He did a freaking backflip over the stroller with such ease that you would think this was a planned performance.
I grabbed the boy by the backpack and ran as fast as I could.
The zombie right behind us went after us and with the kid in tow I was too slow to outrun him.
The closer he came the stronger my instincts screamed at me to throw that rude kid into the freaky circus mutant arms.
Running past me right up to the mutants was my hero who slashed at him with her machete.
None of the other mutants were able to dodge those strikes but he stepped back just enough so that he wouldn't be hit.
She followed it up with a thrust to the head which got dodged again as he just side stepped her.
He took that moment where she was exposed mid motion and slashed at her with his hand.
Thats when I realised I had to step in and help her or my hero would actually die.
Just before he could slash at her she threw herself towards the railing which left her with no option for escape.
The mutant understanding that charged her, her feet looked blurry for a moment and then reappeared on the chest of the mutant pushing him away a couple inches.
But looking at it more clearly the mutant had caught her foot and was applying an ungodly amount of pressure on it, judging by my heroes expression which was contorted in pain.
Thats when I finally appeared and swung my pan at his head which did not hit him but left him no other choice than to open his clutches and back away.
This was a really bad situation I had thought my hero would be enough but evidently this mutant was on a whole different level than all the other ones.
And now with my hero crippled, I would have to deal with it on my own.
Fuck!
I had to come up with a way quickly or we were all dead either crushed by the meathead mutant or slashed open by mister circus mutant.
But he left me no time to think, going on the attack with a slash.
I now held the pan with both of my hands having put the bag on my shoulders the moment I charged into battle.
"BAMM"
His hand collided with my pan and sent a shock throughout my whole body, especially my left hand.
Think man think what can you do.
He slashed at me again ad again and as if graced by god I somehow managed to deflect all of the slashes with just a few minor scratches.
But now I was backed in to a corner a door sitting right behind me and the hope that someone would rescue me or open the door up behind me also died when I saw that unsettling smile on circus mutants face.
In an act of desperation I threw my bag at him which he dodged backwards.
There it was my one and only chance at winning.
The moment he backed away I ran to the left and aimed at his torso which made him back away,
right into the extended arms of my hero or rather her machete.
Finally I had won with all the luck in the world and my brain at the limit of its capacity.
Was what I had thought.
But at the final moment he blocked my heroes strike with both his arms and the strike that would have otherwise decapitated him now only cut off his arms.
The dreadful silence that ensued was only broken by the kid screaming.
The zombies that where blocking the other side of the exit where coming ever closer ready to pounce the moment they were in range.
Time moved in slow motion the mutant was baring his teeth at us and the zombies had no intention of stopping.
"RUMBLE"
The ground was shaking again and we could see the meathead walking down the stairs hindered by his huge physique.
Every step made the ground shake and even circus mutant looked scared and as of to prove me right he jumped down 3 floors to escape this meathead.
Undisturbed the other zombies kept walking towards us.
I grabbed my heroes waist and let her use me as a crutch.
Fuck FUck FUCK no way no way no way...
The kid was scared shitless and ran towards the zombies somehow miraculously moving in between their feet without getting grabbed and eaten.
But we could not do the same we were extremely slow even with my help walking on one leg could only go as fast as a speedy walk.
To confront the zombies in front of us I let her go and smashed the first zombies head .
One strike would not take him out but it would give my neighbour enough time to to cut his head off.
Which she did I then went back to her to let her move a little faster.
My heart was beating and with every time I looked back at meathead it went a little faster.
The next two were easy too with our teamwork we made light work out of them.
And just when he charged us we jumped down the stairs.
Dust got swept up and pieces of the wall were flying at high speeds.
But at least we were not dead.
But the kid he was pointing at something in front of us .
His hand was covering his mouth not allowing me to fully grasp his state but his eyes were stricken with fear.
The moment I looked towards what he was pointing I understood that all of this had been pointless.
A dozen or so zombies reacted to us just a couple of meters away.
And right then standing up was the meathead behind me.
My body was screaming at me to run.
RUN
RUN
RUN
Some tears were forming in my eyes which where open to the maximum.
I glanced back and I saw the meathead preparing to charge.
I did not want to die like this.
Noo not like this not like my family not like the nice neighboruhood couple that had invited me and my sister to dinner whenever my parents were not home.
Not like my mother that would always tease me about finally getting a girlfriend and get angry when I failed a test.
No not like that...
So I ran leaving my neighbour and her kid to die.
Jumping over the railing I would not die but the Impact of falling from the second floor was still something extremely dangerous yet that did not bother me at all.
All I was thinking about was the kids last expression.
But I did not want to remember that.
I had no other choice.
Right?
I was surrounded and just seconds away from dying.
So this was the right choice.
But why did I feel so horrible why where my eyes watery and my teeth clenched.