Chapter Two-Hundred-and-Eighty-Seven
3rd Person POV
They found the corridor that Rosaline had described to them. It was very dark so Reginald lit a torch to light up the path for the others.
“The fucking bastards are everywhere,” remarked Charlotte when they saw the zombies that were lined up in the corridor. They had expected that much; they had known it would not be easy for them to retrieve Irvette.
The three of them nodded at each other. Reginald threw the torch at the zombies and that sent them out of the corridor. He did not stop with just one torch; he lit torch after the torch so that a good number of them would be forced out of the corridor. When the path was clear enough, the three of them entered the corridor and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of a sword hitting flesh as they hacked their way through the corridor.
When they got further down, they saw more zombies. Reginald lit a torch and threw it at them. They screamed but they were not moved. That did not surprise them; Rosaline had told them that some of the zombies had been trained to stay put even when there was a fire. These were the zombies that guarded Irvette's cell.
The three of them did not lose their fighting spirit. They formed a shield for one another by backing themselves so none of their backs were exposed. Then as one, they began to fight, hacking zombie after zombie that rushed at them.
It was in this manner that they continued their journey until they reached the cell where Irvette was kept.
It was empty.
“Shit!” cursed Reginald as he examined the empty cell.
“Indeed!” someone said in response but it was not Charlotte nor was it Harlin.
The three were slightly surprised to see that there was someone down here with them besides themselves. When they looked towards the direction of the voice, they saw a very short man with cropped hair.
It was not hard to deduce that the man who now stood in front of them was Thomson. Rosaline had given such an accurate description of him that it felt to them that they had seen him before.
“Are you looking for someone?” He had a cynical smile on his face.
Harlin, who was in no mood for jokes, placed his sword on the man's neck.
“Easy there, easy there. If you kill me now you will never know where your mother is,” Harlin applied pressure on his sword so that his sword was now grazing the man's neck.
“You want something I have and I intend to fully cooperate,” the man said in a soft voice. It was difficult to reconcile this man as having perpetuated all of this evil.
“If you don't start making sense, I will detach your head from the rest of your body,” Harlin said, looking at the heads on the floor suggestively.
“If you follow me, I will show you where she is,” he said.
Charlotte shook her head softly. They could not follow this man. Rosaline had warned them that he was a master manipulator and sometimes she thought that he controlled Ashton.
Harlin put more pressure on the sword.
“Woah! You do not believe me? Now why would I…”
“Kill the motherfucker! He's wasting our time,” spat Reginald.
“Wait! Wait! Not so! Don't kill me!” It was the first time Thomson genuinely felt fear coursing through his body. He had underestimated the three of them. He had believed that since they had come all the way to retrieve Irvette then they would be willing to do just about anything to get her.
But he had been greatly mistaken. They were fearless fighters but not foolish enough to walk into what was obviously a trap.
“Is that fear I hear in your voice?” asked Harlin as his face contorted into something near evil. If Gabriella could see him now, she would not believe that his innocent face was capable of such emotions.
“I will tell you the truth, I swear!” The short man looked pitiful begging for his life when just seconds ago, he had been cocky.
“It’s too late for that,” said Harlin with a cruel smile.
Harlin stepped back and Charlotte took his place. She grabbed Thomson's neck and closed her eyes momentarily.
When she opened her eyes, she had a smile on her face.
“Thank you,” she said to the man who was choking under her hold. She let go of his neck, turned to Harlin and said, “Don't kill him yet. He needs to die a slow agonising death. He needs to be aware of every single moment of his death.”
Thomson was confused. He was not sure what had happened. He thought that he had the upper hand in this situation. He tried desperately to call unto the zombies but they would not come to him; he was met with dead silence.
What he did not know was that Charlotte could read minds when she needed to. When she had held him by his neck, she had seen where Irvette had been transported to.
“We don't have much time,” said Reginald.
“Let's dump him at the entrance of the cave; a stampede to death is not such a bad idea.”
“I agree.”
Thomson shook in terror as the three of them decided on his fate.
Since it did not seem like there was any other way out of this alive; Thomson injected himself with the virus.
Reginald was the one to pick him up from the ground.
He dragged Thomson by his hair and dragged him across the musky corridor as the trio made their way out. They were halfway when Charlotte sensed that something was wrong with the short stocky man that Reginald dragged behind him.
“Reginald? Stop! Look!”
The three turned to look at the man who was now in a passion of twists.
“Kill him now… if he turns…” but it was too late.
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