"Go die!"
Of everything that could happen, this one was obvious. But Lisha had no strength to move back then and now it came to bite her in the ass.
Now that she outwardly used her flow to attack she realized its scarcity. At most, she would be able to last one minute.
One minute to deal with 15 zombies.
'Can't I have a moment of rest?' The beautiful memory in that coma induced thing was her only solace of the past hours.
But if these fuckheads wanted to eat her or whatever then they were welcomed to fuck off. Not forgetting to take her backpack, she picked it up but could only dream about her flashlight. For her spike, it was a hopeless dream to recuperate it.
Sharpening her resolve, her eye blazed as much as when she got into a frenzy.
"AAaaah!"
Fueled by her rage, her flow boosted her energy and allowed her another clean hit.
The path ahead cleaned Lisha started to run, not caring about the zombies in her back.
Lisha put her arms ready to hit the ones blocking the door. With a technique she wasn't accustomed to, she gave a high kick to the one in front of her toward the fallen shelf, thus propelling him to the other behind.
"You can count on me to beat the shit out of you." Yet as she said it she tumbled on the door frame side, nearly falling on top of them.
Now more than aware of the toll it took on her, Lisha felt the urge to flee. Her flow was becoming erratic.
"Faster." Her arms were shaking. Her heart... wasn't beating! Then she recalled she was a zombie too.
Calming her rampaging core, she gazed at the closing zombies. They were slower than usual and she could guess the reason being the alarm device.
Back on track, Lisha threw a punch to a zombie behind her to which she winced. Crossing the shelf, she didn't hesitate to crush their chest with her feet, breaking their core at the same time.
She couldn't explain why she could pinpoint them so accurately but her exhaustion felt even stronger after these moves.
As she saw the zombie behind tumble on the shelf she rejoiced but remained alert to the four ones ahead.
She felt like clothes in a washing machine and understood that she understood that she soon reaching her limit. Moreover, these zombies were in better shape than those insides, surely because they were further away from the device.
But her eyes blazed with determination. Confident in her years of a peace-maker to do the job.
To the zombie dashing in the front, she lashed a right punch blasting his head. Without a head, it could only become aimless.
To the one following in his steps, she curled up, took her by the hips and threw her back to the zombies standing up behind.
Coughs coughs
...
Heavy...
...
She felt like an anvil...
...
There was still two more and she had to get away from here...
It seemed impossible.
Then, she looked up to the hand stretching toward her, toward her core.
'So that's what you're all after!'
Dodging the hand and taking advantage of the momentum, Lisha tripped the zombie to inverse their role.
'Dream on!'
She then dived her hand into the struggling zombie and took out his core, therefore robbing it of its life once again.
But that was it.
Even though she could see the lost zombie throw itself at her, there was now not even an inch of strength remained in her.
Her core forcefully cut the flow for self-preservation and she had no say in this matter.
Assuming the worst, she asked herself if there was any way out but without the ability to move what could she do?
Nothing that is.
There were only a few seconds before this idiot zombie would launch at her. What's more, is that the others behind were slowly getting back on their feet.
That was a true pincer attack and she had nothing in her arsenal to get out of this.
At best she could trow the core she had in her at him in the last effort before fainting.
Maybe they would go at it like a dog with a bone...
'They want my core... so why not?'
It was so close now...
...
But as this thought went through her head, madness ignited once again.
"NO!"
Even if she was to die she would fight!
As yet this zombie closed in, she used her last bit of strength to break the core inside her hand.
It was a do-or-die situation now.
That's when she realised that she was still the lowest of low.
At the bottom of the food chain.
They wanted to eat her?
Exactly as before!?
Exactly as when she fled atop this bus...
Not again!
Unable to understand where she took the strength, she launched her head toward the chest of the zombie.
In this mad hustle, the two of them rolled on the floor. Lisha bitting flesh left and right to reach this damn core.
Too close to doing anything, the zombie wasn't able to take a bite at Lisha's core and only trashed alongside her.
Thankful for her lack of smell, she soon reached the core and in a single bite broke it with her teeth.
For Lisha it felt like a breath of fresh air, laying on the beach and sunbathing.
The smell of saltwater, of grilled fish...
She saw people smiling, laughing...
As quickly as it came, these sensations flooded back, leaving Lisha with a sense of loss over the warmth spreading in her body.
Her thirsty core had swallowed everything up, leaving Lisha panting for more.
"More!" With a ravenous eye, she glanced at the incoming zombies of the room.
She sprang up and dashed to them to the first in sight, breaking her chest and stealing her core. In a heartbeat, she brought it to her mouth and devoured it.
SHaking all over, the same thing happened, quicker this time.
'Yes! That's the feeling!' Glancing at her next prey she smiled.
"More!" She wouldn't stop until none of them was left standing.
Like a savage beast, Lisha took them one by one.
Arms were flying around, legs were broken and heads were crushed to a pulp. She ate their core like it was candy. As if it was the best delicacy in the world.
It was there, the bloodlust.
Never-ending gluttony.
And one that this time, no device could disturb.