Chapter 13
"Now, this is your absolute final heads-up," Helen's voice echoed, breaking the silence with an unwavering tone. Her eyes, sharp and determined, betrayed no hint of hesitation. "Step forward, and it's lights out. Scatter now, or face the consequences."
A ripple of unease spread among the followers, their glances darting nervously as they grappled with conflicting loyalties torn between the deceptive allure of the pseudo priest and the palpable danger embodied by Helen.
"Didn't catch that? I'll say it again: scram!" Helen's command resonated, her grip tightening on the gun. It rose steadily to shoulder level, its ominous presence underscored by the intensity in her eyes, pointing directly at the undecided group.
"She can't kill us; let's get her," urged one of the followers.
"Yeah, she can't do it. If she had the power, she would've done it already instead of just firing warning shots," added another follower.
"Let's go after her!" declared another with determination in his eyes.
As the followers voiced their intentions, Daniel, filled with anxiety, bellowed, "Oh, crap! Run, Helen!"
However, Daniel's desperate plea was drowned out by the resounding chants of the followers, now fervently shouting, "Kill her!" The urgency in the air heightened as they closed in, creating a tense atmosphere of impending conflict.
The followers closed in on Helen with every passing second, their footsteps pounding the ground loudly. As they approached, Helen's voice rang out, "Stay back, or I'll shoot for real! Didn't you hear me?"
Undeterred, the relentless followers continued running towards her, their chilling screams of "kill" filling the air. Suddenly, a gunshot echoed through the tense atmosphere, bringing down one of the front-line pursuers. The fallen follower sprawled on the ground, only to be callously stepped on by the others, who disregarded their fallen comrade and pressed on in their frenzied pursuit of Helen.
The followers closed in on Helen with every passing second, their footsteps pounding the ground loudly. As they approached, Helen's voice rang out, "Stay back, or I'll shoot for real! Didn't you hear me?"
Undeterred, the relentless followers continued running towards her, their chilling screams of "kill" filling the air. Suddenly, a gunshot echoed through the tense atmosphere, bringing down one of the front-line pursuers. The fallen follower sprawled on the ground, only to be callously stepped on by the others, who disregarded their fallen comrade and pressed on in their frenzied pursuit of Helen.
The old man, liberated from the clutches of the followers by Helen's timely intervention, seized his flamethrower. In a fiery display, he unleashed bursts of flames, scorching the followers in his path. With unwavering determination, he sprinted toward Helen, bellowing, "Get away from me, you horny bastards!"
Daniel, matching the old man's urgency, rushed in Helen's direction. Gripping the back of his assault rifle, he swung it skillfully, striking the encroaching followers. In a relentless chorus, he shouted, "Move! Get your hands off her, you bastards!" The chaotic scene unfolded, flames licking the air, as the trio fought to break free from the menacing followers.
Amidst the chaotic turmoil, both Daniel and the old man pressed forward, determined to reach Helen. The followers, consumed by their base desires, engaged in a savage struggle to claim the dubious honor of being the first with Helen. In the midst of the scuffle, one follower forcefully shoved another already atop Helen, declaring, "Get off! I'm the first in line for to get laid!"
The skirmish escalated into a riot, with followers turning on each other as they vied for dominance. The unsettling scene unfolded around Helen, who, witnessing the pandemonium, let out a desperate scream, pleading for help. Her cry pierced the tumultuous air, prompting Daniel to unleash a primal roar, "Nooo, get off her, you bastards!"
Undeterred by the bedlam, Daniel directed his energy towards the chaos, repeating, "Helen!, you bastard, get off her!" His voice echoed through the pandemonium, a rallying cry against the disturbing spectacle unfolding before them.
The old man halted, taking a brief pause, and glanced backward. A surprised expression crossed his face as he beheld a scene that spelled danger approaching.
With urgency, he clasped Daniel by the collar of his shirt, his eyes reflecting concern. "Come here, let's run, and we gotta run away fast."
Daniel, determined and resolute, pushed the old man's hands away from his collar. "No, I can't leave without saving Helen."
"Will you listen to me, kid, and look at behind us?" the old man screamed out, his voice cutting through the chaos.
But the scream of one follower, desperate for help, echoed just behind him, causing Daniel to reflexively turn around. His eyes widened as he witnessed the followers being devoured by a relentless horde of zombies, engulfing him in a nightmarish tableau.
"Oh, shit," Daniel exclaimed, his mouth hanging open in sheer disbelief as the grim reality unfolded before him.