Chapter 29: Let There Be Sound

I fought my way to where Charles was. My hunting knife and the baton worked better together. It would be a lie if I said that, seeing them fall one by one, did not bring me some satisfaction. For lives that were once sacred they fell like sacks of potatoes. Twice now, I had felt the closest thing to exhilaration, that I had ever felt. The fact that both times were when I was fighting for my life was not lost on me. Somehow, the fact that any of these infected people could be the thing that ended me made this moment seem more precious.