The Monster In Me

Unsure

“You okay there?” shouted Adira while swinging the wooden stick he took from the dwarf statue towards the female zombie that attacked him. With all his strength, he prevented the zombie from approaching him. His powerful enough punch made the life liquid that turned out to still be inside the undead body gush towards him. A few drops hit his face and almost entered his eyeball. Adira grimaced loudly, both because of fatigue and nausea that whack due to the fishy smell is unbearable.

“Do not shout or more zombies will come!” answer Firda. His voice sounded a little louder than Adira's. It seems that he himself began to get tired of facing a legless zombie that continued to hug his calf until he accidentally yelled. “Argh! Damnit damnit! Let go of me!”

The atmosphere in the cave which was quite dark also did not help them to immediately escape this situation. Adira himself began to regret his decision which had invited Firda to explore the cave in order to find a way out. But what else could he do? They can't keep hiding forever.

Sooner or later the supply of snacks and mineral water that Firda brought in his bag will run out. Especially when the sun starts to set. The two girls must soon find a safe place to spend the night.

Unyielding, Adira continued to hit and hit until her opponent was cornered into the hard cave walls and walls. Realizing that, Adira hurriedly gathered all her strength and swung the final blow right into the face of the zombie.

The zombie groaned loudly. And Adira had felt that she heard the zombie complain.

Adira was silent on the spot, watching the monstrous creature slump and fall just like that. Leaves a trail of redness on the wall that Adira can vaguely see. The girl's forehead wrinkled as she realized there was absolutely no difference between the undead's blood and the blood that adorned the wounds on her own hands.

“Don't shut up! Help me here!” shouted Firda in despair. I don't know since when he fell, and now he is busy dragging his body with all his strength so as not to be bitten by the zombies that are still attached to him.

“Wait a minute! Let me find something!” Hurry Adira looks around. Looking for part of the statue that allows him to break, because ‘gun’ his was enough destroyed used to destroy the face of his opponent zombie earlier.

Until he saw one of the statues was on a miniature ship. Holding control of the ship like a captain. Perhaps on a typical day, Adira would laugh to see how the steering wheel was only attached with the statue's hands and not at all attached to the front of the ship. Unfortunately, this is not the right time to even smile.

Adira quickly approached the statue and began trying to take off the steering wheel. He had enough difficulty doing so even though the object was only made of wood and was attached to the statue's hand with ordinary nails.

Repeatedly failed, Adira finally used her legs to kick the statue's hand. It only took two attempts to succeed. It seems that the increased hormone adrenaline makes the power increases many times.

“You got something?” ask Firda. Apparently he had managed to break free from the clutches of zombies and now he was hiding behind a miniature cave palace. “Zombie it moves quite slowly, but I will still be stuck if you do not act immediately.”

“Shortly!” adira Bentak. He was so tired that he could no longer hold back his anger.

He ran towards the zombies who are now crawling very slowly. Occasionally his body trembled even convulsions. Regardless of that, Adira pointed the steering wheel in her hand at the head of the zombie. In one push, he made the creature's head go through the hole in the middle. The hole was too small for the head to pass through, so the zombie was stuck with its jaws pressured by a small circle of steering wheels.

Adira's plan worked. The zombie no longer had the chance to bite himself or Firda. Even the movement of his hands was limited. Because the large circle of the ship's controller replica prevented his hand from stretching completely forward.

While Firda enjoys the momentary pleasure of witnessing the suffering of the zombies before them, Adira is instead quietly glued to the spot. Both of his hands seemed to be shaking on his sides. He even accidentally bit his own lips from the way he held his teeth.

‘No way,’ murmured in the heart. ‘So I heard the zombie was asking for help. But that's impossible, right?’

“Dir? The adira? What's wrong with you?” asked Firda who was starting to feel worried seeing Adira's attitude.

Adira blinked both eyes before clearing her throat. “Oh, it's nothing. I just ...” The girl seemed to rub her face firmly before asking. “I just thought, what if these zombies are actually still aware of the situation around? It could have been that they simply could not control the body, but their souls were still alive.”

“You mean, like possessed?” Firda seemed to be thinking about Adira's words well. Accompanied by the growling sound of zombies still crawling to and fro. “Maybe. But what can we do? Still we have to survive by attacking them.”

“You're right.” Adira nodded her head. “We have no other choice,”. He said that sentence many times as if he wanted to implant it as deep as possible in his brain.

Firda actually felt more worried seeing Adira's strange behavior. “Do you feel uncomfortable about having to kill those creatures? You just have to. After all, you don't kill them if it's not necessary. See him.” Firda pointed at the zombie with the steering wheel of the ocean liner on the head.

For a moment Adira only looked at Firda's eyes. It was as if he was making sure that the friend was serious about his words. Of course Firda returned Adira's gaze without trepidation. He would never lie in an emergency like this.

“Good. Let's forget about it,” said Adira finally. Then he looked towards Firda's feet where there were already quite a number of wounds with varying degrees of reddish color there. “Are you hurt? Did your leg get clawed by that zombie?”

Firda dropped down on the ground and held his own feet. “I got quite a lot of scratches this time. But I do not know for sure, whether it was caused by friction with the ground or because of clawed zombies,” he replied casually. “Unlike Abian said, the nails of these monsters looked exactly the same as the nails of ordinary humans. So the scratches that arise are also not too big and deep.”

“So ... You are not sure?” Adira seemed a little frightened by the way she took one step back.

Firda laughed. “It looks like I won't be a zombie just because of this, right? Even if it is, I'm sure I won't bite my own friend.”

‘How can you confirm that?’ Adira wondered in her heart.

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