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Chapter 8 - The Search Begins 1

It was quiet, eerily quiet. The smell of the dead was strong, but I decided to be hopeful that he's fine somewhere in there.

"Cady, are you sure people are still in there?" Alvin asked as we approached. The chances were slim, but I had to know.

We strode in quietly, looking around the empty grounds. Cato already had an arrow drawn, ready to fire at any moment. Cato turned out to be very reliable; I gave him pointers on how to control his aura better once in a while, and he learned really fast.

As we approached the building, the moans grew louder and louder until the undead were close.

"We have to go back now," Harold said.

"You're right," I said and jumped off Bean. "Don't come back," I said and ran toward the main building. I grabbed my swords and cut through anyone that didn't look like Elton, which was all of them.

"Cady," I heard Harold calling, but I didn't look back.

I managed to get to the door and ran inside, but I was met with distant eyes and unstable movements.

"From the top of my head to the sole of my feet," I said and ran past them, my sword positioned to cut through anything in its path, serving as a shield.

I ran upstairs, yelling out Elton's name but only got more herds in response. I tsked when they blocked my paths.

"From the top of my head to…" I looked at them intently to make sure that none of them was Elton. "Who am I kidding? That fool won't die," I mumbled and slashed at the air, cutting through everything in my way.

"Is someone out there?" I heard and turned.

"Shush," another person said.

I looked down the hall where undead flooded at the door. I sighed and stepped back before jumping to climb the wall, using my daggers as support to climb up to the ceiling.

"Hey, will that door hold?" I shouted as more came.

"It would, but we won't. There's one here too, and the rope won't hold long," a female voice came from behind the door.

"I'll be back; stay put and quiet," I said and tried crawling away from the herd beneath me, but one of my daggers came loose from the concrete, and I almost fell. They pulled at my legs, trying to force me down or bite me. I struggled to free my legs, but it only loosened my dagger from the concrete.

I fell into the middle of the herd but didn't give myself a chance to catch my breath before releasing an attack.

"From the top of my head to the tip of my fingers," I said and burnt the undead in front of me to clear a path.

I stood up quickly and ran off toward the stairs, but more were falling down the stairs, attracted by the sound of the explosion. I moved back quickly to avoid the one that was launching straight at me. I turned to go downstairs, but more were coming up.

I climbed the railing to get to the next step but regretted it immediately. There were more surrounding me, and nowhere to go.

I was already feeling exhausted from running around and using magic at the same time. I drew my sword and thought of killing them all, but I knew well that that was beyond human capabilities.

I jumped back and hit my wrist against the wall.

"From the top of my head to my wrist," I said, healing my hand as I stood up to continue.

I had to go up, but the stairwell was full of the undead, and more were coming after me.

'Are undead knights faster, or am I being paranoid?'

I tucked my sword away and decided to put all my years of training to use. I had to either fight or sit still and turn into one of these things.

"Come on, spineless idiots," I yelled as they came down the stairs. "From the top of my head to the sole of my feet," I said and ran quickly up the stairs. The undead grabbed me, but before their mouths could connect with my skin, I took a dagger from one of them and stabbed the two that were trying to bite me quickly.

I kept running among them but was dragged back by hungry undead. I knew I wouldn't get out of there without getting bit, so I had to resort to the one thing I shouldn't use.

"From my core to the threat," I whispered and braced myself for what was to come.

I felt one of the undead nearing my skin, but I wasn't worried. It started from my back with a maddeningly painful burning sensation that spread quickly and quietly to exterminate everything around me.

I looked around, and there was nothing there except ashes. I fell to the floor, feeling exhausted.

"From the…" I coughed up blood, holding my throat as I tried to stand up, but it was hard. I grabbed my dagger and crawled up the stairs but fell and passed out.

Shouts woke me up, and I stood up quickly. I was drowsy, but I managed to walk toward the shouts; it was the door where I left those people. I had passed out, but it wasn't for long, luckily.

If I had stayed like that for a long time and an undead got to me, I wouldn't forgive myself.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I got to the door.

"The rope is about to cut," she replied.

"Can't you open the door?" I asked.

"It's locked from outside, and that place is supposed to be flooded with those things," she replied.

"I drove most of them out; it's safe for now," I replied.

"We can't get out," she said.

"Step back," I said, drawing my sword. I strengthened it with aura and cut through the door.

They ran out just as the rope tying the undead inside snapped, and she came after them.