The Two Survivors - Chpt 2 [English - US]
The Two Survivors [English - US]
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The Two Survivors is a fan comic and book series, created by Antony Bindilatti and in suggestion and in partnership with Priscilla2Warrior, also known as Priscilla McGee. The series brings together different stories from the characters from famous series such as Claymore (trademark of Norihiro Yagi and Madhouse Studio) and The Walking Dead (Robert Kirkman and Telltales Games by The Walking Dead: Michonne), all focusing on some journeys, some action. and some fun with your favorite characters (and some less).
The story focuses on two young girls: Priscilla and Paige. Priscilla is a newly formed Organization warrior after taking her place as Number 2, and Paige is one of the survivors after a zombie apocalypse devastated Georgia and turned victims into Walkers.
And when the two survivors meet, a long, tireless journey begins and they will have to fight to survive.
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Three hours passed after Paige and Priscilla left the hospital. The situation seemed to have calmed down as they were away from that zombie-infested place.
However, it was an unknown world out there. They were alone in the middle of a vast deserted city, with no suitable place to shelter, no proper food to replenish their forces consumed during their escape, and no one they could know to help them. Just to find nothing.
The young girl in the hospital gown looked around for something that might be a sign of shelter or survivors. In the midst of her gaze she saw her new friend and guardian breaking the path ahead.
“Hey…” she called Priscilla.
Hearing her, the warrior paused for a moment to talk.
“Yes, Paige?”
“You know, back at the hospital… I don't even know how to thank you for showing up and saving me from the zombies.” replied the nervous girl.
Priscilla smiled at her. “It's all right, Paige. I am also glad that you are alive to help me find something in this world.”
“Help her find something in this world”? What did she refer to as ‘something’?
“I'm sorry, but what kind of thing are you looking for?” Paige asked.
“I don't know what it would be. But it seems to me it would be a way for me to return to my world.”
“Your world? Like, where do you live?”
“That's right.”
“And… What does this world you came from look like?” Paige asked curiously, without having a complete answer back at the hospital.
At Paige's question, Priscilla was about to answer it until she felt something hovering in the air. To her it seemed a sign of imminent danger.
“Paige, I know you have many questions. But now I can't answer them.”
“What is it? More zombies?”
“Perhaps. Or perhaps something else. We need to go.”
With no time to waste, Paige continued her journey alongside Priscilla. As much as they had to go on, the trip was getting more and more exhausting, especially when it came to finding shelter to protect themselves from the zombies.
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The two survivors arrived at a store where they were. All they could find were some crackers, cereals and some canned goods. Not much, but enough for a few days. In addition, it used to sell some clothes, sporting goods and even hunting.
While Priscilla went to check for a bag or something to carry their supplies, Paige spotted some clothes on a workbench. She was still wearing that hospital gown she wore after the bullet surgery on her chest. As she looked at that piece of furniture, Paige selected a few pieces from the set that drew her attention to wear. Beige trousers, a long-sleeved white shirt with some green parts, a dark short-sleeved shirt, a pair of shoes, and a few pieces of underwear were the ones she chose to wear.
Her friend approached her with some portions of food. When she entered the clothing store, Paige was removing the gown from her body, revealing the bandage that covered the scar of the surgery.
“Priscilla!” startled Paige. In reaction, she put her hand to cover her pubis.
The warrior was examining her body. She extended her hand at the suture covered by the first-aid bandages, which triggered a certain fear in the other.
“What are you doing?!” she asked in amazement.
“It's all right, Paige. I won't do anything bad for you. Besides, I'm a girl, like you. There is no reason for it.” replied the warrior as she placed her hand on that area of Paige's body.
“Aren't you a… lesbian?” Paige asked as she swallowed nervously and was reluctant to let Priscilla examine her.
“Lesbian? What is it?” Priscilla asked without knowing what it was about.
“It's when… two girls get very… closely together and… some things too personal happen between them. Are… you?”
“I'm, no.” she said, a little embarrassed. “Actually I'll just examine your wound. There is nothing more I have for you except your safety and well-being.”
That answer calmed Paige. At this, she let her friend examine the scar as she cut a piece of the bandages and removed it from her body. And what she can see was metal wires keeping that cut closed until it was completely healed.
