Chapter 11
If anyone could see through Enrie’s face mask, they would be quite shocked at what they would find underneath all that beeping metal. Where should be a look of terror brought on by what seemed to be his oncoming gruesome death was actually a grinning face of a man who was enjoying what was going on.
f**k YOU! THAT’S FOR MAYA!!
His mind screamed but he knew better than to put his thoughts of revenge in words. He was enjoying killing them, the ones who have taken his beloved little sister from him.
It wasn’t them who killed me, it was our parents…
Someone said inside his head, a voice very much not his, in fact it sounded like a girl’s…
His finger froze for a few seconds, just enough time for a Walker to grab him from behind, the hideous abomination of a woman about to sink its teeth on his unprotected bicep. “SIR!!”, a voice of a man screamed into his earpiece, sending him back to reality. Enrie elbowed the female Walker on its jaw, sending the thing chittering as it howled in pain, only to resume trying to take a chunk of Enrie. But it never got the chance to do so, its intended victim thrusting the gleaming blade of a bayonet into its throat and with ragged sawing motions, decapitated her awkwardly. Jets of dark coagulated blood sprayed unto Enrie’s chest and faceplate, the man wiping his vision clear of the fluid with his armoured forearm to let himself survey their current bleak situation. From the corner of his eyes he can see the new girl named Quinn hacking her way through the Infected, crimson stains coating her all over. His own men were busy fighting for their own lives, hacking and shooting a gory path through the hordes of monstrosities that are in between them and the remains of a once great city they have now called home.
Is she singing?!
He distinctly heard a happy tune, his hearing heightened by the machinery of his mechanized helmet. Yes she is singing!, he thought in shock, yet that did not stop him to continue fighting.
