The sound of the footsteps seemed lesser than before, so either David had thinned their ranks, or only some of them had taken this road, the others choosing to take the fork in the road they had passed earlier. Or perhaps only some of them had heard Swati's screams. Mayukh knew that no matter how many of the Biters were there, it was now too late to run.
Abhi's words triggered the memory of what his own father had told him. Indeed, what had been his last words to Mayukh.
A clarity came over Mayukh, and he somehow felt physically lighter, as if a burden had been lifted from him. He began to untie Abhi from his back.
'Mayukh, what are you doing?'
Mayukh ignored Swati's pleas and tied Abhi to Swati's chest, the boy facing her. Then he held Swati with both hands.
'Sweetheart, I know you are tired. I know it hurts, and I know he's heavy for you. But you must go on. You must make it.'
She was now crying.
'I can't leave you. I love you!'
Mayukh felt his own eyes well up.
'I love you too. More than I can tell you now. But that's why you need to go. That's why Hina and David did what they did for us. Whatever happens, Abhi must make it.'
He kissed Abhi on the forehead once, and then kissed Swati hard, lingering to feel her one last time. Then he dragged her to her feet and pushed her to get her started on her way. She was crying with every step, but Mayukh was glad that she began to run down the road.
He kept looking in her direction till the sound of her footsteps faded. Then Mayukh turned to face the Biters.
***
Mayukh was surprised to find that he felt no fear. If anything, his mind was more at peace than he ever remembered. As he heard the thumps and scrapes of the Biters approaching footsteps get louder and closer, he thought back to all he had been through. Seventeen years of indulgence and not taking anything seriously, of throwing tantrums over what now seemed to be trifles; and then in seven days, experiencing life more intensely than in all those preceding years combined. He had found love, learnt the meaning of responsibility, learnt what it was to sacrifice for others, learnt what true friendship meant, and above all else, learnt how good it felt to live for someone else for a change. The howls of the mob of Biters seemed ever closer, and he thought he heard a voice whisper in his head. He could have sworn it was David.
Mayukh smiled and took out his iPhone from his pocket. It showed the battery to be 30 % charged, which was far more than he figured he'd need. He tapped on the Flashlight app. He had downloaded it for fun some months ago, and not used it once after the first day of fiddling with it. The app was on Strobe Mode, casting a brilliant blue and white glow around the phone. The Biters must have noticed the glow for they screamed louder than ever and he could hear the sound of running feet.
He knelt and skipped his phone along the road, thinking that even if it broke now, he had no use for it any more, just praying that it stayed screen up. The phone bounced off the road and came to a halt a dozen or so feet away, lighting up it's surrounding area like a small beacon. Mayukh could see the first of the Biters now, a gnarled, deformed face with a turban tied on top. The Biter seemed to be dressed in the torn remains of what seemed to be a Police uniform of some sort. Three more dressed like him were just behind him.
Mayukh took the bottle filled with fuel that he had tied to his belt, and lit the bit of cloth extending out it's top with his lighter. He fumbled once or twice, and realized that in the cold, the fuse was not catching fire as he had hoped. The First Biter was now less than six feet away when Mayukh put the lighter to the neck of the plastic bottle itself. He felt a flash of searing heat for a second before he flung the bottle at the Biter.
The flaming bottle hit the Biter in the chest and he screamed as he fell. One of those behind him tripped over him and was also engulfed in the flames. By the light of the fire, Mayukh now saw what he was up against. There were about two dozen Biters rushing towards him. The good news was that meant David had either distracted or killed a huge number of the original pursuing force. The bad news was that at such close quarters, even a dozen Biters were a dozen too many.
Mayukh unslung a shotgun and pumped it, chambering a round and firing, seeing one Biter, a ghoul who looked like he had been a chef, still dressed in his white uniform, get cut in two. He swiveled towards the next one, and realized this Biter was no more than a boy, perhaps no more than seven or eight years old, and wearing a Mickey Mouse t-shirt. Or rather, he
Mayukh reversed his shotgun and slammed the butt into her head, and as she rocked back, he turned it around and fired, all but obliterating her. He fired twice more before his shotgun ran out of shells. A strong hand gripped his right arm and another ripped the shotgun from his hands. He kicked out, and felt his foot connect with something, but then another hand reached out and grabbed his foot in a vice like grip.
Mayukh went down on one knee, and as a Biter jumped on his chest. Mayukh was thrown back, the wind totally knocked out of him. Flat on his back, he could only see the outline of the Biter's head, but he could smell it's fetid odour, a foul, reeking stench that made him gag almost involuntarily. The Biter was now closing in on Mayukh, it's open mouth seeking his neck. Mayukh fished in his pocket with his free left hand and took out the lighter, bringing it up between him and the Biter before flicking it on. He caught a glimpse of a yellowed, deformed face with a beard before the Biter shrieked and fell off him, fire enveloping his beard.
Mayukh tried to get back to his feet but a blow to his head sent him down again. He could feel blood flowing down the side of his head, and wondered if a Biter had hit him with a rock. He tried to reach for the second shotgun slung at his left shoulder but a kick racked his body with pain, as he heard his ribs crack.
He felt arms grab his hands, and then his feet, till he could no longer move. The Biters were now screaming again, excited at the kill, and Mayukh thought that perhaps it was just as good that he had pissed them off as much as he had. He knew that they tore apart those who fought them, but that was a fate far better than being bitten and transformed into one of them.
He saw a Biter move in for the kill, it's sharp teeth bared, ready to tear Mayukh's throat out before the others cut him to ribbons. Mayukh rocked his head forward, catching the Biter completely by surprise by smashing his head into it's face. Mayukh felt a rush of pain, and then a free flow of blood down his nose. He was sure he had broken his nose, but he was not done fighting yet. It wasn't about saving his own life-he had already reconciled to being a dead man. It was the simple fact that every minute he delayed the Biters was an extra minute that Swati and Abhi had to get to safety.
As the Biter above him growled in fury and brought his mouth down to bite again, Mayukh smashed his head into the Biter once again. Mayukh didn't know if the Biters felt pain or not, but the Biter was at least knocked off balance enough to be thrown off Mayukh. As for Mayukh, if he had not broken his nose the first time, this time around he was sure he had succeeded.
Infuriated by this unexpected resistance, another Biter picked up a rock and hit Mayukh with it. Mayukh saw the blow coming and held up his right hand in front of his face, taking the full strength of the blow on his elbow. He screamed in agony, sure that some bones had broken where the rock had connected. When his right hand dropped uselessly to his side, the Biter brought up the rock for another blow. In the melee, the grip on his right leg had loosened and Mayukh kicked out at where he judged the Biter's groin to be. He connected with something soft, but the Biter didn't seem to notice.
Armed with the useless bit of trivia that Biters were not fazed by a kick to their balls, Mayukh felt the rock connect with his head. As his head flopped back on the cold road, a deep sigh came from Mayukh's lips. He had
