Little (T.S.T) + (T.D.C)

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"Darcy, are you alright?" Teresa's voice floated over to her.

She opened her eyes. She hadn't realised how heavy her breathing had become. She turned around to look at Teresa.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded and turned back around. Once again, she tried closing her eyes, but opened them almost straight away, the zombie thingys still the only things she could see.

She went to sit up. "Hey, Jorge? Is there a bathroom in here?"

"Yeah, down that hall and to the left,"  he replied, pointing to a door.

"Thanks."

She headed down the hall and into the bathroom. Locking the door and walking to the rusty sink, she noticed a small cracked mirror. She could still see her reflection, though, even through the spiderman fractures. Darcy had never really taken much notice of her appearance, even when W.I.C.K.E.D let them shower and have proper food again-- there was simply much more important matters on her mind. But now, as she looked into the mirror, taking in her appearance, she almost wished she hadn't.

Her large bright green eyes looked broken, like they had seen a lot that they shouldn't have-- which they did. They were scarred with the horrors of her past. Her light brown hair, that was once pulled into a ponytail, was now only half up, with random strands that fell out dangling everywhere. She had light freckles across her nose and pale cheeks. Her lips were practically devoid of colour, cracked and dried, due to the fact that she was usually dehydrated.

Darcy took a deep breath in and exhaled. She took her hair out of the current mess, watching as it fell slightly past her shoulders in a scraggly mess, then twisted it back into another sort of ponytail, the best she could do, given its current state.

There was a window to the left of the toilet. It was dirty, but she could still see out of it into the scorch. The wind was still blowing the sand around, all the surrounding buildings broken and collapsed. She continued staring until a zombie thingy popped up right in front of the window.

She fell backwards onto the floor, unable to make a sound or move. She quickly came to her senses, looking around for something to defend herself with. Meanwhile, the zombie thingy was clawing at the window.

She spotted a broken pole from what would've been the curtain pole for a bath. Darcy picked it up pointed it towards the window. The zombie thingy was now banging on the window, making spider web cracks. A few seconds later, the window finally broke, allowing the zombie thingy entry. Darcy shrieked and stepped backwards.

"DARCY!" several voices shouted. She heard the sound of their footsteps, running towards the bathroom. They banged on the door. "Darcy, open up!"

She didn't have time to do that. Even if she did, she didn't want anyone else to die. She wouldn't let that happen.

"Darcy, what's happening?"

The zombie thingy lunged at her. She quickly jumped out of the way, luckily missing him, but earning herself a nasty scrape on her arm. It got up once again, lunging at her. She thrust the pole in its direction, the pointy edge going through its shoulder. It made a pained sound, but it didn't seem to slow it down.

She was still aware of the others banging on the door and shouting, though she couldn't hear what they were saying. She thought she could vaguely hear kicking on the door.

The zombie thingy lunged again, this time grabbing her arm. "Rude," she muttered as she tried to release it, jabbing it with her pointy pole. She felt a sharp stab of pain in her arm, but she kept prodding. She managed to drive the pointy part through a part of its head. It became distracted for a few seconds, earning Darcy enough time to kick it off.

Outside, the others began making progress on getting in. There were now small holes in the door. Darcy was adamant they weren't going to die. She would have to finish off the zombie thingy quickly.

She jumped through the window. The zombie thingy jumped out after her.

"That's right, loser! Come get me!"

It jumped again, but Darcy swung her pole, it hitting the zombie thingy's lower abdomen.

Just as it made contact, she muttered, "You seem a little cranky today."

The hit didn't do much, given the fact that the zombie thingy had some sort of super strength. She stabbed the pole through his stomach, which felt extremely unpleasant-- the squelching sound made her gag, but she didn't relent. The thing dropped to its knees, clawing at the pole. Darcy turned to go back through the window, when it leaped at her. This time it was too fast and it got her, sending her down to the ground. It began clawing at her and she knew this was it. Just as she was about to lose consciousness, she heard familiar voices as well as footsteps running in her direction. She couldn't hear what they were saying, and just as she was about to see a face, the world went dark.

*A/N: My writing is bad....oof*