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“My fingers were in your cunt,” Atticus says, raising his hand and looking at his fingers like they’re tainted, and my insides shrivel in shame. Shame that they are ashamed of me. “I don’t know whether to think that’s dope or be disgusted as fuck.”
“You what?” Blaire snaps at him.
Atticus gives her a cheeky smile. “No pussy is like your pussy.”
“Holy fuck. We don’t have time to deal with this shit right now. Save the bloodline drama for later. We have more important shit to deal with,” Malik snaps, slicing his hand through the air, essentially cutting off our conversation.
A scream cuts through our silence, from the other side of the bridge. We all turn to the trees, seeing the branches move, shifting with the echoes.
Then a body breaks through the tree line, hunched over, wobbling as they make their way to the bridge.
Then another.
And another.
Suddenly, the tree line is flooded in white, in what looks like an entire mass of people in hospital gowns, making their way out of the trees.
“Who is that?” Blaire asks with a shake in her voice.
“Is this why you want to burn the bridge?” Malik mumbles beside me.
I nod at him, knowing he can’t see me. “It’s only going to get worse. The dead will walk the earth. Soon enough, there will be no life left.” I turn to him, seeing the worried look in his eyes. “We have to eliminate the connection to the past.”
“Won’t they be able to get across?” Felix asks.
“They aren’t demons. They are just… death. They won’t fly, but we can be sure that the death stays over there and doesn’t spread to us. To our homes.”
“Let me just cut the fucking bridge, then.” Felix steps forward, his hand digging into his pocket. He pulls out his switchblade, snapping the blade open as he walks to the end of the bridge.
The moment his knife touches the frayed edges of the bridge, the first in line across the bridge lifts their head, as if they can hear the fibers of the rope splitting, their connection to the rest of the world lessening by the second.
The person, an older woman, by the looks of it, tilts her head back, the crack in her neck audible from all the way over here. Her mouth opens, her jaw unhinging as she lets out a screech so loud, the rest of their heads snap up, as if noticing us for the first time.
She starts running, her bared feet slamming against the wooden boards of the bridge.
“Move, Felix, move!” Malik shouts, rushing over to him, trying to break the other side of the bridge with his hands.
“Oh my God, do something!” Vera shrieks.
Another one starts running, and another, until a line of them is rushing across the bridge, their bones cracking, distorted limbs breaking in awkward angles as they make their way toward us.
“She’s close. She’s too fucking close!” I scream, my heart picking up pace in my chest when I see her near Felix. He isn’t looking, isn’t paying attention at all as his hand saws back and forth, attempting to get his knife through the pieces of rope fibers that are refusing to break.
A board breaks, and one of the bodies falls through, snapping in half once they hit the ground.
“Did you get the gas? Go get the gas!” Vera screams at someone.
I hear feet pound around me and doors opening and slamming shut.
My eyes flit back to the woman in front, seeing the bridge shake as she nears.
No.
No.
“Felix!” I scream, racing toward him. Fear and anger and possessiveness roars through my bones. I bite the inside of my cheek, tasting the hint of metallic blood as it coats my tongue.
“Go. Away!” I roar, my hands shooting out, slamming against her bony chest. Her eyes catch on mine, and her hand snaps out as she flies back, her cold, dead fingers wrapping around my wrist, turning my skin to fire.