Priscilla pressed her fingers there, causing her friend to be slightly startled. The sensation she had was sudden, but she got used to having Priscilla as someone to trust. Concluding the examination, the warrior's hand dropped from that region.
“So? How was it?”
“Well, the bruise is almost closed. One more day and you won't need it.”
“Are you… a doctor?”
“No. But because of the skills, I can feel how others are. If I had the means to heal the wounds of others, I wouldn't be an offensive warrior.”
“Offensive?”
At that question, Priscilla withdrew her sword from the carrier to show the hilt of her sword. Paige, while about to dress in the clothes selected from the counter, paid attention to Priscilla.
“We in the Organization have received a position as a warrior according to our abilities. Offensive warriors, endowed with physical strength to use crushing blows or agility for acrobatic maneuvers, receive a red hilt sword. Defensive warriors, endowed with regenerative abilities or greater physical endurance, carry green hilt swords.”
“And yours? What does blue represent?” Paige asked as she put on her bra and beige pants.
“This sword is given to Single Digit warriors. The best and strongest of the Organization.”
“The strongest? And what do you mean Single Digit?” she asked as she put on her black shirt.
“Currently we consist of the warriors in rank 1 through 47. From the first to the tenth, we are classified as Single Digit. For this reason, our swords must be blue-handled. After Number 11, each warrior receives a sword according to their order: Defensive or offensive.”
Finally Paige put on her green-and-white sleeve t-shirt.
“As warriors, it is our role to protect humans from the Yoma in exchange for the agreement we have with them. From our fidelity to humans we cherish protecting them.”
As much as her last conversation wasn't long ago, Paige remembered her mentioning the name Yoma. But what really are these “Yoma”?
“Yoma? What are they?”
“They are our mortal enemies and human's nightmare. They attack through the shadows, feed on human guts and brains, and pass through them to attack others. Humans cannot distinguish Yoma from the rest of the human population, but we can.”
“How?”
“Because of our abilities. Since we can sense the presence of a Yoma among humans, it is up to us to dispatch them to keep their peace and safety from the monsters we hunt.”
Paige was surprised and shocked to hear from Priscilla the story about Yoma. She hopes there's no such thing in her world. Since the zombies are scary enough, imagine a Yoma posing as a human – wandering in this deserted city in search of human flesh.
Without further ado, the warrior stowed her sword back into the carrier and prepared to walk again.
“Well, that's it for today. I know you have more questions you want to ask, but I'm afraid we can't stay still for long.”
Young Paige agreed with the warrior. Concluding the conversation, they went looking for other things they could enjoy on their journey to survival. Leaving the clothing store, they passed the hunting store. Most of the hunting rifles were from notable factories like Remington, Winchester, Ruger, Mauser, and some of the former Springfield Armory. What it could have was also some pistols and sniper weapons for the purpose of self defense and target shooting training.
Priscilla saw no interest in getting any hunting or pressure guns to count on other than the sword, but Paige chose a Marlin Model 25 – bolt-action hunting rifle; and a Colt M1911 pistol. Even though she had no military weapons training, Paige sensed that she could shoot down some zombies. Seeing Priscilla staring at the benches, she decided to call her.
“Priscilla, don't you think about getting a hunting rifle or gun?”
“No. I wouldn't get along with one of those.”
“Even if you could face the zombies with your mighty sword, I don't know if by chance, unbeatable numbers emerge that might overwhelm you and your abilities.”
“In any case, let's hope it's an imaginary situation.”
Both survivors had their bags and weapons ready to go. There was nothing else they could take from the shops, and from there they went outside to brave the exterior.
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Back outside the city, Priscilla and Paige resumed their journey for survival. The current situation remained calm, but the warrior sensed that any ambush could arise at any moment.
Empty houses and buildings, broken-down shops and markets, filthy garbage dumps, and streets littered with parked cars and papers lying on the floor. Paige was still scared just looking at that haunted environment. Priscilla remained alert, waiting for zombies or something terrifying to ambush them.
As they crossed an avenue, a figure emerged from the left, running toward the parking lot, one of the main landmarks of this place.
“Priscilla?” called Paige by surprise.
“Yes, Paige. I saw it. And it's running to the parking lot.”
