Chapter 8

I rush upstairs shutting the door behind me. I’m safe, for now. I hear the door creak open- Ashley, covered in blood, her hair a mess, her arm still bleeding, she cocks her pistol, she must have picked it back off.

“This time, bitch, you aren’t going to escape.”

She then presses the gun to my head, grabbing my blaster from it’s holster and my knife from it’s sheath then shoves me to the floor.

She smirks at me, then she laughs manically, “Well, before I kill you I’d like to thank you for the blaster and knife, and thanks for being a distraction for the NeuroSick so I can get away.”

I hear her press the trigger, there’s a loud bang but I’m still alive. The barrel was empty and the gun just shot nothing out. Phew… I take the chance now she’s distracted to sweep her leg and knock her over, I then snatch the gun, throwing it at the wall, then picking my knife up off the floor where Ashley’d tossed it.

“I don’t think I’ll be dying today, hmm?”

I then point my knife at her, she grabs a knife from her pocket. Then she swipes at me, I shove her hand down so she stumbles forward and stabs her in the forearm. She screams in pain, it’s bloodcurdling and angered. She then slashes me across my cheek. She then grabs me and throws me to the floor, she lunges herself on me, the knife pointed at me, I’m blocking her with my arm, I scramble for my knife but Ashely kicks it away, she presses the knife closer to my throat, I can feel it, it’s sharp and it hurts… I’m not sure if I’m going to make it…

I shove her off me in the last seconds, snatching the knife from her and then turning it on her so now I’m pinning her with the knife, she grabs my knife from the floor and stabs me in the shoulder, I thrust myself off her in pain. My gas mask is still on me. I stumble back in pain, yanking the knife out my shoulder and stabbing her in the knee. She screams again. I grit my teeth as she yanks the knife out her knee walking over to me but falls over. I grab the scanner from the floor. She’s not clear, she’s infected. She starts scrambling up at me, then pins me to the wall, I shove her on the floor again. She yells in pain again. She’s staring at me again, she’s on her knees, her hair loose and messy, she’s staring at the floor, she’s crying.

“Ashley… I came here to get you to apologise but this is enough karma for you… I’m sorry… I didn’t want to fight you… I. I just wanted to talk to you and I’m sorry it came to this.”

Ashley’s sobbing hard, I place my hand on her shoulder.

“Do you know you're infected?”

She then grabs a knife off the floor and tries to stab me, but I knock the knife out her hand. I stand up. “Ashley… I’m sorry…”
“I’m sorry for how you have no heart.”

I shove the knife into her stomach, turning it, pulling it out then stabbing her in the neck and twisting it.

“Go to hell…”