nearing her was about to attack and sidestepped before plunging a blade in its head.
She glanced back to see Ted hesitate as he rose. The zombies on the ground were trying to get up, too. If he didn't hurry, he'd be in trouble.
"Are you an idiot? Didn't I tell you to do something? There's no way you've survived this long on your own," Darlene said coldly to Ted. "Impossible."
Ted gave her the finger before he stabbed another zombie in the face.
Darlene moved from her left to right, trying to keep any and all zombies away from Ted and the office doors. She hoped someone would be smart enough to move the two zombies from it and close the damn door.
A zombie walked right past her and at Ted, who finished off another zombie before finally backpedalling to the office.
Darlene acted like she'd nearly been attacked by the zombie before stabbing it in the back of the head and dropping it to the pavement.
Ted stopped and was staring at Darlene, wide-eyed.
Fuck . Darlene walked slowly towards Ted. She hoped no one inside was looking. She didn't actually know what she'd do if she reached him before he ran. By the look in his eyes, he was a deer in headlights and Ted would bolt any second.
Darlene had done some bad shit in her life but could she murder someone to hide her secret?
Ted knew. He definitely saw the zombies ignoring her, and the first chance he got he would tell everyone.
Another zombie brushed past Darlene like she wasn't even there.
"Go inside, Ted," Darlene said and put a hand on her Desert Eagle in her waistband of her jeans. "Please. I am on your side."
Ted turned and ran inside the building and out of sight.
It was over now. Darlene couldn't go inside and face any of them, and the struggle in her mind about killing Ted was too much. Was the alien blood in her body doing something to her, or had she always had these horrible thoughts?
No, it was simply survival.
Darlene took down another zombie but kept one eye on the office, expecting one of the survivors to shoot at her or at least appear in the doorway and stare. She didn't want to face their judging eyes, especially Bernie. She'd grown to like the woman in the short time she'd known her, and felt ashamed for the deceit.
As she struck another zombie down, more out of anger and frustration, she began to angle away from the suite. She needed to escape from her situation and her mind right now, the morbid thoughts in her head.
Darlene felt like a monster. She was like The Lich Lord now, only without the added powers. At least she didn't want to kill everyone she encountered and prayed it would never happen. What if the blood was slowly going to turn her physically and mentally the wrong way?
She tapped her Desert Eagle and knew she'd use the very last shot to kill herself if need be. She didn't want to find her baby but then become a monster instead of a good mother before his eyes.
At least a dozen zombies were in sight, all called by the noise of fighting. Darlene wanted to simply walk past them and go on with her journey but knew she had put the survivors in danger. In her mind, they were going to be attacked because she led them to this office park.
Darlene stood her ground, moving side to side as she eliminated every zombie coming at her. It was like a videogame, and she got into the rhythm of putting each zombie down in turn. The office suite was behind her but no zombies had gotten past.
She did a spinning kick to drop one and turned to see the survivors all standing outside the suite, watching her.
Darlene turned away and kept killing. She moved forward when no zombies presented themselves. She wanted to yell to Bernie to go back inside. Her presence was taunting the zombies and more would come. How had these people survived for so long?
Someone shot off a gun and Darlene began to run away, fearful one of them had taken a potshot at her. It was more than likely.
Darlene got around the corner, ignoring two zombies for a second while she