“Do you think it's a survivor?”
“I don't know. Nor does it seem to be a zombie by the behavior of its steps.”
They kept their gaze on the runaway figure toward that place.
“Can we investigate that place to see where the fugitive goes?” asked the young survivor with the rifle in her hand.
“It's risky, Paige. And we can't waste time on investigations. The sun will set faster as we deviate from our goal.” Priscilla pointed at the horizon of the setting sun. And as zombie activity would become more active in the middle of the night, it would be too risky for both of them to be homeless, facing the undead creatures until they succumbed.
“Even if we lose some time, we can get help from survivors if we can find one.”
Priscilla sighed in discomfort. She worried a lot about Paige's safety. However, the warrior knew that other survivors could help her with finding what might be the way to her world.
“Let's go, Paige. We will go to where our shadowy figure will end.”
Priscilla and Paige went after what came into their eyes, heading for the parking lot on this avenue. The place seemed small from where they were, but as they approached it got bigger and bigger. And all they could see from there were a few bits of concrete on the floor, a potholed roof, and a few cars that had fallen to the floor. The lighting of the place varied from one point to another. Some lamps were broken, some were flashing, and some were on.
The survivors were advancing into the parking lot, passing next to a van with a headlight on. Priscilla felt that the chance of things getting worse would increase when they got deeper into this ruined place. At that, she placed her right hand on the hilt of her sword. Paige, who looked around her and her friend, kept her rifle up.
The next step they took, they heard the sound of a car door closing. They paused for a moment to look for the source of the noise. They walked toward a fleet of abandoned cars on the right, believing that the source of the noise came from one of them. Paige raised her rifle high as she walked, and Priscilla drew her sword from the carrier. One of the cars kept the lights on, which could be risky if someone wants to hide from burglars. And when they approached it, it was a surprise.
“No! Don't hurt us!” said a frightened woman's voice.
It was a woman about thirty-nine, with pink skin and long dark brown hair. Part of her face was stained with dirt, a sign that had fallen to the ground for a few moments. And in her arms were two boys, ages 14 and 16. The one on the left had light brown hair, a white shirt with a blue border and gray pants. This seemed to be the youngest of them. And the one on the right was dark brown, wearing corrective glasses, a lime green T-shirt with dark green edges, and brown pants. This one seemed to be the oldest. Both have rosy skin like their mother's.
Both girls were amazed to see them alive. Apparently they must have survived the zombie apocalypse, just like Paige. But how did they get into this forgotten parking lot?
“Please, don't hurt us! We were just looking for food and we didn't know there were people in the store.” said the younger boy.
Looking at each other, they decided to keep their weapons. “It's okay. We will not hurt you.” said Priscilla to calm them.
“We are survivors, like you.” completed Paige.
Hearing those comforting voices, that family calmed down and slowly rose from the ground.
“Are you… are you girls?” asked the boys' mother.
“Yes we are. I am Paige. This is my friend and guardian, Priscilla.” introduced the young survivor and her friend.
“I am… Alice. These are Andrew and Mark.” introduced the woman being called Alice and her children in order from right to left. “We thought you were robbers or those walking zombies.”
“Uh-uh” denied Priscilla. “We were looking for shelter until we spotted someone heading here.”
“This was me.” answered Mark. By age and appearance, she counted an advantage in running farther than her mother or brother. “I went looking for food in that store where you were. But when I saw you at the gun shop, I was scared that you were robbers.”
“Oh no. We are not. We just needed food and weapons to defend ourselves.” answered Paige.
“Do you have any weapons to defend yourself?” the warrior asked them.
“No. We do not have one.” answered Andrew.
“I don't like the idea of taking a life, even if it is for self defense.” replied Alice.
“Also, you don't like that Andrew will be part of the Army as soon as he comes of age.” commented Mark.
Hearing that, her mother didn't like the way her youngest son talked about his brother wanting to be an Army soldier. “Mark! How rude of you! Forgive my son. He didn't say it badly.”
“No problem.” answered Paige.
“Even so, Dad would like me to take on this role to protect this country from harm,” said Andrew.
“Andrew, I told you, I don't like to see you with a rifle in your hand!” she said angrily.
