Clary took aim, firing off one shot after another. The first three raced straight for him. He fired off pop, pop, pop sending them to the ground with a neck breaking strike to the forehead that they would not recover from. Clary missed the second one and they leapt up onto cars, diving straight for him. Earl pushed him out of the way, not enough to make him lose his balance, because he needed the light. Earl fired off two shots, burying one each into the two attacker’s skulls. Clary cringed for a second, not having the faith in Earl, but that was definitely changing quickly with time, and proof that he was capable and useful of a lot more than he’d given him credit for.
Earl saw movement out of his peripheral vision, and as he tried to spin, all he saw was the open mouth of a Turned racing towards him. Its mouth was stretched wide and if he’d ever seen a starving animal, this for sure was what he would expect one to look like. When he felt a wetness on the rear of his neck, he thought for sure it was the beast's spittle or potentially his own blood.
Chapter 13
Yassa clenched onto Pete’s wrist, gripping tightly to it, just barely able to keep a good enough grip to keep the teen from plummeting to his death, stories below. Pete opened his eyes, expecting the last thing he’d feel would be the ground not an iron tight grip around his arm. Yassa said through clenched teeth, “I got you kid, now try and get your hands back up here. I can’t hold you for that long.”
Pete was doing his best, and could see that Yassa had dived for him and had a very large, all steel, hard machine gun which he had probably just landed on. He did not think that it would gather him any additional love from Yassa. Pete swung his legs until he could get a finger on the ladder. When he got his hands up onto the ladder, Yassa quickly gripped the rear of his shirt, pulling him up to the side of it. The Turned had not gone anywhere and just as quickly as he had saved Pete, he was just about to lose him again. The Turned, as always, only knew one speed, full on! Yassa was still keeping an arm on him and both saw they were no longer alone on this ladder. Pete said, “Some of these things need to get off here or they’ll snap the ladder in two.”
“You got a grip?”
Pete nodded and that was when the tightness around his shirt disappeared leaving him on his own. Yassa didn’t have time to get to an upright position and having his rifle trapped beneath him did little to make things easier. He got a hand on his pistol and pulled it, firing as soon as he had a target set in front of his sights. The Turned fell, one after another, but those who had made their way up the multiple floors seemed to not go anywhere alone. When they got to the top, they began leaping towards the two on the ladder. Yassa never looked back to the opposite side of the roof behind him. He didn’t need to know if he was alone. The constant gunfire erupting and going off was more than enough to be assured that these people were doing every damn thing that they could to ensure he was going to stay alive if they had any say in it.
Yassa was doing his best, but it was not good enough at the moment. Four of The Turned leapt across the ladder and, unlike him, experienced zero pain, mostly because they had his soft body to land on. When they hit; the rungs from the ladder dug into his shins and stomach making what air he had in his lungs disappear. The first of the two Turned came up and its fellow zombie brethren didn’t seem to care about its well-being, only about the meal in front of it. The unlucky Turned got thrown off the side of the ladder and Pete couldn’t help but watch as it screamed and growled as it plummeted to the hard concrete below, missing the grip that it so desperately wanted as it reached out to clasp onto his ankle.
Yassa was glad to only have three left, they could kill each other all damn day long for all he cared. Yassa aimed and fired pointe blank at the one closest to him. The second was going for Pete and reached down and gripped onto the top of Pete’s head clenching tightly and tried to pull him forward to rip off Pete’s face. Yassa yelled, “Close your mouth!”
Pete didn’t ask why and for good measure closed his eyes as well. The loud report of a rifle going off inches from his face made him go temporarily deaf. The Turned landed on top of Pete and he struggled, trying to free himself. It fell on top of his arms and half on his head, pushing its much heavier body on top of him. He could just barely hear with the ringing in his ears. Yassa yelled, “Get that thing off of you, now, before you fall.”
He had no qualms
