Path of the Dead - Working Title

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Sara had a smile on her face as she gripped some kind of weird blade in one hand and spun something else in the other, "Now, I may not know who you are, but I do know what you are. I'll give you credit on being able to mold and manipulate the outbreak virus to your benefit, but I know the weakness that all the hosts have wit this virus." When she stopped spinning the object in her hand, she revealed it to be some very odd looking kind of katana as well as the fact she was wearing gloves that seemed to have blades on the fingers, along with spikes on the knuckles. She might be appearing to be smart, but her choice of "apparel" by using the weird gloves seemed to be very unpractical, but he had a feeling that they were still going to have to be something to look out for.

He took a single step forward and prepared himself to the best of his abilities to what he was about to get himself into. He went for her and barely dodged the funky katana, but was still hit with the other blade that she had in her hand, and now that he got a better look at what she was holding did he realize that she was fighting him with a sharpened chunk of rusted metal. He leaned back to evade it again and then knocked the piece of metal out of her hand, only to get punched with one of the weird gloves. He shook it off and went at her.

She blocked three of his hits and then punched him four times, two of them getting blocked. She kicked him back and swung her odd katana, going for his face but he managed to barely evade it again. Apparently she had misjudged his speed from when she was observing him, because she could have sworn he was moving much slower than this. She swung her katana again, but instead of going for his head, she went for one of his legs to try and slow him down.

He jumped the blade and saw an opening and clotheslined her to the ground, getting behind her. At this moment, he could've ignored her and went straight for King, but something was keeping her: He knew her from when he had his memories, and the relationship between him and her was...interesting to say the least. He turned around to face her, only to get stabbed through the chest with the piece of rusted metal. He felt a sudden feeling of having the breath knocked out of him, but it was then that he realized that he hadn't been breathing this time. He hadn't felt his heartbeat neither has he felt himself taking breaths of air.

Sara smiled at her accomplishment, "Now it should be clicking for you if it hasn't already. You're dead. You're no better than one of the other infected right now: You're a living Zombie. A zombie that can still use its brain. Still has feelings, memories...desires." She placed a hand gently on the mask, "I can make those desires become a reality. I can give you everything you've ever wanted. All you have to do is pledge your loyalty to Benjamin King and everything you've ever wanted will be yours for the taking. Besides, you owe us that much since you killed our third in command."

So that guy was one of the personal guards.

Sara dragged her fingers across his mask until she was holding to the bottom of it, "Now let's see who's under that mask." She went to remove the mask, but not everything agreed with that.

He struggled and knocked her hand off of his mask, and right as he did that, he took a shot to the back from a shotgun and was thrown across the lobby.

Sasha was holding the shotgun and had a look of disgust on her face, "Were you just trying to recruit him into our ranks? He just killed Zahariel and your way of dealing with him is to recruit him?"

"Yes. Yes, he just killed Zahariel, but not only did he do that, but he killed all of his remaining thugs. Benjamin King needs power like that. He needs it to become the Kingpin of this city, and with him," Pointing at the clumped up body trying to stand back up, "Is going to be his way to the top. You can't deny that, Sasha, because you want him to join us too."