“Just a question. Are you from any religious group that is against gun ownership?” asked the young survivor.
“Actually, I was part of a community that values harmony and unity among people, without resorting to military intervention or activity.”
“They even look like hippie groups.” commented Mark associating the former activist movement against the intense US military enlistment during the Vietnam War.
“Mark! I'm sorry for his behavior.”
“No problem Alice.” answered Priscilla, not even knowing what it was about because she was from another world.
And at the same moment, she sensed something approaching them. Specifically, the mother of the boys. At an astonishing speed, she drew her sword and threw it over Alice's right shoulder. And the target hit by her was a zombie who was about to move on her and bite her neck.
“Mother!” shouted the frightened boys.
Alice was amazed to see the incredible speed of Priscilla's reaction. Fortunately, her life was saved by that young swordswoman. And as she withdrew her sword from the zombie's head, the attacker fell hard, like a junk doll on the floor.
“Everyone, let's get out of here!” called Priscilla.
The survivors rushed away from the body. The place began to be infested with new zombies as they passed various rubble and fallen cars. From the upper floors, surroundings, and ground, the undead monsters sprang up to surround and pursue that group. As some rose near the survivors, Priscilla tore their heads with her sword.
Approaching the entrance to the parking lot, the two survivors marveled that the sky was orange with blue covering from above. This means that twilight has come. And as night comes as an omnipotent adversary to be confronted at rest, the only option was to find a temporary shelter in the parking lot.
Paige spotted an emergency door to the lower levels of that place. What would make it a temporary zombie-proof shelter.
“Over there! Let's go!” she called.
Priscilla and the family went with Paige to the door running. During the escape, they were knocking down some zombies on the way to safety. The survivor with the rifle could hit a few shots to the head while the swordsman cut the others at that weak spot. Andrew, Mark, and Alice ran as fast as they could to the door. And when they arrived, they opened the door for everyone to come in and close for good, depriving the zombies of the only passage to reach them.
The group made it safely. They closed the door with some metal rods and bars to lock it and keep the monsters from crossing. As much as they have a bit of their old thinking ability, it took time to break in and open the door. It was enough for the group to escape alive and run into some sort of warehouse for the parking cleaning and janitorial staff.
Entering, the boys sat on the floor, Alice put her right hand on the wall with the other in her heart, Paige and Priscilla stood to recover from their escape.
“Good thing we managed to escape,” said Paige with relief.
“I agree with you.” agreed Andrew.
“Well, that was close. I'm surprised your sword didn't catch my head.” said Alice as she got up and looked at Priscilla. “At least, thank you for saving my life and the life of my children, Priscilla.”
“You're welcome. I didn't want that zombie to attack you in the back.” replied the guardian.
“And now, what will we do?” asked Mark.
“Now we wait until dawn and we can find a way out of here.” replied the warrior.
“But can't we get out of here while we have a chance?” asked the eldest son.
“It's risky, Andrew.”
“Not to mention the zombies can chase us in the middle of the night. For this reason, we need to rest while we are sheltered.” completed Paige.
“The girls are right, Andrew. Let's wait until tomorrow and hope those monsters are no longer there.” said Alice.
“All right, mom.”
“Yes mom,” said Mark.
“Well, let's sleep? I'll find the right place for you to lie down.”
The two boys went with Alice to a warehouse place to sleep. Just before bedtime, Paige went to open her purse to remove food. That done, she called that family.
“Hey. Do you wanna eat something?” she offered.
With a few matches and candles, Alice lit a few to light up the warehouse. Paige and Priscilla removed some food and water to share with them. The boys didn't waste a second as they went to them and were given a packet of crackers and cans of food. Alice, while showing no interest in canned goods, accepted at least as a sign of goodwill. What they could share with that family was enough to feed them tonight before bed. Since Priscilla could not eat much due to her physical build from Claymore, she gave most of her meal to Paige.
“Huh? Aren't you hungry, Priscilla?” asked Paige.
“No. I don't eat the same way you do.”
“No? But then, how do you regain your strength with some food?”
“I can go several days without eating and without drinking. And as much as I can eat is at least a bite or two.”
“Looks like you came from a country that spends most of its time without eating,” said Andrew.
“Andrew.” called his mother.
