Chapter 3: Fighting For Our Lives

Those mother fuckers came bustin’ in like there was no tomorrow! They surrounded us, coming at our faces and trying to scratch our eyes out.

I tried my best to protect Faith, but she kept peeking out from behind me, shooting them in their ugly faces. Man did they look gross. Their skin was a pale greenish-whiteish color and it looked like it was about to fall off. It was hard looking at them without the feeling of vomit arising in your throat.

I smashed them in the face, one-by-one, killing them instantly. I had no fuckin clue how I was getting away with this, but I didn’t mind it one bit.

It was awesome to finally get to kill some of them, but it wasn’t awesome to know that my pregnant girlfriend was close behind me, fearing for her own life.

She was shooting insanely, aiming right at their foreheads and hitting them dead-on. I was fucking proud of her to say the least and I was glad she finally found her niche. Good thing she’s good at shooting, or we’d be fucked.

Their numbers started to dwindle down and Faith quickly ran out of bullets, leaving me on my own. My arms were starting to get tired and I started missing more frequently, leaving some of them open to attack me.

I looked around, seeing the room start to fill with bloody corpses and laughed a little. Faith asked what the hell was wrong with me and I just continued smashing them in their goddamed faces.

A girl came quickly, snarling. She was disgusting, to say the least. Her clothes were all scraggy and her face looked worn and tattered almost. She came at me with crooked teeth and sharp nails, aiming at my face.

I dodged out of the way and slashed her in the face with my knives, blood squirting everywhere. Faith tried to keep quiet but that kind of stuff scared her; and I could understand why.

It was quite a sight. Her home going from completely clean and spotless to having piles of bodies, sprawled out all over the floor; puddles of blood soaking in the carpet.

Now, I didn’t know if I would turn into one of them if they bit me or not, but I wasn’t about to take the chance of that.

“Fuck you!” I yelled again as I smashed another guy in the face with a lamp. This dude was huge, man. He was crazy lookin, too. He looked like he weighed about two-hundred and fifty pounds and was about six foot seven.

I glanced back at Faith and saw her covering her face with one hand and holding the other on her stomach. I felt bad about what was happening, but I knew I had to deal with it now.

There were two of them left, both of them coming at me now. These two were fast and I knew I would have to be pretty swift to keep Faith safe. Both were men, and both were about average size. They almost looked like twins, but I let my thoughts escape my mind and went in for the attack.

I dodged under one’s fist quickly and cut the other across the back of the head as I ended up behind him. He turned around too fast and scratched my face. I could feel the blood start to trickle from my wound but decided not to think about it.

“What the fuck?!” I yelled. I looked them both in the face, dead straight. I held both of my knives at my side, ready for them to come at me.

They ran for me at once and I did some crazy karate move, spinning and hacking them both across their faces. They both made a screaming sound and backed away, running their hands across their cuts.

They looked at each other and came back at me again. This time, they came low and I knew just what to do. I moved quickly out of their way and smashed my knives into the tops of their heads. They died instantly; for the last time.

I pushed one of the bodies down with my foot and pulled up on my knife, letting it escape from his head. I heard a loud crunching noise as I pulled my knife out and wiped the blood on the dead guy’s shirt.

I did the same thing with the other one, and walked over the bodies to where Faith was standing.

“Sweetie! You’re hurt!” She touched my face, feeling my cut. It wasn’t too bad and I wasn’t that worried about it. Just a flesh wound, no big deal.

“Oh, that? I’m okay, don’t worry about it.” I shrugged.

“Oh, Aiden!” She cried, falling into my arms. I was wondering when this would all catch up with her; and now it had. She cried for about fifteen minutes until I could feel my shirt getting wet with her tears.

“It’ll be okay. I promise you that, okay?” I said as I lifted her chin up with my hand. I looked into her green eyes and I felt in my heart that it would be okay. Her eyes were bloodshot from the tears and a little puffy around the edges. Her light brown hair fell around her shoulders perfectly and I sighed with love. She was too perfect for me and I didn’t deserve her.

“I believe you. I’m just scared, I mean, the baby’s going to come soon. What are we going to do?!” I felt her start to shake under my grip and I looked past her and into nothing.

We had to do something about this. I knew we had to find who was responsible for all of this shit and kill that bastard. But first, I had to get my cut cleaned up and I had to find more bullets for Faith’s gun.

“I gotta get this cleaned up before it gets infected. I don’t know what’s been on that mother fucker’s hands but I don’t want it on me.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” She smiled up at me.

I grabbed her hand and led her to the kitchen. She sat at the counter as I looked through the cupboards, finding some ointment for my wound.

I walked over to the sink, grabbed a washcloth, and ran it under some warm water. I put it on my face, feeling a slight sting and pulling away a little. Faith walked over and hugged me from behind, burying her head into my back.

“Are you okay? I mean, really, are you okay?” She asked.

“I’m fine. It just burns a little. I’ll be okay. Really, don’t worry about it.”

I put the towel back on my face, washing the rest of the blood off. I dried it and put a little of the ointment on it, feeling a slightly cold tingle.

I turned around to face her again and held her in my arms for another long moment.

“We gotta get out of here. It’s starting to stink.” I brought my fingers up to my nose, pinching it shut and twisting my face.

“Yeah, agreed.” She nodded.

We walked out to my car, dodging all of the bodies that now lie on the floor. Faith held her nose shut and followed after me quickly. I told her to grab a knife, just in case. She held it in her right hand at her side.

We got outside and it was pitch black. The moon wasn’t even out, which was odd. I couldn’t see a thing except what was lit from the light pouring out the door of the house.

“It’s so dark,” Faith whispered. “Where’s your car?”

“It’s right over here.” I felt in the darkness. I walked a few more feet and touched a large metal object, guessing it was my car. I found the door handle and opened it with a loud creak. Damn door, I thought.

I found my keys and the one that went to the car, felt for the ignition, and pushed the key inside. I turned on the lights so that Faith could see and I watched her walk around the car and open the passenger door.

“Gosh, why’s it so dark?” A worried look crossed her face.

“I don’t know. The moon isn’t even out, isn’t that weird?”

“Yeah….that is weird.”

I put the car into reverse and we backed out of her driveway. We left her house behind, our memories behind, and saw only the future in front of us.