her.
Conner was laying on the ground at Kennedy's feet with his arm ripped off of his body. The arm was laying in the dirt next to the bus. Conner was making a strange gurgling noise in his throat as blood covered the cracked asphalt. His eyes were rolling around inside their sockets. Kennedy shook his head no. His skin had gone pale except where drops of Conner's blood had landed on his bare skin.
Drake picked up his ax from where it was leaning against the bus's tire. Conner had been attacked so quickly Drake had never had the chance to grab his weapon.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. I am so sorry,” Cya's faint pleas to a higher power were going unheard by the group surrounding Conner.
With a grim look on his handsome face Drake took two steps towards Conner. “Rest in peace,” he muttered just loudly enough to be heard as he swung the ax down and severed Conner's head from his body with a loud thwack.
Conner abruptly stopped gurgling.
“Oh my God. Oh God please. Oh my God.” Cya's mantra was the only noise to be heard other than the sizzling of the burning zombie flesh.
Drake, Kennedy and Shayla were exchanging looks with one another over Conner's corpse. Kennedy was shaking his head no. Drake had his lips pursed closed in anger. Shayla spun around and glared at the roof of the bus.
“Shut up you stupid bitch!” She screamed at Cya. “You stupid worthless bitch. This is all your fault!”
I couldn't see Cya from where I was standing inside the bus and I wasn't about to draw attention to myself by moving. Shayla was staring at the roof of the bus with murder in her eyes. The next thing I knew, she had planted one of her feet on the metal rack that ran down the side of the bus and snatched Cya down from the roof by her ankle.
The tiny blonde squealed in pain and fear as she hit the bloody pavement next to the tires. Shayla still had hold of her bony ankle and she gave Cya a vicious yank. Cya kicked out instinctively but her worthless fragile slipper shoes did nothing to loosen Shayla's grip.
“You killed Conner!” She practically spat the words at Cya. “You were supposed to be standing guard you worthless bitch!”
“I'm sorry. Oh God I'm sorry.” Cya was whimpering pathetically as Shayla drug her across the pavement. Her thin clothes were tearing on the rough ground and I could see fresh blood welling up from scrapes on her legs and sides. “I'm so sorry. I didn't see him. Oh my God I didn't see him.”
“Shut up!” Shayla dropped Cya's foot so that the smaller girl was lying flat on the ground. Shayla planted a vicious kick in Cya's side. “Shut up you worthless piece of trash!”
I felt pressure on my fingers and realized Jeb was clutching my hand so tightly his knuckles were turning white. I made no attempt to pull away from him.
Shayla's round face was flushed with fury. Her necklaces and bracelets jangled, clanked and tangled against her reddened skin as she kicked Cya repeatedly with the toe of a pair of wickedly pointed boots. She kicked Cya six, seven, eight, I don't know how many times.
“Shayla, stop.” Drake's voice cut through Cya's screams as she flailed around on the ground.
Shayla planted another kick in Cya's ribcage. “She killed Conner.”
“I know.” Drake moved in between Cya and Shayla. He gently placed his arms around Shayla's shoulders. “But you can't kill her. We need her.”
“No we don't,” Shayla hissed. “She's worthless. She can't even stand guard. She deserves to die.”
Drake didn't say anything. He simply stood in front of Shayla and held her immobile while Cya whimpered behind him on the ground.
“We need her,” he repeated. There was an emphasis on his words that I didn't understand. Cya had screwed up royally, that was for sure. “We can use her.”
“We need a new radiator,” Kennedy spoke softly from behind Cya. “I can't fix this bus without new parts.”
Shayla opened her mouth and then shut it
Conner was laying on the ground at Kennedy's feet with his arm ripped off of his body. The arm was laying in the dirt next to the bus. Conner was making a strange gurgling noise in his throat as blood covered the cracked asphalt. His eyes were rolling around inside their sockets. Kennedy shook his head no. His skin had gone pale except where drops of Conner's blood had landed on his bare skin.
Drake picked up his ax from where it was leaning against the bus's tire. Conner had been attacked so quickly Drake had never had the chance to grab his weapon.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. I am so sorry,” Cya's faint pleas to a higher power were going unheard by the group surrounding Conner.
With a grim look on his handsome face Drake took two steps towards Conner. “Rest in peace,” he muttered just loudly enough to be heard as he swung the ax down and severed Conner's head from his body with a loud thwack.
Conner abruptly stopped gurgling.
“Oh my God. Oh God please. Oh my God.” Cya's mantra was the only noise to be heard other than the sizzling of the burning zombie flesh.
Drake, Kennedy and Shayla were exchanging looks with one another over Conner's corpse. Kennedy was shaking his head no. Drake had his lips pursed closed in anger. Shayla spun around and glared at the roof of the bus.
“Shut up you stupid bitch!” She screamed at Cya. “You stupid worthless bitch. This is all your fault!”
I couldn't see Cya from where I was standing inside the bus and I wasn't about to draw attention to myself by moving. Shayla was staring at the roof of the bus with murder in her eyes. The next thing I knew, she had planted one of her feet on the metal rack that ran down the side of the bus and snatched Cya down from the roof by her ankle.
The tiny blonde squealed in pain and fear as she hit the bloody pavement next to the tires. Shayla still had hold of her bony ankle and she gave Cya a vicious yank. Cya kicked out instinctively but her worthless fragile slipper shoes did nothing to loosen Shayla's grip.
“You killed Conner!” She practically spat the words at Cya. “You were supposed to be standing guard you worthless bitch!”
“I'm sorry. Oh God I'm sorry.” Cya was whimpering pathetically as Shayla drug her across the pavement. Her thin clothes were tearing on the rough ground and I could see fresh blood welling up from scrapes on her legs and sides. “I'm so sorry. I didn't see him. Oh my God I didn't see him.”
“Shut up!” Shayla dropped Cya's foot so that the smaller girl was lying flat on the ground. Shayla planted a vicious kick in Cya's side. “Shut up you worthless piece of trash!”
I felt pressure on my fingers and realized Jeb was clutching my hand so tightly his knuckles were turning white. I made no attempt to pull away from him.
Shayla's round face was flushed with fury. Her necklaces and bracelets jangled, clanked and tangled against her reddened skin as she kicked Cya repeatedly with the toe of a pair of wickedly pointed boots. She kicked Cya six, seven, eight, I don't know how many times.
“Shayla, stop.” Drake's voice cut through Cya's screams as she flailed around on the ground.
Shayla planted another kick in Cya's ribcage. “She killed Conner.”
“I know.” Drake moved in between Cya and Shayla. He gently placed his arms around Shayla's shoulders. “But you can't kill her. We need her.”
“No we don't,” Shayla hissed. “She's worthless. She can't even stand guard. She deserves to die.”
Drake didn't say anything. He simply stood in front of Shayla and held her immobile while Cya whimpered behind him on the ground.
“We need her,” he repeated. There was an emphasis on his words that I didn't understand. Cya had screwed up royally, that was for sure. “We can use her.”
“We need a new radiator,” Kennedy spoke softly from behind Cya. “I can't fix this bus without new parts.”
Shayla opened her mouth and then shut it
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