“Something like that. But that is precisely it.”
“Hey Alice, won't you eat?”
“I don't usually eat too much canned food or crackers.”
“I imagine the community that was part of it would not accept such a meal.” said Priscilla, figuring the community she was part of was against processed foods.
“No. Actually I'm used to food that I like to prepare.”
“Hmmm, food that mother prepares is usually really tasty.” commented Paige.
“Sure thing.” answered the boys' mother. Amid the look of laughter, she changed to a slight sadness. “But now, with no home to live, no cooking utensils, we will have this to keep us alive.”
Paige sat before her as she ate. The taste of pasta mixed with salted water descended in her throat as she digested that portion of the cracker. And on swallowing, she withdrew a small bottle of water to drink.
“Good times were those. There were times when there were no such things as zombies, missing or dead people, and ghost towns.”
“Hey Alice, before our meeting in the parking lot, how did you and your kids survive in this zombie-filled world?”
That question took the woman by surprise. Still sad for your experience from the apocalypse.
“Before the apocalypse, my husband and I… used to be a united family. Andrew was born on the day I turned 23. Then Mark came when I was 25 years old. It was a time of pure happiness and prosperity that we had.”
“But after that, everything changed.” continued Andrew.
Priscilla turned her gaze to them. “The zombie apocalypse?”
“Yes. At first I thought they were those characters in silly games of Andrew's friends. But when the news announced that a strange outbreak of disease had begun to attack hospitals and morgues, people from various corners of the city became ill and began to act strangely. As if they were no longer themselves.” answered Alice.
“And when Daddy arrived early from work, he called us to leave the house quickly,” said Mark.
“Work? What was your father working on?” asked Paige.
“He was an officer. He worked with the local Atlanta police. He wanted my children to one day serve the United States Army, but I was always against his idea.” replied the boys' mother. “But one night, when we were running away from home to seek shelter, we spotted three people chasing us. They were beside themselves, acting and behaving strangely.”
“Dad did everything to ensure our safety, and when he stumbled on the ground…” said Andrew, until Alice interrupted him to complete.
“… Asked us to run to the shelter without him. He started shooting at the coming zombies, but… too many to contain. We could only hear the gunshots of his gun, and… his screams of pain. After it all seemed to be over, people in the same shelter as us took action to get food and another shelter. Until they never came back. After all, we try to move on. We went out to look for help and supplies, but had no luck.”
“Until we find you.” completed Mark.
Paige smiled at him. “Yes, Mark. You met us there at the hunter shop.”
“And you? They are also in this struggle for survival. What did they do before the apocalypse?”
“I protected humans in a village of the world that I came from.” answered Priscilla.
“And I was admitted to the local hospital.” answered Paige.
“Admitted? What happened to you, Paige?” asked Alice, surprised.
“I was shot in the chest. Now, what I was doing… I can't remember for sure.” answered the girl, pointing to where the surgery scar is. “When I woke up, the hospital was infested with zombies, and I had to run to the exit. And that's where I met Priscilla.”
“It's quite a story,” said Andrew.
“Yeah.”
“And… out of curiosity, do you know anything that is somewhat… different from the ordinary?”
“What do you mean ‘different from the ordinary’?” asked Alice.
“I am looking for something that can be a means of returning to my world. Do you know something like that?” said Priscilla.
The family replied that they did not know something Priscilla had said. Meanwhile, Andrew commented that he would help the warrior as best he could. Mark yawned from sleep and almost closed his eyes. Alice hugged him.
“Well, now is the time to rest. The food was good, thanks Priscilla and Paige. We need sleep to be ready to resume our journey.” called Alice.
Andrew and Mark lay on their mother's lap. Priscilla withdrew her sword from the carrier to put it on the floor and put her back on the blade to sleep. That done, the others wondered how she went to bed. Paige lay on the floor to sleep.
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Ten minutes passed when the group fell asleep. Paige opened her eyes slightly, feeling that she couldn't sleep after that story. She lifted a little to make sure of something. And when she looked at Priscilla, she decided to call her.
“Priscilla. Priscilla.” she called her.
The warrior opened her eyes at the girl's voice.
“Paige? What's it? Couldn't you fall asleep?”
“I… I need to talk to you about something.”
