy: Who he was, where he came from, who or what bit him, everything. She went into her room and flipped on the lights after closing the door to show all of her tools of her trade, from torture tools, to medical supplies, to the one or two sex toys that she had lying about. Suddenly, now that she was alone, another new feeling began to surface: It was defeat and loss. She had grown attached to Zahariel and they had become great "Friends". How they did all that they did within the few days that they were together and even behind both Sasha and King's back, was a miracle. But now...now she was probably never going to find anyone who would come close to his stamina and endurance.

Tears began to streak her face without her realizing it, but the moment she noticed them, she wiped them away and continued to prepare herself for the fight she was about to a part of within the next five to ten minutes.

Ducking under one of the last one's swing, he swept them off their feet and impaled them through their back, holding their spine out through their stomach and then used the body to block the knives that came from behind. He released the body and then ran passed both of them, severing their heads as he moved through them. He looked back at the carnage and only one thought went through his head.

How am I still alive?

He looked down at his own body and saw that he had been shot at least ten times, stabbed thirteen and he got cut up by that one guy pretty good and could see the muscle tissue in his right shoulder from that guy cutting into him deep, and if he looked close enough, he could faintly see bone, but it was only faintly. When he was done assessing the damage, he walked over to where he threw his mask and put it back on. He looked to the building and could faintly remember there being three personal guards to King. He then thought about it: Given the way they were talking to that one guy, he might've been one of the guards, but he didn't look familiar, even with his foggy shit memory. Pushing it aside for the moment until after this job, so to speak, was done, he had to focus on the building and killing Benjamin King. With that thought in his mind, he made his way up the building until he got a feeling that something wasn't right: There was a smell and almost a taste of bloodlust in the air, along with something wet. He slowed down to a simple walk and made his way around one of the corners and saw a girl standing in the middle of the lobby, or at least what he assumed to be some kind of lobby.