They only had enough time to provide the girls with two machetes since there was no time to teach them how to use guns.
Although they had never used any weapons at least they were provided with some kind of defense and the guys kept trying to protect them.
One of the men in the group was close enough to say Ali's life when she missed the zombie's head, and it came dangerously close. The guy whose name she didn't even know pushed her out of the way, saving her life.
Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to protect himself and the zombie bit off his ear. Blood started spurting out as another member of the group shot the zombie. The guy knew he was going to turn so in a vain attempt to make his death worth something he attacked the zombies with vengeance.
No one knew how long it would take him to turn, but they all knew that he was giving all he had of his life to try to protect them. He knew there was nothing he could do about his own life, and at that moment, instead of mourning his own death he tried to give someone else the chance to live.
The chance to live life, no matter how bad or messed up it got. At least they would have the possibility to do so with his help.
Ali kept screaming and waving her machete shocked and sad that someone lost his life because of her weakness.
Suddenly Ali became a completely different person. Someone she didn't know she could ever be, a person full of rage and wish for revenge. She didn't even know the guy, and he saved her. He sacrificed his own life so that she could live. It didn't seem to her that she was worth it and she decided to make her life count, to help out in any way she could.
In that instant of anger and sadness, she became a fighter. She wasn't a good fighter, there was no way she could be without the proper training, but she made sure no one else had to die protecting her. It was important for her that her weakness didn't kill anyone else.
The squishing sound her machete made when it connected with the zombies made her sick to her stomach, but she didn't stop. She kept cutting and slicing until she could stab it through the head or cut its head off.
They weren't intelligent and probably not so difficult to kill, but she struggled with every kill. For her unpracticed hands, it was such a challenge. It required so much more strength and precision than she expected.
Her hands were aching and it was difficult to go on, but she did it. Obviously, she wasn't the greatest fighter, but she managed to keep the zombies off of her.
It was surprising for her, but she guessed that when it came to life or death situations no one knew what they could or couldn't do.
As for Gala, from the very beginning, she was doing much better than her friend since she was generally a very angry person, and she saw killing zombies as a good outlet for her pant up frustration.
She was terrified but much less squeamish than her friend at that moment because she had a lot to be angry about.
Her anger was like the never-ending fuel that kept her going even when the strength of her untrained body was waning. She was running on pure adrenaline and she never stopped.
There was a lot of shooting around her and one way or another Dominic always seemed to find himself next to her. Although she was irritated by him thinking that she needed help she didn't have enough time to say anything because the zombies kept coming.
One of the zombies approaching her from her left kept his hanging eyeball in his hand as he approached her. The sight of that made her confused. She wasn't sure why but from everything she saw before that it was that sight that made her hesitate.
It seemed to her like the zombie was cradling its eye in the hand trying to protect it. For some strange reason, she felt like the bad guy, trying to hurt an innocent being. It probably had something to do with the fact that it reminded her of a mother cradling her baby and that made her unconsciously lower her weapon.
The zombie started approaching, and she just closed her eyes in confusion. The next thing she knew there was a scream of pain just next to her.
"Spitfire! Snap out of it!" Dominic yelled.
That was when she noticed that he stood in front of her and had, in fact, shot the zombie. There was a huge gaping hole through its forehead, and she could see some trees in the distance through it.
Her brain started clearing and that was when she noticed that Dominic's hand was bleeding with tooth marks visible on it.
"You have been bitten," She said with horror in her eyes.
He tried to protect her, and he was sentenced to death just because her brain stopped working at the worst possible time.
"Why did you do that! It should have been me! I hesitated and I should be the one to pay the price! " Gala started screaming at him angrily.
"I am sorry, Spitfire that is not how it works. You needed help and I wanted to help out. Maybe this means it was my time after all." Dominic said.
Since the zombies were mostly dead by then, she could allow herself to lose her temper.
"You stupid idiot!" She kept shouting at him while tears ran down her face.
"You had no right to do that! I am not going to thank you! It was a stupid thing to do!" Gala said.
"Maybe," Dominic said meditatively.
"But I am glad I did it. The world needs someone like you, Spitfire, someone who is not afraid to speak their mind and fight like a fury. Trust me, you fight with a passion that I never could possess. You can show others how to do the same. I am glad the world will still have you in it to make it feel again like you made me feel after years of emptiness in a short time I have known you." Dominic said as he suddenly pulled her to him for a passionate kiss that she fully returned.
They both felt alive in that one perfect moment, even though nothing was okay and the world was hell.
"Now I can die in peace," he said as he pulled back.
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