Priscilla got up from the floor to talk to Paige. They went to a corner of the warehouse, past the woman and her sleeping children. When they reached the wall, they put their backs to support them in that place. Paige looked at her friend as she settled down.
“Say Paige. I imagine it has to do with how we get out of here.”
“Almost. But it is more related to them.” she said about that family.
“What do you mean?”
“You said you were looking for something that is a way back into your world. But they are not sure what it would be. Much still for both of us.”
“Right. That's true. But, what's your point?”
“We need to find a suitable place for them to take shelter. We cannot let them get hurt on our journey for survival.”
“Even if we were to leave them to safety, what chance would they have if something bad happened along the way?”
“I know, Priscilla.”
“And even if there is a place that is truly safe, without zombies, where do you believe it is safe?”
“Maybe I know where.” said a voice that caught their attention.
When they turned to see, the owner of the voice was Alice. She must have woken up when they started talking about a place where it would be safe for her and her children.
“Alice?” asked Paige.
“Weren't you sleeping with your children?” asked Priscilla.
“I heard you were talking about a suitable place for my children and me. Maybe I can help you with that.”
The two girls exchanged glances with each other, then resumed attention on the grown woman.
“And where do you think it is safer?”
“In the south.” replied the woman with a map in her hand that she had taken from her purse. “I imagine the apocalypse hasn't spread to the south. As the sea and air routes are limited to authorized personnel and strangers are not well received without an appropriate pass, I believe driving by car on the main highway and crossing the Mexican border will be enough to leave this country.”
Regarding Alice's choice of a safe place to find shelter for her and her children, Priscilla and Paige were looking at each other. With that feeling that there is an unknown chance that the apocalypse has not spread south from Mexico to the countries of South America.
“Do you believe it is safe for you to live there?” asked Priscilla.
“But of course, Priscilla. After all, I have everything in order to get out of here.”
“With what car and where in Mexico?” asked Paige.
At that question, Alice was a little quiet. The way the survivor asked seemed to question a woman's ability to get her children out of this city, even if a large part is nonexistent.
Paige, although she had gained a lot of survival experience from Priscilla, compared to hers that had been hiding for a long time from the zombies, felt something in Alice's plan that might not work. How could you be sure that the South was not really affected? In return, the woman smiled without showing much indifference.
“I know you have a lot of questions about my abilities and how we will get out of here. But do not worry. As soon as dawn comes, I will tell you all how it will be done.” she said smiling. Looking at her children, she remembered that it was still night and that they needed to rest after their escape. “Can we go back to sleep? Good night girls.”
Alice returned to where Andrew and Mark were to relocate and sleep. Paige still believed that answer was not enough. When Priscilla noticed that sensation in the other, she decided to call her.
“Paige, do you think she's hiding something from us?” asked the warrior about that conversation with Alice.
“I am not sure. But I feel she has more things to say. I just don't know if she wants to tell us everything at once.”
Looking at them a little, Paige wondered. How can they live with all this, and there is a possibility that they cannot find what they expected to find?
“Paige, I know you're worried about them. Me too. We just don't know if the directions can continue in one direction.”
“And where, Priscilla?! I don't know if Mexico or anywhere else is safe for all of us!” said Paige, raising her tone a little.
Priscilla asked her to silence a little. Mark turned a little while asleep. Not yet awake, which relieved both of them. And they also needed to make sure no zombie heard a loud voice and to be attracted to it.
“Paige, you're too worried for them. I know. But you need not be exalted. Look, let's go along with what Alice planned and hope they're right. OK? Well, with nothing more to say, we need to get back to our resting corners.” concluded Priscilla.
The latter returned her sword thrust into the ground, resting her back on the blade and fell asleep. Paige was still uneasy about their fate. Still, she decided to lie on the floor and sleep.
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The next day, the sun rose on the dark horizon of the night. What was covered by the shadows of the buildings and houses lifts up by the light. And parts of the car were lit by the sun, revealing a contingency of zombies. Some wandered through the cars and corridors. Others were standing, sitting or standing waiting for some prey.
Paige was still lying on the floor, resting quietly. In the midst of her rest, Andrew and Mark came to wake her up. The younger of them extended his hand on her shoulder while the older approached her ear to call her.
