|| Mature topics: Strong Language, Gore ||

~ June 15th | 12:08am ~

| Koloku, Kakatae Island |

"Please help me." She begs.

"Fuck!" I hiss and face her.

My eyes connect with a pair of brown eyes belonging to the trickster who was advancing on me but stopped in her tracks when I faced her.

'Shit, my katana and Jungkook's pistol are in my room!' I mentally facepalm.

I shuffle sideways and keep my eyes on her. As soon as we break eye contact I know she's going to attempt to attack me. She slowly moves and follows in my tracks. I move backwards and I soon pass by my shitty recliner. A plan pieces together in my head like a puzzle, and my fingers wrap around the remote resting on the armrest. My eyes are still glued to the trickster who continues in my tracks.

"Why won't you help me?" She softly questions, quickening her pace.

I backpedal and when she gets near my recliner I hurl the TV remote. It completely misses her like I had intended it to do, and it strikes the footrest as she steps in front of it. The footrest flies up, hitting her and it sends her to the floor with a scream of shock mixed with frustration. I turn on my heels as she scrambles to her feet. I sprint down the hallway to my bedroom, the last room on the right. I get halfway there when I hear her footsteps behind me and I push myself to move even faster. My breathing becomes slightly heavy from running and I internally sigh.

'This is karma for not working out the past couple of weeks. Like being attacked and chased by this trickster is karma for talking shit to those old fucks.'

I reach my bedroom door a few steps later. Without any type of hesitation I grab the gold doorknob and twist it. I fling my half rotten, dark brown, wooden door open and dart into my tiny sky blue bedroom. I slam it shut behind me and lock it. Not much time passes before the trickster is at my door. She incoherently screams at me and tries to break my bedroom door down. I back away from the door and a small crack sings in my ears with each hit.

CRACK!

Part of the wood breaks, creating a giant hole in the middle of the door. A big chunk of wood lands on the floor and her now bloody, cut up arm shoots through the hole. She swats at the air and I do what I should've done as soon as I locked the door. I run over to my bed where Jungkook's and I weapons are. I toss the katana over my head. The brown strap comfortably wraps around my upper body and the katana rests across my back. I then pick up my brother's pistol and switch the safety off. I whirl around, aim the gun and pull the trigger.

BANG!

The bullet burrows into the trickster's arm and she lets out a shrill scream as her arm disappears. I take the few extra seconds that I've granted myself to grab the holster that's laying on my dark green cover where I left it. I strap the holster around my hip and as soon as it's on a loud boom fills my ears. My head snaps to the left and my eyes widen at the scene that's currently in front of me. The half rotten door is lying on the white carpet in three pieces, and the trickster is getting up from her place which was on top of my broken door. I aim Jungkook's pistol at her and a bang erupts through the room as I fire the gun.

She rolls out of the way as I pull the trigger, and I internally curse when the bullet embeds itself into the floor instead of her. She jumps to her feet and I pull the trigger a third time. The bullet enters her right shoulder. She stumbles backward into the hallway from the force, and a scream of agony exits her mouth. Numerous loud bangs come from the living room and my heart drops as I realize that the zombies heard the gun go off. I put Kook's gun in its holster and reach behind me.

My hand wraps around the black leather covered handle of the katana and I yank it out of its sheath as the trickster makes a beeline towards me. I tightly hold it with both hands, my knuckles turning white from how hard I'm gripping it. When she's in close proximity I swing the sharp bladed sword and it connects with her neck. It easily cuts through her skin and flesh, decapitating her. Blood squirts out, some landing on me and her head flies to the left. It lands on the carpet, leaning against the wall, and her lifeless body falls to the floor in front of me with a thud.

CRASH!

My head snaps up at the sound of the window in my living room shattering.

"Motherfucker!" I angrily growl under my breath.

I hear loud footsteps come down the hallway and a runner appears in seconds. I raise my katana and bring it downwards. The blade digs into the top of his head, splitting it in half. I rip my sword out of his rotten head and the runner falls to the ground dead. Blood slowly leaks out of his head, the white carpet now stained red. It coats the once shiny silver blade and drips off of it onto the carpet. My ears pick up on several noises which include a stampede of footsteps traveling through the living room and advancing down the hallway along with the roaring of a truck engine.

'People are probably freaking out and trying to escape this disaster in their vehicles.'

I yank Jungkook's pistol out just in time for four runners to enter. I continuously pop off rounds and backtrack to create more distance. The bullet soars into their heads one after the other and the runners drop dead like flies.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

A machine gun from nearby continues to spit bullets out one after another. Several more runners who ignore the machine gun sprint into my room and at me. I shoot them one by one and as the last one is almost in arms reach I pull the trigger one last time.

Click.

"Son of a bitch!" I exclaim, finding myself out of ammo.

The runner shoves me into the nearby wall. My weapons fall out of my hands onto the floor, and I put my arm against his half eaten chest. I use all of my strength and hold him back as much as I can to create some type of distance between us. He snaps his jaw at me and I let out a grunt as I try to push him away even further. My strength begins to run out and the runner gradually grows closer.

THUMP!

I gasp as a hatchet embeds itself into the back of the runners head and the zombie's body goes limp. His grip on my shoulders evaporates, and his body collapses to the floor with a thud. My head shoots up as quick as the bullet did when it came out of the pistol, and my eyes connect with the eyes of the same annoying Korean guy I had just encountered hours earlier.

"You again." I blurt out in disgust.

"Nice to see you too, babe."

I bend down and grab the hatchet. I yank it out of the dead zombie's skull and raise it in the air.

"W-Wait–

Before he can finish his sentence I hurl the hatchet at him.