Time for payback

Looking at Liebe's surprised expression as he suddenly opened his eyes and dodged the bullet, a smile came to Ali's face. Before Liebe could shoot again, Ali kicked his hand, throwing the gun away.

His hands moved to the side, as he grabbed the knife and pulled it out from the corpse nearby. Not wasting any moment he plunged it on Liebe's thighs and kicked him away. Before the swing from a guard could hit him, he did a backflip and moved out of the way.

It all happened in merely a few moments, and by the time the screams of Liebe rang out, Ali was already on his feet holding a wooden bat in his hands.

Ali looked at the 4 guards around him and nodded his head. He turned his head to the side, and saw Kiara standing at the side. A cruel smile came to his face as their eyes met.

"Today's the day, the bitch dies a dog's death." Ali said as he pointed the bat in her direction.

Kiara stared at him and scoffed at him. "You should've run away when you had the chance, Ali. Look at you, bitten by zombies, barely hanging on to your pathetic life. Why're you even struggling? Kill yourself and I'll at least let you have a good buriel, so you don't turn into a zombie."

"Don't worry about me, bitch. Just hide in the corner until I come for you." Ali said to Kiara, while moving backwards to avoid the swing from one of the guards.

As the sneak attack didn't work, Liebe signaled his guards to attack him, while he started limping towards where his gun fell off.

A swing of an iron rod came towards Ali, but he ignored it and ran towards Liebe. The guards moved forwards to block his path, but they'd just taken a step, when Ali moved back and swung his wooden bat at the head of the guard closest to him.

The force behind the bat broke his skull, as blood splattered in the air, along with some broken teeth. The man stood there for a few seconds before his body lost all sensation and he fell down. From the moment he was hit, to the moment he fell down, not a scream escaped his mouth. As he probably never even realized how he died so suddenly.

Instead of fighting the few other guards Ali turned his head back, and threw the bat in his hand at Liebe. Though it missed the head he was aiming for, it still managed to hit Liebe on his back and have him stumble.

Liebe's hands were still covering the wound on his thigh which was constantly bleeding. His eyes turned to look at Ali, who was choking one of the guards, as the others tried to hit him.

"Useless bastards, stop playing around and kill him." He shouted at the guards, who were hesitating if they should hit him, while he's hiding behind one of their members.

Ali started moving backwards as he kept increasing the strength in his hands trying to choke the life away from the struggling guard. The two remaining guards kept following him, as they tried to attack him, but only ended up hitting their friend or missing.

Ali's feet touched the wall behind, as there was no more place for him to move. The guards smiled and moved forwards in their hands a large machete and a metal baseball bat. They both attacked him from both sides, making sure he couldn't dodge.

Yet when their attack was about to land, Ali pushed the unconscious guard in his hands towards the man who was holding the baseball bat, while he himself moved his head back, dodging the deadly slash by a hair's breadth.

His eyes looked at the pieces of hair that were floating in front of his face. Just barely survived.

Before the guard could get his control back and slash at him, Ali grabbed his wrist and twisted his hand, as he moved towards his back in one swift motion.

He grabbed the man's long hair and bashed his head to the wall with all his strength and speed. The force of that sent shock among his wrist as his grip got loose on the man's head. But he grabbed it tightly again, and forced his head against the wall again.

"Never mess with my hair." Ali said, as he dragged the man's head across the wall.

He looked at the glass window at the side and banged the man's head into it. The glass shattered and pieces spread everywhere. Ali pulled the man's body back and threw it aside.

Looking at his bloodied hand, where a few pieces of hair were stuck inside his open bullet wound, Ali just smiled. Payback right.

He bent down and picked the machete from the ground. He looked at the last man who was still struggling, the one who was holding the metal baseball bat earlier.

The man met Ali's gaze and started backing off. His face filled with horror and shock as tears constantly streamed down his eyes. Ali took one step forward, and the man started pleading for his life. "Please, let me go. I d_ didn't do anything. Please, I'll run away, I'll leave this city, you'll never see me again. I have a little son, please let me go. I'm begging _" The man's face was filled with tears, snot and mucus. It looked a little pitiful, but mainly it was disgusting to stare at it.

Ali moved forwards and slashed the machete. The man closed his eyes in fear, as he felt something on his face. He screamed loudly and ended up pissing his pants.

After some time when he didn't feel any pain, he opened his eyes again and touched his neck, feeling everything as it should be. He looked up, only to see the slashed neck of the unconscious man nearby.

"Please _ I have _ "

The man was pleading for his life while crawling backwards, but Ali's cold words cut him off. "You're the last."

As Ali finished his words, he bent down and stabbed the machete deep into the man's heart, ending his life in one swift action.

After he dealt with everyone, Ali stood up again and started walking towards the hallway, where he could see Kiara and Liebe running away.

Ali breathed in and out loudly, trying to suppress the hunger that grew with every breath. He felt his own stomach drying and being empty from everything. The cramping pain and growling sounds were becoming a constant, as it made everything freaking painful.

There was a gnawing sensation in his stomach, as if it was trying to digest itself. It felt empty and hollow, as if there's a void that needed to be filled. His body started going cold, as it tried to conserve the last bit of his energy. While his sense of smell broke through the charts, and he could smell everything clearly. His heartbeat was echoing like a drum in his ears and it felt like he was going to be insane with all these feelings.

"The fight's _ not over yet." Ali said as he shook his head and slapped it. "Just a little bit more. At Least until that bitch is dead." Ali said, looking at the leaving backs of Kiara and Liebe. He forced his body to move forwards, one step, then another, and then another.

His steps moving faster, as his feet picked up the pace, and soon he started running behind them. Each time his feet pushed himself forward, it felt he was getting drowned in darkness, yet his eyes remained fixed on Kiara and Liebe.

"Stop running, bitch." Ali said, when he saw Liebe turning back and starting shooting at him, yet his body kept moving forwards, unable to stop. He closed his eyes, as the sounds of bullets echoed in his ears, deafening him. He closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, the bullets coming towards him became a lot slower. He could see them clearly now.

His brain wasn't capable enough to think what was happening to him, or how it was possible, it just kept running forward and moved to the side whenever a bullet was about to hit him.

When Liebe's bullets ended and his fingers just kept pulling the trigger. Ali looked at his face and threw the machete in his hands with all his strength. The machete flew and turned in the air as it ended up being etched in Liebe's leg, etching it on the ground.

"Got you now, bitch." Ali said, as he saw Liebe pinned there and forced his body even more to move forwards. He started smiling like a maniac as the image of Kiara trying to help Liebe came to his view. The sound of Liebe screaming in pain as both his legs got wounded, was music to his ears, no matter how loud it was.

"You owed me your lives, traitors. And it's time to pay it back." Ali screamed loudly, as his voice echoed in the empty hallway.

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A/N - forgive moi that it got dragged out again👀