“Paige. Paige, wake up.” called Andrew in the ear of the sleeping girl. Mark poked her in the shoulder.
With that touch and the voice flowing through all the senses of her body, Paige was slowly waking up from her sleep, yawning and raising her arms high.
“Uh, Mark? Andrew? What… what happened?” Paige asked as she woke up.
“Priscilla asked everyone to wake up.” answered Andrew.
“Those zombies from yesterday began to invade the corridors, and it doesn't take long to get here.” completed Mark.
Hearing that, her eyes widened in fear and she went to get up the hunting rifle and go to the door where Claymore was. Arriving from the warrior, she met Alice. She was leaning against the wall behind Priscilla to protect herself if the walking dead went through the door and infested that janitor's warehouse. Her children reunited with her after waking Paige.
Paige approached Priscilla as she held her sword, waiting for the first zombie attack.
“Priscilla?” called Paige with the hunting rifle.
“The zombies have come through the parking lot door and are wandering the corridors.”
The survivor looked at Alice and her children, then at the door. Priscilla remained quiet with the sword in readiness.
“It's fifteen of them. Fifteen zombies wandering in the corridors.”
“Fifteen? How do you know that?” Paige asked, surprised that her guardian knew how many of them.
“There is a small hole in the door. It is enough to see them.” she said, letting go of the door, allowing Paige a chance to see.
Going to the corner used by the other, the girl saw that small group of zombies wandering aimlessly in the hallway.
“And now, what will we do?”
“I can channel my Yoki to my abilities and take down that group at once.”
“Yoki? What is it?”
“It's the energy I have to use my skills. In addition to me, the Organization's warriors, the Yoma and the Awakened, we own Yoki and use it to face countless adversities in combat.”
“OK. I don't know if I could figure it all out at once, but can we get out of here if we knock them down?” asked Alice as she approached them.
“Even if the other zombie waves come from several sides, we will have a chance to escape once the path to the parking lot is clear.” answered Priscilla.
Outside, the group of zombies were still in the corridor looking for something alive to feed on. And when they heard the door open, they were drawn to the sound and the girl who came with the sword in her hand. Without a minute of waiting, the creatures ran toward her to attack.
Quietly, Priscilla closed her eyes as she came against that current. In an instant, he opened them again and an intense surge of energy emanated from her body, and in an amazing act, jumped forward. The zombie bodies were torn to pieces and their heads torn in half.
Paige and the others were amazed to see the warrior's incredible advance in eliminating that group. The warrior turned to see them, and to everyone's astonishment, her eyes were no longer silver as before, now they were golden, and her pupils had a catlike shape. In addition, there were some bulging veins on her face.
“Priscilla?” called Paige frightened.
The warrior closed her eyes again. This time the veins on her face disappeared and when she opened them again, the color turned to silver.
“It's all right, Paige. We need to go.” she said.
The group rushed out to where cars and vehicles were parked. Priscilla stood in front to make way, Paige stood in the middle and sometimes behind Alice and her children.
During the escape, Claymore looked up a little as she ran. She could sense a bit of movement from the upper floors, which could be worrying if they would be attacked from above. Resuming the look ahead, a few zombies emerged from the door to the stairs. And just before they reached the exit, Paige aimed and fired her rifle at the undead. She stopped to get more control of the retreat of the shots. In turn, Priscilla tore at her opponents with her sword.
The survivors crossed the gang of undead from the corridors to the parking lot exit. When the others saw them leaving, they started running screaming toward their prey, and were torn apart by Priscilla's sword. Paige was firing at the head of other zombies coming from her left.
“Alice, you're the one who spent a good time with your kids here! Which car will we use to escape?!” asked young Paige as she shot the Walkers.
As there were a few cars parked in various corners, it would be a waste of time to rummage through one at a time to see which one is still running and running low on gas. And since the woman spent a good deal of time hiding with her children in this place, it would be easier for her to indicate which one is in good condition and with a less destroyed appearance
And in the middle of the fight, she spotted one that caught her attention.
“There! That one should help us.” she pointed to a 1973 Ford F-250. Because of its size, it could carry three passengers in the front and up to five or six people in the back, or a good load of cargo as long as it did not exceed the weight limit to support it.
