The Finished Fight

How much time had passed?

The sun came up.

Sunlight seeped menacingly through the broken ceiling. Brushing back my blood-caked hair, I thrust the trembling chainsaw, which was spitting out mangled flesh, into the dead things.

“Phew…”

It was over. The only moving infected entities were non-threatening ones flailing about in grotesque states, with their upper and lower halves separated or their heads half-severed.

It would be a stretch to say we had blocked the wave. It had simply subsided and passed by naturally. What we experienced was merely a tiny fraction of the infected entity legion that swept through the School.

But still, we endured it.

I don’t know how many infected entities I killed. My arms, having swung the saw countless times, flopped around like they had loose screws. My clothes and body were soaked in blood, dyed bright red. No, beyond red, they were practically pitch black.

Squelch.

Entrails popped out from a corpse I carelessly stepped on. With an unpleasant sound, gas and old feces leaked out...