I pushed the undead back and stabbed through its head. She fell to the floor quietly and really lifeless.
One of them gasped, holding her mouth in shock. "I knew her," she mumbled.
"How did you kill her?" the other asked.
"A stab through the head makes them stop," I replied.
"Oh, that's… that makes sense," she said, turning to look at the halls. "How did you clear this place?"
"I led them away," I said, tossing them my swords. Looking at their uniforms, they were knights. "I'm looking for someone. My comrades are outside. If you can manage to get out, find them," I said, turning to leave.
"We also have people to look for," one of them said.
"And we might know if the person you're looking for is… well… alive," the other said.
"He is," I replied.
"How do you know?"
"He is," I said as my eyes caught more undead coming from the stairs. I wished I had the energy; I would have cleared the entire building.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Elton Hall," I replied, and their eyes almost popped out of their heads.
"E… Elton Hall?"
"Yes. Do you know where to find him?" I asked.
"Are you… Are you Cady Hall?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh my, you're the Cady Hall?" she asked again.
"Umm…"
"I'm a big fan. Your achievements inspired me to join the knights' order, and it motivated me to keep going even though everyone tried to discourage the ladies," she said.
"T… Thank you," I said, counting the number of undead approaching. "We'll soon be surrounded. Where is he?"
"He's not here," she replied, trying to match my pace as we ran. "He left for the borders about a month ago when he got a request," she explained.
"Okay, thanks," I replied, ducking as an undead tried grabbing me. I stabbed its head and kept running.
"We need to get out of here; they're coming back," I said as we kept running. The sense of urgency I felt earlier was gone. I calmed down a bit knowing that he wasn't in this graveyard.
We ran to a door and opened it, only to release more undead. If I were alone, I'd have used magic since I was feeling much better now, but I can't let anyone know that I can use magic, especially because of how my magic works.
They were really skilled, luckily, but skills weren't enough when we were faced with hundreds of hungry cannibals.
"This way," one of them called, running through another door. We followed her and saw a stairwell. We climbed up, not having enough time to close the door. We ran up as fast as we could to get away from the herd, but they were persistent.
'You're dead. How do you know how to climb stairs? Is it muscle memory?'
"Here," the person leading us said, opening another door, but to no one's surprise, there was a herd inside. We ran out, but the others were closing in on us.
We ran up the stairs, but one of the girls slipped and almost fell. She was slowed down, which gave one of the undead a chance to grab her and try biting her. She stabbed its head and stood up quickly, but her leg was grabbed; she looked down and froze.
I ran down and cut off the hand that grabbed her, pulling her along. She snapped out of it and continued running until we reached another door and ran out. There were few on the other side, luckily. The two girls struggled to shut the door while I got rid of the ones that were trying to attack them.
"We can't close it," one of them shouted over her shoulder.
"We have to let go," the other said.
"Let go on my count," I said, drawing the undead towards the door. I tucked my daggers and counted, "One, two… now!" I shouted, and they let go and started running.
I was faster than them, so I slowed down and checked our rear. They looked fast in my eyes, even though they were walking.
'How are they catching up so fast?'
I turned and ran at the same pace as the girls.
"Please, tell me there's an exit," I said as we ran.
"There isn't; we are on the highest floor," she replied.
"Stairs?" I asked.
"It's in the other direction. If there's a clearing ahead, we can go around and get to the stairs," she replied.
Is this time to be picky? Should I blow up this place? But if I overexert myself, I'd pass out again, and given the distant expressions on our comrades' faces, it's not time to faint.
Ahead of us were a few undead; we ran forward, trying to dodge them since we didn't really have time for stabbing stops.
We ran inside a dark room and shut the door behind us quickly. The low moans behind us didn't do much to help us relax. I opened the door and slashed through everything in my path. I pushed the undead away and gave the others a chance to escape.
I stabbed the head of the undead that was trying to bite my hand and ran off quickly. They dragged me back, bringing their mouths to my shoulder. I split and made them fall; I rolled away to avoid them and ran after the others.
Things were really intense and a bit exciting. It felt like the week I spent babysitting Alvin never happened. The days we spent traveling and fighting off undead now felt like a warm-up.
We ran for a long time, and I knew my companions were nearing their limits. We ran in and out of doors in our never-ending chase. It was fun to blow off some steam, even though stopping meant death.
"Oh no," I heard and turned.
"What?" I asked, and they looked at me reluctantly.
"We're nearing a dead end," she said, and the blood drained from my face. The excitement was completely gone.
I can't turn into one of those things.