Theo leapt over a fallen tree trunk, panting heavily as she weaved through the forest. She cursed silently that Lucifer's demons had found her again, and then again when she heard the moans of zombies as well.

Realising she couldn't keep running, Theo opened her pack and took out her knife, aiming at the lead Demon. She chucked it at him and it screeched as it hit him in the leg. She then cursed as she realised she'd thrown her only weapon.

"God damnit!" She jumped at the demon and grabbed the the knife, poking at whoever came near, growling loudly to scare them. "Back off! I'm not afraid to cut you!" She shouted. One of the Demons snickered. "Oh we know Theo! We know you don't care about your lowly brethren anymore!" They flew around her tauntingly, teasing her about how she didn't care, but she could never truly be separated from them.

"Shut up! You're not my brethren! I'm not one of you! I left!" She spat, slashing at one of Demons, cutting the thin flesh on its wings.

"You can never wipe away your history! You can't go back to a human life! You'll never be human again!" Another demon mocked. As it spoke, she heard the moans of zombies in front of her.

Now usually, she could deal with zombies, but it seemed Lucifer had wasted no expense on coming for her, as there was not only a group of demons, but around two dozen zombies were also swarming towards her, and zombies were much harder to deal with on larger numbers. It also didn't help that she was already tired from running from the demons. "God damnit!" She shouted, gripping her knife tighter as she faced the coming hoard.

"It's looks like our work is done here, she'll return to Hell one way or the other, even if it may be a bit messy!" One demon called, and the whole group flew off, leaving Theo on her own with the oncoming zombies. She looked at the zombies with an uneasy feeling rising in her stomach. She'd never liked the zombies, they had this uncanny ability to suck all the life out of the area. It didn't help that Theo had spent the last few millennia torturing their souls and they'd probably have a few grievances to take up with her. She slashed at the zombies, darting to and fro, jabbing at a zombie when she could.

Eventually, she began to tire, slashing over and over again, hitting the same zombies over and over again until they dropped. No matter how hard she fought, they kept pushing her back until she was pressed against a rocky wall. She cursed for the final time, slashing wildly, just trying to make any effort to slow her death. Again. She sunk slowly down, still slashing, although each wave of her arm was significantly weaker. She felt a guttural, screaming, feeling of anguish, flowering through every sinew, nerve and bone of her body. All her aims, she's got another chance, and now she was going back to him. She cried out angrily, she'd come so close! She curled up as the zombies tore at her skin with their nails and she, through the pain, noted that she never got bitten once. So that's what he wanted, to tear her to pieces for running away, it was cruel, even for Satan.

She was on the edge of blacking out when she saw a pair dark shapes fly over her head, landing in the middle of the mob. Through now fuzzy hearing, she could hear laughter and zombie screeches merged together. Her vision went black at the edges and the two shapes finally reached her. They picked her up and slung her arms around their shoulders, she turned her head to look at one of the figures and blacked out.