“Do you believe it is still working?” asked Priscilla with the sword bathed in blood in her hands.
“Of course I do.”
“In this case, let's go! Otherwise we will not leave here at all.” Paige concluded as she fired her last shot and prepared to reload her rifle.
Without delay, the group was running toward the truck. As they approached the vehicle, the two girls held the zombies from reaching Alice, Andrew and Mark during their escape. And when they reached it, Alice went to the driver's seat and turned the starter key. Andrew and Mark sat in the passenger seat of the cabin, lifting the window panes to protect themselves from the danger. Paige climbed into the hopper and shot those trying to get close to them. And Priscilla discharged all her Yoki into her body, maximizing her agility and strength to dodge and strike back the zombie attacks.
However, the vehicle only made a few snores during the engine starts Alice gave by turning the key in the contact. It's as if the vehicle doesn't want to start, no matter how hard you try. Their children watched the two survivors confront the monsters outside.
“Mom?” asked Mark about the situation.
“Don't worry, Mark. Everything is under control. She'll turn on at once and everyone will go to a super safe place.”
And that's when a zombie appears on the left side of the vehicle. The way it appeared screaming and hitting the glass made everyone in the cabin startled. Even more to Alice who was screaming in fear in the vehicle, trying to start it several times. Paige saw the monster trying to get into the cabin, and with the finger ready at the trigger, turned the rifle on it, then fired. What was left of it was an open head falling on the window, spilling blood on the window and side of the vehicle.
“Well, I don't think the situation is under control,” said Andrew.
Mark agreed with his brother about this. And as their mother kept turning the starter on the contact, Paige reloaded her rifle to fire again. However, she noticed that more zombies appeared around the vehicle. She was getting scared of the ammunition emptying at an amazing rate.
“Come on, Alice!” she thought, scared that they still couldn't start the truck.
Priscilla advanced on another wave of flesh-hungry zombies. After her last blow, her Yoki was bordering on the edge. She was afraid to use full force and succumb to what she feared to become.
“Too many of them to handle. I will not be able to use my Yoki beyond what I already can, otherwise I will Awaken.” she thought amid panting breaths.
For Organization warriors in the midst of battle, prolonged use of the Yoki is dangerous. In addition to 10% of its use, the eyes get golden color with cat pupils. In addition to 30%, the veins on their faces are visible and their teeth are sharp. At 50%, their bodies are disfigured into a monstrous appearance and acquire the ability to extend their limbs as if they were made of rubber. The maximum limit they can reach is around 70% and before they reach this limit, still holds the ability to return to the original state. But beyond 80% would result in Awakening, a final stage of a warrior who has exceeded her Yoki's limit, unable to return to her original state.
Still with the sword in hand, the warrior would do her best to bring them down, even if she comes to sacrifice her life for her companions. Standing, she shook her weapon in the air and resumed her combat stance. Just before advancing, she heard the sound of the engine starting up, with no blunt or choking. Turned, it was the truck turned on for good.
“Priscilla! The truck is on!” called Paige from the top of the bucket.
Hearing that call from her friend, the warrior didn't waste a minute in maximizing her strength to return to the working vehicle. Seeing three zombies coming toward her, Priscilla jumped on the head of one of them, and with a strong thrust, jumped toward the truck, popping the head of the one in the process.
Landing in the bucket, Paige ran to help her. Priscilla was exhausted but unharmed. No scratches, cuts or bites on her body. Seeing that everyone was aboard the vehicle, Alice shifted into first gear and prepared to get everyone out of this macabre place.
“Oh yes. Alright everyone, I think we can go now.” said Alice smiling, stepping on the gas pedal then.
The truck was speeding out, running over some undead and smashing some heads as the survivors fled. Priscilla and Paige felt the vehicle rock when it happened. And when some tried to climb, they both let it go, hitting them in the head or hands. Those who ran after them were left behind.
The driver was increasing the speed of the vehicle, reaching third gear. This time, they were well away from the parking lot and were beginning to distance themselves from the city they were in.
The survivors managed to escape, surviving yet another scary episode with the undead. However, they were still far from reaching their destination, hidden but reserved for them at the end of this relentless struggle for survival.
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