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I drove my knees into his ribs without thinking and he went down hard. The bond surged, feeding me balance, timing and clarity. Another came at me fast… too fast. But then, Willow's face flashed in my mind— her laugh, her small hand in mine. The way she'd looked at me like I was the whole world. Survive. I knew I had to survive because of her. I sidestepped at the last second, letting his momentum carry him past me and then, I plunged my blade into the back of his thigh. He howled, collapsing. I didn't wait… I spun, ripping the dagger free and throwing myself backwards as a third Ironwood lunged.

Survival wasn’t merely about escaping; it was about understanding, about finding answers. His first task was to gather supplies. He knew he couldn’t rely on luck alone; preparation was key. He spent what felt like an eternity, carefully searching the tunnels for anything useful. He found a battered metal canteen, miraculously intact, though its contents were long gone. A rusted, but sturdy, metal bucket might prove useful for collecting water, if he found any. Scattered amongst the debris, he found fragments of old canvas, remnants of some forgotten structure, strong enough to serve as makeshift bandages or perhaps even a crude sling if he sustained any injuries. He carefully wrapped the can

I can’t die like this. My eyes dart around the dark woods, searching for anything—anything I can use. Then, I spot it. A small shard of glass, just a little farther away. I feel hopeful. I lie flat on the ground, dragging myself toward it, wincing as the rough earth scrapes against my skin through my clothes. The glass cuts my palm as I grab it, but I hold on anyway. There’s no other choice.

My hand landed on something cold as I heard the sound of my panties being ripped apart. My fingers circled it. A cold metal. It felt potent in my grip. The knife! Without a second thought, I held it firmly and swung it at the figure above me. I don't know what happened. The high-pitched screams kept me awake until I was sure I could stand up. It was then that I noticed a small air vent near the floor. I had missed it before because of the bright light. It was my only glimpse of freedom, my sole chance of survival.

I finished. Once I knew they were ready, I opened the door again to look out. After one of the phase one infected walked by, I pushed the door open and stepped out. We all made our way through the debris, avoiding the infected. I had to take out a few, by cutting at their throats with my daggers. Sara used her long blade to slice down a few as well. Those that didn’t have blades, kept to the middle. The few of us that carried a silent weapon surrounded the others. We were nearly to the door when I heard a deep growl reverberate around us.

Sure enough, it struck one dead in the center and the entire stack fell over. Out of the boxes, different items scattered at my feet. I used my toes to nudge them aside and tried to sift through what I could use to pry the rope lose. I found an old set of garden shears first but when I reasoned how I would lift it up, I set it aside. I kept sifting through the rubble within my reach. I found a knife. I figured it would be easier if I was able to send the knife to the back and reach down with my hands for the knife. In my head, the plan seemed so simple but as I started to edge the knife closer, I realized there was a lot of calculations I had missed. Like, how in the hell would my fingers, t

The chances of surviving would get better if I could just understand my surroundings. The sheeting rain continued to beat down on my body, blurring my vision further. I could feel my strength seeping away as I moved. I laid on my side, wailing silently for a moment. Even so, I didn't want to give up. After resting for half a minute, I continued to crawl forward. I already had a goal in mind. There was a sharp rock under the pine tree in front of me. As long as I could get there, I could use the sharp corners of the rock to cut the ropes binding my limbs.

All of a sudden, I was glad to see him alive. I licked my chapped lips and looked around once again, not being able to spot that girl. However, when I looked back towards Caden and that blond boy, I saw her creeping up behind Caden with the same sharp knife raised up in her hand. My eyes widened in horror and I started frantically looking around for something, anything to distract her from. The only thing I saw was a broken metal rod lying below one of the wild bushes around me. I picked it up gingerly and frowned a bit.

"I see you like to stay on the ground, exactly like the rat you are." How the heck did he know I was on the ground? And then it dawned on me. He was using a device which allowed him see in the dark. He had obviously seen me as soon as he entered the room. I didn't bother replying him. I was too intent on staying alive. I needed my sword, but it was somewhere on the floor. I didn't want to get the second one out, I didn't want to lose that one too. I moved back and I heard him follow closely. It was like a dance, a dance of survival. I moved back once again, and my leg hit something and I heard it slid a short distance away from me. I briefly jubilated I had found my sword. When I felt him lu

Terror crashed over me like an icy wave, but the adrenaline was still there, still burning through my system and sharpening my reflexes beyond anything I'd thought possible. ‘Focus’ I heard Nasir’s voice in my head. He wasn’t there, but I guess the voice was from the many times he had said it to me during training. My heart ached as the thought that I may never see them again flashed in my head. I HAVE to survive. I resolved. As the massive form charged toward me with his fangs outside, I did the only thing I could think of. I drove the silver blade of my dagger straight into the center of his forehead.