When the door gave, Wendy glanced out and saw Anthony was nearing the end of the hall. There were only five doors left on each side of the hall. Moving out into the hall, Wendy again closed the distance, darting into the room next to the one Anthony was searching.
Holding the spear gun in both hands, Wendy stayed back from the door but kept her aim in the center of the doorway. Afraid Anthony could hear her heart beating, Wendy tried to calm down but heard the heavy breathing of Anthony as he stepped back into the hallway, still whistling softly.
In the hall, Wendy heard Anthony put the card into the next door slot. When Anthony tried to open the door, it stopped as the privacy latch held. Lowering the spear gun, Wendy was certain this door didn’t open toward her so Anthony would have to face away to pry it open.
Leaning around until she could see out, Wendy saw Anthony’s back to her as he put one end of the metal pole in the gap. Stepping out into the hall, Wendy raised the spear gun and aimed at Anthony’s back ten feet away as she took two steps closer.
When Anthony leaned against the pole, Wendy squeezed the trigger. The sound of the release and impact were almost simultaneous. Letting the pole go, Anthony gave a cry as Wendy watched the spear sink under his left shoulder blade and disappear.
Stepping back, Wendy pulled the light rubber band back until it locked as Anthony stumbled into the wall and looked behind him. “You fucking cunt!” Anthony yelled out and then gave a cough that spewed blood out onto the wall and over his chest.
Still stepping back, Wendy pulled another spear from the holder on her leg. Putting it on the rail of the spear gun, Wendy finally looked up to see Anthony looking down at his chest. The head of the spear was sticking out from under one of his flabby pecks.
“Damn, you have bigger tits than I do,” Wendy said, finally stopping and aiming at Anthony. Judging where the arrow had come out, Wendy was certain she had hit Anthony’s heart. She had been bow hunting enough to know Anthony was on borrowed time and she could outrun him with the injury she had given him.
Trying to stand upright, Anthony pushed off the wall only to stumble over and crash into the opposite wall. Very little blood was coming out of Anthony’s chest but as his lung filled with blood, Anthony started coughing and spewing blood out.
Anthony took a step toward Wendy and crashed down on his face. Like a seesaw, Anthony’s legs flipped up as his belly provided the pivot point. Using his arms, Anthony pushed against the floor until he was on his side and blood rolled out of his mouth.
Stepping closer, Wendy aimed the spear gun at Anthony’s face. “I’m a nurse and will stop the bleeding if you tell me where Timmy is at,” Wendy told him with her voice quivering in anger.
Spewing pink blood across the floor, “Deck four, room one oh seven,” Anthony coughed out.
Lowering the spear gun, Wendy turned around and headed for the stairs. “Help, I told,” Anthony coughed out, reaching a flabby hand out.
Glancing over her shoulder at Anthony, “I have to make sure you weren’t lying,” Wendy told him, walking down the hall. “How many adults did you take care of?”
“Three, but they were already dying. I just ended their misery,” Anthony coughed, spewing out blood as Wendy continued walking away.
Reaching the stairs, she headed down until she reached deck four. Walking out, she wasn’t surprised to find all the doors open. Rounding the hallway, she stopped at the only closed door she had walked past to see 107 on the door.
Taking out her card, Wendy opened the door and stepped inside. The spear gun fell from her hands at seeing a small body tied spread eagle on the bed. Stumbling back, Wendy started dry heaving. Glancing up and seeing the large wounds on Timmy’s young body and the gray cast of his skin, Wendy straightened up, fighting the revulsion.
Knowing Timmy was dead, Wendy eased over to confirm it because she knew that it would haunt her if she didn’t. When her fingertips touched the cold skin, Wendy gave a sob while holding them on Timmy’s neck. Satisfied Timmy was dead, Wendy pulled out her knife and cut the restraints.
Covering Timmy up with the bloody blankets, Wendy was certain this scene would be in her nightmares for the rest of her life and if there was reincarnation, her next one.
Picking up the spear gun, Wendy stepped out into the hall and closed the door. Narrowing her eyes, Wendy jogged back to the stairs begging God or any power that was listening, that Anthony would still be alive when she reached him.
Reaching the floor she’d left Anthony on, Wendy doubled over as she wheezed from the physical exertion. Bending over, Wendy coughed up mouthfuls of phlegm and spat them on the floor. It took almost ten minutes, but Wendy finally stopped coughing.
Looking at what she had coughed up, Wendy was happy to see it wasn’t bloody.
Walking out into the hall, Wendy saw Anthony had moved by rolling on his other side. “Motherfucker,” Wendy snarled, heading down the hall toward Anthony.
She came to a stop as a small voice of reason sounded in her mind. ‘Don’t waste your shots. You might not be able to retrieve them and there could be more like him aboard’.
Freezing in her steps, Wendy stared
